Chapter 063: Yin-Yang Severing the Mountain

  "Isn't that Wang Long?" The intense energy fluctuations had drawn a crowd, and when they saw the jade-like young man, exclamations of recognition erupted. Wang Long's reputation was well-known.

  "Who is that black-robed man? Why is he confronting Wang Long?" Newcomers were puzzled, but others quickly filled them in. The crowd's expressions shifted to understanding.

  "That black-robed guy obtained the Mark of Inheritance," someone sneered, though their intentions were unclear.

  "That kid's in trouble. Wang Long has a replica of the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace, which far surpasses most semi-finished artifacts," others whispered. The Yin-Yang Divine Furnace was a legendary treasure on the continent, ranking high on the list of divine artifacts.

  The tension between the two was palpable, and the crowd began to disperse, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of such a battle.

  "You coward, show your face!" Wang Long sneered, his hand suddenly forming a claw. A terrifying force surged forth, aiming to tear off Yang Tian's hood. Several ancient trees nearby were instantly shredded.

  "I'm afraid I might scare you," Yang Tian chuckled. With a stomp of his foot, a surge of energy erupted from the ground like a volcano, dispersing Wang Long's attack.

  "Impressive control," Wang Long muttered, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The black-robed man had not used any martial techniques, yet his energy manipulation was flawless—something Wang Long himself couldn't achieve.

  "Kid, the inheritance isn't something you can keep," Wang Long said, his expression turning serious. In an instant, he lunged forward, his body surrounded by two streams of energy—one black, one white. These were the yin and yang energies of the Yin-Yang Union Sect's cultivation technique.

  Boom! The two energies transformed into ferocious beasts, tearing through the air with terrifying force as they charged toward Yang Tian's chest.

  "Hmph." Facing the imminent attack, Yang Tian sneered. His aura surged, and dozens of light blades materialized in his hands, spinning rapidly and slashing toward the beasts.

  Boom! The light blades were like divine swords, cutting through the beasts with ease. The air exploded with thunderous roars as the beasts were severed mid-air.

  Whoosh! Yang Tian's figure blurred, slipping behind Wang Long like an eel. His fists, glowing with a crystalline red light, struck out several times toward Wang Long's back.

  Bang! Suddenly, two streams of black and white energy erupted from Wang Long's back, colliding with Yang Tian's punches. The air crackled with energy.

  However, the black energy seemed to shrink back upon contact with the red punches, as if it had met its natural enemy.

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  "Such strange punches," Wang Long thought, alarmed. But he had no time to dwell on it, focusing instead on channeling his white energy to counter the attacks.

  Boom! The clash of energies created a blinding light, kicking up a cloud of dust. At the epicenter, a shockwave erupted, sending both men flying backward.

  Crack! The ground beneath them split into countless fissures as they landed several feet apart.

  "Whoa..." The onlookers gasped. Wang Long's yin-yang energy was notoriously difficult to deal with, yet Yang Tian had held his own.

  "What kind of fist technique is this?" Wang Long muttered, his expression grim. The punches were overwhelmingly powerful, and his yin energy seemed ineffective against them.

  "You two, capture the other black-robed one. Alive!" Wang Long barked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at Yang Tian.

  Whoosh! Two figures behind Wang Long sprang into action, charging toward Yun'er like predators.

  "You're asking for death!" Yang Tian moved instantly, his spine twisting like a dragon. A flurry of leg shadows appeared in the air, striking at the two attackers.

  Boom! The crimson energy in the air seemed to solidify, halting the two figures in their tracks. They reacted quickly, throwing out palm strikes to counter the leg shadows.

  Bang! The leg shadows were overwhelming, shattering the palm strikes and sending the two figures flying. They crashed through several ancient trees before coming to a stop.

  "Kid, worry about yourself first," Wang Long said coldly, his body darting forward. His hands struck out, sending two streams of yin-yang energy toward Yang Tian's back.

  Boom! Yang Tian frowned slightly, his arm swinging around to deliver a palm strike. Several light blades shattered the incoming energy.

  "Brother Yang, focus on him. I'll handle these two," Yun'er said softly, stepping forward. She pulled out a jade hairpin, which grew to half a zhang in length as she infused it with energy.

  Whoosh! Gripping the hairpin, Yun'er moved like a willow in the wind. Sharp energy beams shot out from the hairpin, aiming for the two attackers.

  "She's got quite the treasures," Yang Tian remarked with a smile. Then he lunged forward, his fists raining down like a storm, each strike aimed at Wang Long's vital points.

  Wang Long's expression tightened. He clenched his fists, and dozens of yin-yang energy streams surged from his body, coiling like venomous snakes as they clashed with Yang Tian's punches.

  Boom! The battlefield quickly turned into a storm, uprooting ancient trees and kicking up dust.

  "That black-robed man is strong!" the onlookers exclaimed. The two combatants moved too quickly for the crowd to follow, but the sheer power on display was undeniable. The black-robed man's strength was on par with that of a saint-level expert.

  "It's too early to draw conclusions. They haven't even used their treasures yet," one observer noted.

  "True. Wang Long's yin-yang energy is amplified by the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace. I wonder what kind of treasure the black-robed man has."

  The crowd buzzed with speculation as the battle raged on, drawing more and more spectators.

  Yang Tian's punches were relentless, forcing Wang Long to retreat step by step. Both fighters had unleashed their full power, their attacks tearing through the air with terrifying force.

  Boom! Wang Long's expression shifted constantly. He realized Yang Tian wasn't even using his full strength. The roaring wind around them made his ears ring.

  With a final pair of palm strikes, Wang Long broke free from the storm, landing on a distant ancient tree.

  Yang Tian smirked, his fingers dancing as he began forming a series of intricate hand seals.

  Wang Long's face darkened. He crossed his arms, and countless streams of yin-yang energy surged forth. His arms turned black and white, forming two massive energy vortices.

  Boom! Seeing Yang Tian preparing a technique, Wang Long's expression changed. He lunged forward, appearing in front of Yang Tian in an instant. Two energy orbs erupted from his fists, which now resembled dragon heads.

  "Yin-Yang Severing the Mountain!" Wang Long roared. From his arms emerged two coiling dragons—one black, one white. The dragons roared, their terrifying energy shaking the very fabric of space.