Chapter 051: The Tri-Yuan Sword Formation

  The three figures rushed forward, their eyes dark and menacing as they surveyed the ransacked chamber. The treasures inside had been completely looted, leaving behind only worthless debris.

  "Three of them, and they're quite strong. This is trouble," Yang Tian muttered, his expression grim as he watched the three figures charging toward him. Each of them was several times stronger than the individuals he had killed earlier, and their auras were strikingly similar, indicating they were from the same family.

  "Stop him!" Jiang Ling's gaze locked onto the black-robed figure. He halted abruptly, his aura surging as a torrent of blood and qi erupted from his body. "Don't let him escape!"

  "You're quite fast, aren't you? You've already taken all the treasures, haven't you?" The woman sneered, though a flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. The outer illusion array hadn't been tampered with, so how had this man entered?

  "What do you want?" Yang Tian's voice was cold as he tightened his fists, his eyes darting between the three imposing figures. Their cultivation levels were high, and their vitality was dense—clearly, they were disciples of a major family. Yang Tian knew he couldn't afford to underestimate them.

  "What do we want?" Jiang Yuan laughed coldly. "You killed members of our Jiang family, and now you ask what we want? Hand over the treasures from this cave, and maybe we'll let you live."

  "Oh, so you're with those two bandits. No wonder you're so overbearing," Yang Tian retorted with a mocking smile.

  "Bandits?" Jiang Yuan's face darkened. The Jiang family held a respectable position in the Eastern Continent, and being called bandits was an insult.

  "Friend," Jiang Ling stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "This cave was discovered by our family. If you return the treasures, we can let bygones be bygones."

  "Young Master, this..." Jiang Yuan's expression shifted uneasily.

  "Do you question my authority?" Jiang Ling shot him a sharp glance. He was wary of the black-robed man. Someone who could bypass the illusion array unnoticed was no ordinary individual. Moreover, he sensed a deadly threat emanating from Yang Tian.

  "If you want the treasures, come and take them," Yang Tian sneered, his eyes flickering toward the golden swords. He knew that even if he handed over the treasures, he wouldn't escape unscathed.

  "Attack!" Without hesitation, Jiang Ling barked the order. The three figures lunged at Yang Tian, their hands transforming into jade-like weapons, glowing with a crystalline sheen. The force of their palm strikes tore through the air.

  Yang Tian's expression turned serious. Dozens of light blades materialized in his hands, their sharp edges expanding rapidly. With a sweeping motion, he sent the blades hurtling toward the three attackers.

  **Boom! Boom! Boom!**

  The deafening clash echoed through the chamber, sending stone fragments flying in all directions like a miniature storm. Yang Tian was forced back several steps before regaining his footing.

  "Impressive martial skills," Yang Tian muttered, eyeing the jade-like hands of his opponents. If not for his robust physique, that strike would have done serious damage.

  "He's strong!" Jiang Ling exchanged glances with his companions. Their hands were numb from the impact. The Jade Cicada Palm was a mid-tier Profound-grade martial skill, and even a Martial Warrior wouldn't dare take it lightly.

  **Crack! Crack!**

  Without hesitation, Yang Tian clenched his fists, his aura surging. The long-suppressed fire in his heart was ready to burst. This wasn't his nature—he thrived in the heat of battle.

  "Come on, fight me!" Yang Tian roared, releasing a torrent of blood and qi. He was like a blazing furnace, the river of blood and qi above his head churning violently, the heat so intense it threatened to melt the surrounding rock.

  **Boom! Boom!**

  The air around Yang Tian twisted and distorted as his entire body became a weapon. His hands, shoulders, and feet struck out relentlessly, each movement accompanied by the sharp sound of splitting air. The Wind-Splitting Palm technique sliced through the void, aiming to cut down the three figures.

  The blinding light of their attacks intertwined. Faced with Yang Tian's relentless assault, the three were forced to retreat, their bodies trembling from the impact. They could feel the overwhelming force behind each of his strikes.

  **Boom! Boom! Boom!**

  Yang Tian unleashed three consecutive punches, each one more ferocious than the last. The river of blood and qi above him shook violently, amplifying the force of his strikes. The three figures were sent flying several steps back.

