33: Still a sword

The voice was soft, yet everyone heard it clearly.

For a moment, the scene fell into silence.

Everyone's gaze fell upon the spinning Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda.

Zou Yujian stared at his Magic Treasure with a solemn expression.

He slapped his hand toward the Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda.

A surge of Origin Power was transmitted into the tower.

The Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda spun faster, its radiance growing even brighter.

Suddenly, the Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda emitted a cracking sound.

Crack.

This cracking sound felt as if a sword had struck everyone's hearts, causing them all to jump in alarm.

Their eyes widened as they saw a tiny crack appear on the third level of the massive Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda.

"What is going on?"

"Why did it crack?"

"Could it be that Yang Yi is coming out?"

"How is that possible?"

"How could he possibly come out from inside the Magic Treasure?"

Just as everyone was discussing this, another crack sounded.

The Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda cracked open once more.

As everyone was shocked, more and more cracks appeared on the Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda.

The cracking sounds were endless.

Within a few breaths, the Seven-Colored Exquisite Pagoda shattered with a boom.

Yang Yi soared into the sky from within the tower.

He raised the Seven Injury Divine Sword and slashed toward the ground.

This sword strike was infinitely powerful, carrying a force capable of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, as if it intended to destroy the entire world.

The Sword Qi descended with a roar; no one present was spared, and everyone was injured by the Sword Qi.

Zou Yujian, who faced the Sword Qi directly, suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, leaving not even his bones behind.

The others were either severely injured or in a sorry state.

Many people were knocked to the ground by the Sword Qi, and many had their clothes slashed open in several places by the Sword Qi.

When everyone stood up, steadied their minds, and looked up at the sky.

They saw Yang Yi floating in mid-air, holding the Seven Injury Divine Sword, standing proudly as if he were a god from the Nine Heavens.

The scene was deathly silent; everyone held their breath, not daring to exhale.

A moment later, two Disciples of the Opening Heaven Gate drew their swords, rushed forward a few steps, and glared viciously at Yang Yi.

"You actually dare to kill our Elder of Kaitian Sect."

"Is there anything I dare not do?"

Yang Yi sneered, not taking the two Disciples to heart.

Relying on being Disciples of the Opening Heaven Gate, they spoke a few more harsh words but never made a move.

They also knew they couldn't beat Yang Yi.

Just at this moment, a cold laugh came from behind the crowd.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a Middle-aged man in the crowd with his arms crossed, coldly observing Yang Yi in the sky.

"He is an expert from the Yun City Zhang Family."

Zhong Mingyi immediately introduced this person's identity.

Once this person's identity was revealed, regardless of whether it was Yang Yi or the expert from the Zhang family, a fight was inevitable.

The Middle-aged man walked out from the crowd, his back straight; he did not feel the slightest fear because of Yang Yi's sword strike just now, his face calm.

There was even a hint of appreciation in his eyes and brows.

"Young man, you are indeed impressive."

"To be able to kill an Elder of Kaitian Sect, you are a rare talent among the Twelve Sects."

"I am actually unwilling to kill you."

"A small Yang family is likely beneath you."

"How about you come to my Zhang family?"

"I can make you an Elder of the Zhang family."

"If you wish to join any of the Twelve Sects, I can also provide some assistance."

"Why would you help me?" Yang Yi asked.

The Middle-aged man laughed, "Because I cherish talent."

"However, I cannot help you for free."

"Acknowledge me as your foster father, and it will be only natural for me to help you."

Hearing this, Zhong Mingyi couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh; others couldn't help but chuckle either, feeling that the Middle-aged man was taking advantage of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's expression darkened, and he slashed the Seven Injury Divine Sword in his hand downward fiercely, "You are courting death."

With a loud bang and dust filling the air, a huge deep pit appeared on the ground.

Countless cracks appeared on the edge of the deep pit.

The Middle-aged man's back remained straight, his head still looking up at the firmament.

"What a powerful sword, but it is a pity that your Realm is too low."

As the Middle-aged man finished speaking, his figure turned into a streak of black light, charging straight toward Yang Yi.

Just as he was about to approach Yang Yi, Yang Yi swung the sword in his hand twice in succession.

This was the first time everyone saw Yang Yi forced to use two sword strikes.

Previously, just one sword strike was enough to resolve the enemy.

Even the Earth Star Realm Elder just now couldn't block one of Yang Yi's sword strikes.

But at this moment, he was forced to use two sword strikes, which showed just how strong the Middle-aged man was.

Everyone thought the Middle-aged man would be forced back by these two sword strikes, or even severely injured.

However, they saw the Middle-aged man's figure sway, moving left and right, and he actually dodged Yang Yi's sword.

He dodged, but the people below suffered.

Yang Yi's two sword strikes were infinitely powerful, and the Sword Qi left this group of people in a sorry state once again.

Some people were even knocked unconscious by the Sword Qi.

Fortunately, there was a Divine Doctor beside them.

This Divine Doctor not only possessed superb medical skills but was also capable of large-scale healing.

A green light representing the power of life radiated from his hand; with a gentle wave of his arm, the green light sprinkled onto the injured people.

The wounds on everyone's bodies were healing slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Divine Doctor could easily treat external injuries, but internal injuries would require medication to recover.

Above the sky, Yang Yi and the Middle-aged man fought fiercely.

Relying on the Seven Injury Divine Sword, Yang Yi was not at a disadvantage, but he could not do anything to his opponent either.

The opponent was one Realm higher than him, causing Yang Yi to suffer quite a few hidden losses.

Just as he was anxious, he felt the Origin Power in his body slowly draining away.

If they continued to fight like this, his strength would likely be completely exhausted.

Suddenly, the Middle-aged man turned his body, retreated a few steps, and stared coldly at Yang Yi.

"Is this all the ability you have? It seems that, as they said, you rely on this sword."

"If you didn't have this sword, you would have been killed by someone long ago."

Yang Yi shook the sword in his hand and said, "But the sword is in my hand."

"Yes, the sword is in your hand. You have a sword, and I also have a sword."

"Although my sword is not as good as yours, it is enough to kill you."

As he spoke, the Middle-aged man took out his own sword.

His sword looked very ordinary, but everyone could feel a terrifying power radiating from the blade.

He raised his sword high, just like Yang Yi had done, and slowly slashed it down.

A massive surge of energy rushed toward Yang Yi; it was no longer recognizable as Sword Qi, looking instead like a tidal wave.

The overwhelming energy seemed as if it would submerge the entire world.

Yang Yi raised the Seven Injury Divine Sword, poured all his Origin Power into the Divine Sword, and swung it with all his might.

The two forces collided, creating a massive impact in the air.

Yang Yi and the Middle-aged man were both forced to retreat several steps.

Yang Yi's clothes were slightly damaged, while the Middle-aged man had no changes, save for the hair on his forehead being slightly messy.

Yang Yi's hand was trembling slightly, and the Seven Injury Divine Sword trembled along with it.