"W-W-Who are you?" With his lips trembling in disbelief, Bao Zhuan asked a question. However, all he got in reply was a kick to his face.
BANG... Yang Chen moved at such a speed that his opponent was unable to perceive and delivered a swift kick.
Crack... the force behind the kick was so great that his foot sank in on his opponent’s face shattering their nose cavity and sending them flying.
It was a good thing that Yang Chen had controlled his strength or else he might have killed jim with that attack. Anyways from this day on, this person would have to live with a jagged nose for the rest of his life.
After finishing off Bao Zhuan with that attack, he turned towards the rich, hedonistic young master of so powerful clan.
At this mont, Yan Ming’s face was twisted with an ugly expression as he looked at his defeated subordinate.
"Tch, a waste. He can’t even defeat a brat. Fangjie you go next, teach that brat what happens if they ss with soone from the Yan clan" Clicking his tongue, he ordered his other subordinate.
The man nad Fangjie was much stronger than the first guy, having a Nine Star Battle Master cultivation. He was much more older and experienced too.
He did not mindlessly attack but rather used them to probe the strength of his opponent. It was a slow and uninteresting fight.
Finding his battle style boring, Yang Chen stopped wasting ti and finished the second guy with the sa attack he used on the first.
BANG... Fangjie was also sent flying with a kick to his face, leaving only their master, Yan Ming.
"You!! D-Don’t think that you can just get away after doing sothing like this. I am from the Yan clan, if you hurt , even dying ten thousand tis won’t be able to save you"
Having not expected for both of his subordinates to taste the ground, Yan Ming lost his previous arrogant bearing and slowly started retreating back in fear.
To save himself, he stooped to using the na of his clan to intimidate Yang Chen. However, unfortunately for him, the latter did not care the slightest about the Yan clan. Heck, he did not even know who they were until today.
As such, there was not even the slightest influence on him. That being said, Yang Chen still chose to retreat at this point rather than going all out and making complete enemies with the Yan clan.
It was not that he was scared, it’s just that he wanted to enjoy his ti here in peace. If he can avoid getting chased by enemies by not hitting the annoying bastard in front of him, then he would definitely choose to take that option.
Unfortunately, the Irritating bastard mistook Yang Chen backing down as him being scared of his clan. He suddenly beca bold and shalessly attacked him from behind, angering him for real.
A faint greyish attack landed on his back, causing him to take a few steps forward. Yang Chen turned around and glared at Yan Ming. The thick killing intent that broke out of his body from all the killing he did so far, was so potent that the latter almost piss his pants.
Before he could do anything, the guy fell on his butt with tears and snot running down his face.
"Oh?! So he was a soul cultivator" Amon comnted with interest.
A soul cultivator was soone who cultivated soul energy. The attack that this bastard threw at him just now was a soul attack.
Although it did not pack much power due to the cultivator being weak, just a Late Stage Soul Formation realm, the attack was tricky and hard to dodge. Unlike the explosive and volatile nature of the battle energy, the soul attacks relied more on flowing movent and complex control.
If not because he was also a soul cultivator and hadn’t let his guard down, he would have suffered so damage there no matter how insignificant.
"Soul cultivator huh" Yang Chen didn’t expect the silk pants in front of him to be able to cultivate soul energy. After all, according to Amon, a practitioner who had the talent to cultivate soul energy was rare.
"Does that an that he is an Alchemist?"
"Don’t be ridiculous" Amon sneered "Just because he is a soul cultivator it doesn’t an that he is an alchemist too. Although one needs to be a soul cultivator to practice alchemy, the talent and aptitude needed for it is a totally different thing. There is no way this snotnose is an Alchemist. You will be able to tell an Alchemist apart when you et one later".
So that was the case, Yang Chen nodded his head. He looked at Yan Ming and postulated what to do.
Seeing the other party’s disgraceful behaviour, he felt like it would be beneath him to even touch them. However, he couldn’t let the other party go just like this after they attacked him. He had to teach him a lesson or else it would only serve to swell the other party’s ego.
Yang Chen decided to play the sa card, instead of attacking physically he used his soul energy which was more powerful than Yan Ming’s, to attack him.
Using hand seals to control the flow of the soul energy, he slamd it towards the soul realm of the other party.
The soul realm was the core of a soul cultivator, it if was destroyed it would be as good as them becoming cripple. As such even though Yan Ming was trembling from head to toe, he still defended his soul realm with his life.
When two soul cultivators in the early realms of the Soul Foundation Stage fought, there was no grand display of energy collision or impact, the damage was all internal.
Even the battle was being fought in their consciousness. Yan Ming tried to create a barrier with his soul energy to defend his soul realm. However, his control was amateurish and downright sloppy.
In front of Yang Chen’s attacks, it easily broke apart allowing his soul energy to invade Yan Ming’s soul realm.
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