Overriding the Heaven

To cultivators, the storage bag did not only contain pills and treasures, but also everyone's trump cards and secrets.    

In other words, storage bag was their second life, and it was also their face.    

Checking a cultivator's storage bag was even more serious than letting a person strip naked in front of everyone.    

If it was a normal situation, the crowd would naturally reject it.    

But He Yonghuan's forceful move just now made everyone present feel a lingering fear.    

Thus, everyone's faces were filled with anger, but they did not dare to say anything.    

"What is it? "You don't want to?" He Yonghuan sneered, and pointed to the closest cultivator.    

This cultivator revealed a hint of hesitation and immediately felt a strong wind blowing towards him.    

Before he could react, the cultivator felt as though his face was struck by a heavy hammer. His vision went dark and he was sent flying.    

The hearts of everyone present instantly clenched.    

Originally, when they were in their own sects, they were all restricted by the sect rules. Under normal circumstances, it was forbidden to fight amongst disciples of the same sect.    

But in this Heaven's Edge Sect, there seemed to be no such law.    

And at that moment, it gave people a feeling that there was this law in the Heaven's Edge Sect, but He Yonghuan relied on his status as a member of the Purple Wei Sect to ignore this law.    

"Is the Purple Wei Sect's influence in the Heaven's Edge Sect that big?" Chu Yan thought.    

He turned around and glanced at the Lin siblings.    

Previously in the restaurant, when the Lin siblings heard the three words "Violet Myrtle Sect", they reacted greatly to it.    

It was obvious that they had some understanding of the organization of Horizon Sect Disciple.    

"When the time comes, go ask around." Chu Yan thought in his heart.    

At this time, He Yonghuan turned to look at another cultivator: "Open your storage bag."    

The monk looked helplessly to both sides.    

But no one stood up for him.    

This cultivator's expression was extremely ugly.    

In the past, he had never been humiliated like this.    

Under He Yonghuan's cold gaze, the cultivator turned pale. Unwillingly opening his storage bag, he poured everything out and showed it to everyone.    

"That's it." After pouring it all down, this cultivator gritted his teeth and said.    

He Yonghuan glanced at the items on the ground, then walked to the front of the cultivator and waved his hands: "Give me the storage bag."    

"You don't believe me?" A hint of anger appeared in this cultivator's eyes.    

To view the storage bag, I have already shown it to you.    

In the end, you still have to take my storage bag and inspect it, then humiliate me again.    

"Try glaring at me again?" He Yonghuan said with a smile that was not a smile, his hand already extended forward.    

At this moment, this cultivator was clearly extremely angry, and his cheeks could be seen trembling.    

But the lesson he learned from the previous battle was not far away, so at this moment, he simply did not have the guts to resist He Yonghuan.    

"To …" "You!" He gritted his teeth fiercely and passed the storage bag in front of He Yonghuan.    

He Yonghuan sneered, he did not understand the storage bag, but suddenly pulled out his sword. With a flash, the sword light pierced through the storage bag and nailed it to the ground.    

With another movement of his wrist, he stirred the sword.    

In the blink of an eye, the storage bag was torn into pieces.    

No matter what was contained within, it must have been destroyed along with the annihilation of the space within the storage bag.    

This scene caused the eyes of the storage bag's owner to crack.    

The other cultivators couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.    

This He Yonghuan was really ruthless and merciless.    

"You should thank me." Looking at how the other party was gnashing his teeth in anger, He Yonghuan laughed coldly, "I am helping you. If you had been hiding something from the storage bag just now, you would already be dead."    

"You! This is going too far! " This cultivator could no longer hold it in and abruptly attacked.    

"Mountain Crash Tsunami!"    

Spiritual energy began to gather in the palm of this cultivator.    

An earth-shaking, mountain-shaking explosion rumbled as if it had turned into a calamity and was about to crush towards He Yonghuan.    

"Offending from below, disrespecting your elders!" A stern look flashed in He Yonghuan's eyes, and he suddenly thrusted his sword forward.    

In that instant, the sword light was so piercing that it hurt the eyes.    

The spirit energy in this cultivator's palm was like a ball leaking air, leaking out in the blink of an eye.    

The sword pierced through his palm, pierced through his arm, and came out from behind his shoulder.    

In the blink of an eye, all of the muscles and bones in his arm had been completely ground to pieces. In the blink of an eye, his arm had expanded by several times its original size.    

The cultivator's face immediately revealed an extremely painful expression as his face contorted and he let out a wail.    

However, he was like a furious lion. Even though he was heavily injured in a single strike, he still endured the pain and was not willing to yield. He raised his other arm and wanted to attack.    

"Seems like you really do not know your place. Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way." He Yonghuan laughed sinisterly, and struck towards the chest of the cultivator.    

At this moment, his five fingers had all turned emerald green, as if they were highly toxic. At the same time, they also gave off a terrifying sensation as if space itself was being corroded wherever his palm passed.    

He Yonghuan's movements, was much faster than this cultivator.    

Just as he was about to raise his arm, his palm almost touched his chest.    

If this palm were to strike, the cultivator's chest would probably shatter in an instant.    

Just then, a hand reached out from the side, and when the palm was less than an inch away from the cultivator's chest, it grabbed He Yonghuan's wrist.    

He Yonghuan focused his gaze.    

This was because he suddenly realized that the strength of this hand that had suddenly appeared was great. The instant he grasped it, he could no longer move his palm forward in the slightest.    

Even so, the spirit energy that was blasted out from his palm caused the cultivator to spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was sent flying and unable to get back up for a long time.    

He Yonghuan's face immediately became gloomy, he looked at Chu Yan who stopped him and laughed sinisterly: "Brat, do you know that you're causing trouble for yourself?"    

Chu Yan indifferently swept a glance at the flying sword that was still dripping with blood in his hand, and said: "Then do you know that the words you're saying right now are for yourself?"    

When the group of cultivators behind him heard Chu Yan's words, all of them were stunned.    

They were all looking at Chu Yan in disbelief.    

This guy actually dared to resist against this disciple called He Yonghuan, and resisted against the Purple Wei Sect!    

He Yonghuan was also stunned.    

All along, he was the only one who could threaten others, and such a thing had never happened before.    

After he came back to his senses, He Yonghuan pulled back his arm, stood straight, and looked at Chu Yan with a cold smile. "Kid, you have guts to actually say such words in front of me.    

"Don't use that to pressure me." Chu Yan gave a similar cold laugh, "Let me ask you, according to the laws of the Heaven's Edge Sect, for a fellow sect member to be seriously injured within the clan's territory, what crime should they be punished for?"