Since he took the initiative to invite the battle, it was his pursuit of death, which just made him successful!

Yang Dingtian thought this way and surrounded Yang Qing with several elders in the clan. Each of them was holding weapons, and at this time, Yang Qing was bare-handed.

"Chop him up and feed him to the dog." Yang Dingtian saw Yang Qing's appearance, his eyes were red and he was filled with terrible murderous intent.

In an instant, several elders rushed towards Yang Qing.

However, they did not know what kind of enemy they were facing. The physical realm was just a contest of strength. Yang Qing's current power had reached the terrifying power of twenty-five bulls, which had long exceeded the physical realm.

Moreover, in terms of combat experience, it is even more like hitting stones with eggs. Yang Qing was once a existence standing at the peak of heaven and earth.

Although their moves blocked all Yang Qing's retreat, they did not expect that Yang Qing would not retreat at all, but chose to rush forward.

With a punch, an elder of the palace master let out a heart-wrenching scream. His dantian was destroyed and his weapons were taken away. The other four elders were also in trouble. They were killed by Yang Qing with one knife.

"How is that possible? This... is so scary."

When Yang Qing's eyes looked at an elder who was looking at the palace master like a dead person, the man instantly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Qing for mercy.

"Waste." At this time, Yang Dingtian actually took action and killed the man with one knife.

Seeing this, another elder was so scared that he was dying, so he threw the knife and wanted to escape, but died at Yang Qing's hands.

In a blink of an eye, only Yang Dingtian and Yang Qing were left on the stage.

At this moment, Yang Qing looked at Yang Dingtian with an inexplicable smile on his lips, which was surprisingly calm.

"I know, why do I keep you for the end? Because I have said that you should see all this."

At this moment, Yang Dingtian stepped on the body of the palace master's disciple. The entire arena had been dyed red, and the blood that had not yet solidified gathered into a stream and flowed out of the arena.

"Stop talking nonsense, little beast, I have a kinship with you. Today I will drink your blood and eat your flesh." Yang Dingtian said, clenching the long knife in his hand.

However, he was already a little scared in his heart. Yang Qing's strength was really terrifying. Even he could not kill the people in the eighth level of physical body so easily during a head-on battle.

At this moment, a group of people came out of the crowd.

In addition to Li Chen, almost all the elders of the drug manufacturing sect came, and all the disciples of the drug manufacturing sect were there.

"Yang Dingtian, stop and stop hurting my young master."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qing turned his head slightly, looked at the masters of the drug manufacturing sect, and sneered: "You are really on time to make soy sauce."

However, Yang Dingtian took advantage of Yang Qing's distracting moment and suddenly launched an attack and a ghost-headed sword cut down at Yang Qing.

But at this moment, he saw a smile on the corner of Yang Qing's mouth, full of jokes and ridicule, as if he had expected it.

"You are really innocent and brainless. If you want to be the head of the palace master, it will be that the heaven will destroy your palace master." Yang Qing turned around very casually and avoided Yang Dingtian's fatal knife. Then, one hand had already strangled Yang Dingtian's neck.

Yang Dingtian wanted to struggle, but he found that the hand that grabbed his neck was like an iron pliers, and it was useless even if he tried his best to struggle.
Chapter completed!