Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

It was just a simple punch. Due to the urgency of the situation, he didn't even have the time to activate the Spirit Aura.    

    

In his hand, a milky white stream of light covered that area. There was also a faint red color, but it was much fainter than before.    

    

Power!    

    

An unprecedented power!    

    

Yang Xuan quickly recovered his senses. He recalled the words of the Black Panther. If he could not get rid of these fellows before disappearing in this state, it would be really troublesome for him.    

    

As for the other problems, he could put them aside for now.    

    

The dust on the four sides slowly dissipated. The situation on the scene also gradually became clear. At this moment, Yang Xuan was standing right below the tree branch. Three black-clothed people surrounded him in the middle.    

    

"You've recovered?"    

    

One of the men in black screamed when he saw Yang Xuan.    

    

The two men who had touched Yang Xuan were dead. Now that they could move, their hearts were filled with fear.    

    

However, Yang Xuan didn't have the time to chat with them.    

    

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards one of them.    

    

The Spiritual Force in his body was activated at this moment. Just as he was about to use the Smoke Step, he arrived in front of the man in black.    

    

This time, not only was the man in black shocked, even Yang Xuan was stunned.    

    

Fortunately, his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately threw a punch at the man's face.    

    

A loud sound was heard. The man in black was unable to dodge in time, and he was sent flying like a cannonball. He crashed heavily into a tree, and almost broke the tree that was one meter in diameter.    

    

Even though these men in black were Immortal Cultivators, they were unable to withstand such a blow. After landing on the ground, the man immediately arched in pain and rolled on the ground to relieve the pain.    

    

"Sixth brother!"    

    

One of the men in black roared and immediately rushed over to help the man up. Yang Xuan, on the other hand, was still stunned on the spot, unable to adapt to this kind of speed.    

    

The man in black who was sent flying by the punch also stood up with the help of his companion.    

    

The mask on his face had long disappeared and was replaced by a huge fist print. Blood kept flowing out from his nose.    

    

"Eh? It's not red!"    

    

The man in black holding him suddenly cried out in surprise.    

    

"What!?"    

    

On the other side, the last person who had been guarding Yang Xuan was also shocked. His eyes immediately revealed a wild joy.    

    

"Good! As long as he doesn't have any strange abilities, it's fine. This kid is just a trash at the Second Stage. I just let him take advantage of me, let's see if I can suppress him now."    

    

The man said with a ferocious smile. He no longer had the same alert expression as before.    

    

With a flip of his wrist, a palm-sized black flying shuttle appeared in his palm. It seemed to be made from some kind of strange metal, and it was emitting a cold black luster.    

    

The man in black held his two fingers in front of him with the other hand and muttered something.    

    

Not long after, the flying shuttle actually flew up on its own. The black light on it became denser and denser, continuously scattering in the air.    

    

"Go!"    

    

The black-clothed man lightly shouted. The flying shuttle floating in his palm instantly turned into a black stream of light, flying towards Yang Xuan at an extremely fast speed, even leaving behind a series of afterimages.    

    

Yang Xuan had also recovered his senses at this moment. His brows were tightly knitted. He felt the fluctuation of the Spiritual Force in front of him and calmed his heart. Immediately, he threw a punch forward.    

    

"Ding!"    

    

A clear and crisp sound rang out.    

    

The flying shuttle crashed into Yang Xuan's right fist that was covered in white light. It then turned in the air and flew to the other side, stabbing into the ground.    

    

Looking around, the black light on the flying shuttle had already disappeared.    

    

The three men in black were startled by this scene. Their eyes were filled with shock as they looked at Yang Xuan.    

    

A spiritual treasure was sent flying with a single punch. This was something that even a cultivator of a higher realm wouldn't be able to do. After all, the body of a cultivator was the most fragile, and couldn't be compared to these magic tools.    

    

While they were feeling terrified, another soft sound was heard.    

    

The flying shuttle that was inserted into the ground suddenly turned into a pile of fragments, and scattered onto the ground.    

    

"It's actually... so strong?"    

    

Yang Xuan looked at his fist and couldn't help but spit.    

    

Normally, he would have to face any attack from these Third Stage men in black with all his strength, and he might not even be able to withstand it. But now, the situation had reversed.    

    

The three men looked at Yang Xuan's figure and slowly backed away.    

    

They were aware of their own limitations when it came to cultivating to this realm. They could tell the difference in strength between the two parties with just that single strike.    

    

"This kid is too strange. Let's retreat first. We'll follow him and check the situation later. He can't possibly have this kind of strength all the time."    

    

One of them said in a deep voice. His figure flashed and he ran in a direction.    

    

The other two men looked at each other. Just as they were about to flee, Yang Xuan's voice was heard.    

    

"Tsk tsk, after chasing me for so long, this is a good opportunity. Why are you running?"    

    

These men in black were like cancer to him. If he didn't take advantage of this situation to get rid of them, he was afraid that there would be endless trouble in the future.    

    

Yang Xuan moved and arrived in front of the two men in black.    

    

"You are courting death!"    

    

The two of them gritted their teeth and said. One of them struck with his palm. A terrifying Spiritual Force fluctuation lingered on his palm. In the blink of an eye, it was aimed at Yang Xuan's shoulders.    

    

Yang Xuan sneered. He did not dodge. The two enormous palms slammed forward.    

    

"Puff!"    

    

A soft sound was heard. Yang Xuan was still standing in his original position. Under the layer of white light covering his body, not even his clothes were damaged.    

    

"Why is this..."    

    

The two of them were about to cry out in shock when their words came to an abrupt stop.    

    

Yang Xuan grabbed their throats with one hand and lifted them up.    

    

A ray of light flashed, and a long sword appeared in one of their hands. Without saying anything, they slashed at Yang Xuan's neck.    

    

"Ding!"    

    

A crack appeared on the long sword that was covered by the black and white light. Under the huge rebounding force, the long sword slipped out of his hand and landed on the ground beside him.    

    

Yang Xuan coldly snorted and increased the force in his hand.    

    

Two cracking sounds were heard. The two men who were still struggling suddenly stopped. Their heads were tilted to the side, and their eyes gradually lost focus.    

    

He casually threw the two men to the side. Yang Xuan's body turned into a ray of light and disappeared from where he stood.    

    

...    

    

"Phew... Damn it, he was actually turned into such a state by a Second Stage! "    

    

A figure was running at an incredible speed in the towering tree. His body was wrapped in a blue light, causing his speed to be extremely fast. In just a few breaths of time, he had already traveled a hundred meters.    

    

"I can tell that there's something wrong with that guy at first glance. I'll go back and take a look. If he's in that state, he'll disappear. Hmph, I have to make him..."    

    

"What will you do to me?"    

    

One. A cold voice came from beside him.