  "Such a powerful physique! Which family is this kid from?" Jiang Ling's face darkened. The moment his Jade Cicada Palm made contact with Yang Tian's body, it was shattered by a burst of energy.

  "Let's play with him for a while. You two hold him off. I'll use the Earth-Shattering Seal! Let's see how tough his body really is," Jiang Ling ordered coldly. As he spoke, arcs of light surged from his palms, and a torrent of blood and qi erupted from his body.

  Jiang Ling's fingers danced through the air, their movements intricate and mesmerizing. Gradually, a small seal took shape, radiating an astonishing amount of energy. The surrounding space twisted violently under its pressure.

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  "This level of power... It must be a high-tier martial skill," Yang Tian thought, his expression cold. His fists continued to strike at the two opponents, while his eyes flicked toward the three golden swords. If he wasn't mistaken, those swords had reached the peak of Profound-grade artifacts. The trio's ultimate move likely lay with those swords, though they hadn't used them yet.

  "Let's see how tough your body really is," Jiang Ling sneered as the emerald-green seal compressed the air, causing it to crackle and explode. The entire chamber was bathed in a green light, and the sheer force of the energy made Yang Tian's heart race.

  "You're not qualified to take my life," Yang Tian retorted with a cold laugh, his body swiftly retreating.

  The river of blood and qi above his head churned violently, its temperature rising rapidly. A small sun-like orb emerged from the river, hovering above Yang Tian. The energy from the blood river poured into it.

  This was a technique Yang Tian had recently developed—a simplified version of the Solar Flare. It consumed less blood and qi but still packed a punch.

  The scorching heat waves radiated outward, causing the air to sizzle and crackle. Even the trio, working together, couldn't help but feel a pang of fear as they looked at the blazing orb above Yang Tian.

  "What kind of martial skill is this?" Jiang Ling's face twisted in frustration. In a one-on-one fight, he stood no chance against Yang Tian and could easily be killed.

  "Attack!" Jiang Ling barked, his hand clenching. The emerald-green seal, as if alive, drew in the surrounding ancient aura and shot toward Yang Tian like a meteor.

  Yang Tian sneered. The miniature sun above him rotated, its overwhelming energy surging forth like a tidal wave, colliding head-on with the green seal.

  **Boom!**

  The collision was earth-shattering. The walls of the chamber cracked, and debris rained down from the ceiling. The energy from the clash tore through the air, slicing off several large boulders from above.

  **Boom! Boom!**

  The emerald-green seal trembled violently as streaks of red light pierced through the green energy, accompanied by deafening sonic booms. The red light continued to penetrate the seal, weakening it.

  "He blocked it!" Jiang Ling's eyes widened in shock. The Earth-Shattering Seal, though incomplete, was incredibly powerful. Even if he hadn't mastered it, its strength rivaled that of a peak-tier martial skill.

  "What is this?" Jiang Ling's pupils contracted as he watched the red light continue to break through the green energy. "Fall back!"

  "Too late," Yang Tian sneered. The energy from the river of blood and qi poured into the miniature sun, causing it to expand rapidly. In an instant, the sun shot forward, closing the distance to the retreating trio.

  The scorching heat slowed the three figures. Jiang Ling's body froze as he clenched his fist. The golden sword in the distance trembled and shot toward the sun like a beam of light.

  **Boom! Boom!**

  The golden light was blinding, its sharp edge cutting through the void. With a terrifying force, it sliced the sun in half.

  "Not bad," Yang Tian muttered, his expression darkening. Then, with a cold smile, he stomped his foot.

  "Explode!"

  With a deafening roar, the two halves of the sun surged forward. Under Jiang Ling's horrified gaze, the sun exploded, sending countless waves of fire toward the trio.

  "Not good!" Jiang Ling's face paled. In an instant, a golden battle robe appeared on his body, enveloping him completely.

  **Sizzle...**

  The flames licked at his body, but the golden robe emitted a radiant light, shielding him from the worst of the heat. However, the force of the explosion sent him flying.

