C158 (2/2)

In the midst of the crisp sound of metal clanging, Xue Yang explosively retreated, both of his feet leaving a long scratch on the ground. His hands, which were holding onto the Broken Mountain Sword, trembled non-stop, and a trace of blood flowed down, dripping down along the Broken Mountain Sword's sharp blades.

”Seventh Prince!” Seeing Xue Yang retreating after being injured, the young girls behind him immediately shouted out.

”Are you okay?” The Prime Minister's woman, Tang Xin, asked anxiously as she placed her hand on Xue Yang's back to help him remove the force.

Currently, the strongest fighting force here was Xue Yang. If something were to happen to him, then they wouldn't have the slightest ability to resist him.

”Not bad!” Xue Yang clenched his teeth, and straightened his body once again, his gaze firmly locking onto the calm Xie Yuan. After a moment, he took a deep breath, and his face suddenly turned blood-red.

”Puchi!”

A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out, and in the end, it turned into a layer of blood fog that wrapped around Xue Yang. As the blood fog wrapped around Xue Yang, the golden dragon-like Spiritual Energy above his body suddenly exploded, and formed a scarlet-gold dragon shadow.

When the scarlet golden dragon figure appeared, Xue Yang's spiritual energy in the body abruptly soared by a lot as his body once again transformed into a ray of light that rushed out!

”Eh? It is true that there are some small tricks, but in the face of true strength, these things are useless! ”

Sensing that Xue Yang's aura had suddenly increased by a lot, Xie Yuan was also surprised. He let out a cold laugh, and with a twist of his hand, a dense amount of white spirit energy appeared on his palm, and shrouded at the tip of his sharp fingers, releasing a cold Qi!

”Sword intent?!”

Xue Yang was startled, but at the moment, he was already unable to care about it. His figure quickly rushed over, and the Broken Mountain Sword in his hand suddenly raised up high, with the momentum of a mountain being split, it fiercely slashed down at Xie Yuan's head.

With a cold gaze, he stared at the incoming gigantic sword, Xie Yuan's claws imbued with a white cold aura suddenly shot out, the afterimages flying, every time they hit on the Broken Mountain Sword, the dense scarlet-gold spirit energy enveloping it would weaken, and in just a few blinks of an eye, the spirit energy above the Broken Mountain Sword would actually be completely dispersed by the former.

”Let me show you. ”What is true strength!”

As the spirit energy dispersed, Xie Yuan laughed coldly, and with a twist of his hand, he immediately grabbed onto the Broken Mountain Sword. With a sudden swing of his arm, the Broken Mountain Sword flew out of Xue Yang's hand and towards a mountain wall.

”Bam!”

Once the weapon left his hand, Xie Yuan's body suddenly leaned forward, and his sharp claws left a strange mark as he smashed it onto Xue Yang's chest.

”Puchi!”

After suffering such a heavy blow, Xue Yang immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body also suddenly flew backwards, and flew out a dozen or so meters before finally coming to a stop above a piece of broken stone.

Seeing Xue Yang being injured again, Tang Xin and the rest could not help but let out exclamations of surprise. A few of them rushed out, but before they could reach Xue Yang's side, they were struck by a few strong winds that suddenly rushed over, causing them to vomit blood and retreat. For a moment, no one dared to go up.

With a cold and detached gaze, Xie Yuan struggled to stand up from the ground. The disdain on the corners of his mouth became even stronger, his feet moved slightly, and he slowly walked towards the heavily injured Xue Yang.

When Tang Xin and the rest saw Xie Yuan's actions, they wanted to stop him, but they could not do anything about it. Xie Yuan was too far away from them in terms of strength in terms of lucid state of mind, so the latter could not even close in on them.