Seeing the figure of Yang Yan in front suddenly turn into a mere silver gleam, the group of Yizheng Sect cultivators was taken aback.
But someone quickly calmed down and shouted loudly:
"Don't panic, everyone, don't panic, this kid is just fast! We ten Foundation Establishment cultivators can't beat him?"
However, just as he finished shouting, he felt a tightness in his throat.
Yang Yan suddenly appeared ghost-like in front of him, sneering coldly, "Is it just speed?"
The Yizheng Sect cultivator widened his eyes in horror, and immediately blood spurted from his throat.
The long blade had already pierced through his Spiritual Power Shield, protruding from his back.
Subsequently, his face instantly turned pale, devoid of any blood.
When Yang Yan withdrew the Asura from his body, the entire blade was already blood-red, with some obscure runes glowing with a bloody light along with the blade's hum.