  **Thud!**

  Jiang Ling landed ten feet away, his body trembling. A flush of red spread across his face, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "Damn it!" Jiang Ling cursed, his face twisted in anger. He hadn't even seen the black-robed man's face, yet he had been injured. Moreover, he was certain that Yang Tian wasn't from a major sect—his martial skills were unlike anything Jiang Ling had ever encountered.

  **Thud! Thud!**

  A black shadow darted forward at incredible speed. Before Jiang Ling could react, Yang Tian's foot connected with his chest, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the chamber.

  "Not good!" Seeing Jiang Ling being kicked away, Jiang Yuan and the woman shouted in unison. Their bodies shot forward, their jade-like palms striking toward Yang Tian.

  **Boom! Boom!**

  Yang Tian stood his ground, unleashing two powerful punches. The crimson energy around his fists condensed into two massive fist imprints, sending the two figures flying backward.

  "Cough, cough..." Jiang Ling coughed up blood, his eyes filled with hatred as he glared at Yang Tian. As the young master of the Jiang family, he had never suffered such a humiliating defeat.

  "Draw your swords!" Seeing Yang Tian's overwhelming strength, Jiang Yuan barked at the woman. The two remaining golden swords flew into their hands.

  "Time for their trump card, huh?" Yang Tian took a deep breath, his body now fully enveloped in crimson energy. Against peak Profound-grade artifacts, even his robust physique wouldn't hold up.

  **Hum! Hum!**

  The golden swords hummed, their divine power surging. The sharp energy they emitted tore through the void, forming three massive sword beams that loomed over Yang Tian.

  "Looks like they're planning to finish me in one move," Yang Tian muttered, his expression growing serious. Even from this distance, his robe was already being sliced by the sword beams' sharp energy.

  "Die!" Jiang Ling roared. The dazzling sword beams shot through the air, aiming to cut Yang Tian down.

  "Ha!" Yang Tian let out a deep shout, unleashing a flurry of punches. The crimson energy around him surged, and a faint pressure began to envelop the area.

  **Sizzle...**

  The sword beams slowed slightly as the restraining force weakened their power. Dozens of fist imprints shot forward, colliding with the sword beams.

  **Boom! Boom!**

  The force of the punches was overwhelming. The trio's faces paled as they poured more energy into the golden swords. The sharp energy grew even more intense, shattering the restrained space. The weakened sword beams struck Yang Tian.

  The crimson barrier around him was sliced open, and a sense of danger washed over him.

  "Suppress!" Yang Tian shouted. The river of blood and qi above him surged, shaking violently as if trying to shake the heavens. For a brief moment, the three sword beams were frozen in place.

  "What kind of martial skill is this?" The trio's faces filled with shock and disbelief. They had heard of skills that could suppress space, but Yang Tian's cultivation level was too low for such a feat.

  Yang Tian's face was pale, the energy in his river of blood and qi dimming. After three months of intense training, he had unlocked a fraction of the river's potential, allowing him to briefly restrain space. However, the technique had a limited range and consumed a tremendous amount of energy.

  "Kill him! Use the Tri-Yuan Sword Formation!" Jiang Ling roared, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The golden swords trembled, their sharp energy surging.

  "They're going all out..." Yang Tian muttered. Essence blood was vital to cultivators, representing their life force. Losing too much could hinder their future progress.

  The three golden swords stood together, their power radiating outward. In front of them, a massive five-zhang-tall sword materialized, its sharp energy piercing through the void.

  The trio's faces were pale, and they had each spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Their vitality was at its limit. Forcing the Tri-Yuan Sword Formation had drained them, and it would take months to recover.

  Yang Tian's expression was grave as he looked at the massive sword in the air. Even if he unleashed the full power of his Solar Flare, he wouldn't stand a chance. Even a Martial Warrior would hesitate to face such an attack.

  "You little brat, you should be proud to have forced us to use our trump card. Now, it's time for you to pay with your life," Jiang Ling snarled.

  "Not so fast," Yang Tian retorted, his eyes flashing with determination. His body shot backward as the river of blood and qi above him churned violently.