The four Nascent Soul cultivators immediately struck, each unleashing a powerful martial technique that collided with Xu Yang's spiritual energy.
The violent spiritual energy waves instantly swept across the entire auction hall. The roar of explosions echoed, and white mist swirled. The whole auction hall trembled violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Xu Yang coldly smiled. He flipped his palm, and a pure white spiritual energy orb appeared. Then, it exploded in an instant within the palm of his hand.
Boom...
Fiery, almost pure white flames rapidly spun, forming a fire tornado that soared dozens of meters into the air, illuminating the entire Qi State City!
The auction hall was torn apart by the fire tornado, reduced to molten slag from the extreme heat, leaving nothing behind. A radius of dozens of meters was leveled to the ground!
Everyone in Qi State City watched the fiery tornado in the auction hall, feeling the violent aura of the Nascent Soul cultivators, and fled in fear.
The battle between Nascent Soul cultivators was terrifying beyond belief.
When the smoke cleared, the world returned to stillness.
The auction hall, which had been crowded just moments ago, was now empty. Not even the auction hall remained.
Xu Yang's gaze remained indifferent as he looked ahead. In a nearby pit, the four Nascent Soul cultivators lay like dead dogs.
They were the four Nascent Soul cultivators. At this moment, their bodies were scorched black by the flames, their clothes torn, their hair burned off, and their faces streaked with blood.
The four were not dead, not because they were powerful, but because Xu Yang had spared them.
"You were saying earlier that you wanted to kill me, right?" Xu Yang stepped forward slowly, a smile on his lips, still calm and unruffled.
Zhang Shuangtian stared blankly at Xu Yang, his mind in turmoil.
"Defeated... defeated in one move..." he murmured, suddenly realizing how ridiculous his previous plans were.
In the face of absolute strength, all plans were futile.
Suddenly, Zhang Shuangtian, filled with unwillingness, asked Xu Yang.
"I've already told you... I'm just at the Qi Refining stage. Why do you still ask?" Xu Yang replied.
Zhang Shuangtian nearly died from anger. He felt that Xu Yang's words were a direct mockery.
Four Nascent Soul cultivators, defeated in a single move by a Qi Refining cultivator.
"A man can be killed, but not insulted. Senior, your strength is formidable. Even if I die by your hand today, I have no complaints. But to say you're still at the Qi Refining stage—are you insulting us?" Zhang Shuangtian asked, his voice filled with frustration.
Xu Yang smiled and said, "If you think it's an insult, then it's an insult."
With that, he walked over to Zhao Bai's side.
Zhao Bai was so scared he almost wet himself. Just moments ago, he hadn't reacted at all; he had only seen a blinding white light, felt his body burn with intense heat, and then when he opened his eyes, this was the result.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me! If you kill me, you're as good as dead!"
Zhao Bai shouted, his body trembling uncontrollably.
This sight was a far cry from the confident figure from just a minute ago. Instead, he now looked like a dog.
Some martial artists who had arrived after hearing the news looked at Zhao Bai on the ground, and initially didn't recognize him.
Then, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't that Zhao Bai from the Moyi Sect? How did he end up like this?"
"The fact that he's back isn't important. What's important is that he seems to have been beaten. Now he's kneeling on the ground begging for mercy."
"My God, look! Isn't that Xu Yang? Wasn't he wanted by the Lingbao Auction House? But the Lingbao Auction House is finished, and now... this is too insane!"
People discussed amongst themselves, all with expressions of disbelief.
"Hahaha, you say I can't kill you? Then tell me, why can't I kill you?"
Xu Yang laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist, looking genuinely interested.
"Because I'm from Moyi Sect, and I'm the disciple of the Second Elder. If you kill me, Moyi Sect will never let you go," Zhao Bai said, his confidence slowly growing as he spoke about Mo Yun Sect.
Moyi Sect was a large and powerful sect in Tianwu County, with countless strong cultivators. His master, according to rumors, had reached the late-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Zhao Bai believed that even if Xu Yang had a hundred times more courage, he wouldn't dare to kill him.
Zhao Bai's eyes began to show a growing arrogance as he looked at Xu Yang.
He even began thinking about how to persuade his master to come out of seclusion and destroy the Tianlan Sect when he returned.
"Is your backing really Moyi Sect?" Xu Yang asked.
"Heh, what's it to you? You're too scared to kill me now, huh? Come on, try it! You're welcome to try and kill me!" Zhao Bai said excitedly, showing no concern that Xu Yang would actually kill him.
Because his backing was Moyi Sect, even if Xu Yang had ten thousand times more courage, he wouldn't dare to kill him!
The onlookers, hearing Zhao Bai's arrogant words, felt speechless.
Zhao Bai was asking for trouble. He'd just been defeated and still dared to talk so boldly.
However, even though Zhao Bai was unpleasant, the onlookers believed that as long as Xu Yang was still rational, he wouldn't kill Zhao Bai.
After all, Zhao Bai's backing was the Mo Yun Sect.
To all the cultivators in Qi State City, Moyi Sect was a mysterious place they could only look up to.
Crack…
Just as the onlookers had such thoughts, Xu Yang twisted Zhao Bai's neck with one hand, snapping it.
Zhao Bai died with his eyes wide open, a look of disbelief on his face.
He couldn't believe that Xu Yang had disregarded his backing, Moyi Sect, and killed him without hesitation.
"Xu Yang is finished. Zhao Bai is a disciple of an elder from Moyi Sect. He died in Qi State City, and Moyi Sect will never let this go."
"Yeah, no matter how strong Xu Yang is, he's still just a cultivator from Qi State. Mo Yun Sect is on a completely different level."
At this moment, two of Zhao Bai's guards, who had been in a daze, suddenly woke up and saw Xu Yang twist Zhao Bai's head off with one hand.
When the sharp crack echoed, they almost fainted again.
"You… you actually killed our young master!? Moyi Sect will never forgive you!"
One of the guards gritted his teeth and said, his face turning pale.
Their job was to protect Zhao Bai. If Zhao Bai survived, they survived. If Zhao Bai died, they would die with him.
Now that Zhao Bai was dead, no matter what, they would have to die!
"This isn't my fault. You can ask anyone—your boss told me to kill him. I was just fulfilling his wish," Xu Yang said innocently, looking as if he had done nothing wrong. If there were anyone who didn't understand the situation, they might really believe Xu Yang's words.
"You… die!"
The two guards knew that no matter what, they were doomed to die. They gritted their teeth, pulled out their spiritual swords, and, with a fierce expression, stabbed them into their chests, sacrificing their life force. They then hurled their swords at Xu Yang.