Chapter 61 Is That All the Skill You Have?

The robed elder did not dare to take the blow head-on, forced to dodge continuously while swinging his black saber to fend off Han Yang's assaults.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Explosions echoed relentlessly through the air, spiritual energy surging wildly, sand and stones flying as the battlefield descended into utter chaos.

Zhu Ganglie, the Flood Dragon, Bai Suzhen, and Bai Ze watched from the sidelines, their hearts pounding with terror. They had never witnessed such a fierce battle before.

"Big Brother Yang is mighty!"

Zhu Ganglie brandished his nine-toothed rake, shouting with excitement.

"Master, go for it!"

Bai Suzhen and the Flood Dragon also clenched their fists nervously.

Bai Ze stared dumbfounded at Han Yang, his heart filled with shock:

"Is this the benefactor's true strength? It's too powerful!"

Han Yang and the robed elder were locked in a fierce duel, trading blows with every single move aimed at taking the other's life.

"You little beast, do you really think you can defeat me like this? I am a mighty warrior at the peak of the Integration Stage!"

The robed elder roared, black miasma rolling off his body as his momentum surged once more.

"Is the Integration Stage supposed to be impressive? I'll be stepping on you sooner or later!"

Han Yang sneered, a flash of madness in his eyes. He once again activated the Soul of Taotie, devouring more spiritual energy, pushing his power to new heights.

"This... This is impossible!"

The robed elder's eyes widened in horror. He could feel Han Yang's strength continuously climbing, which completely defied his understanding.

Suddenly, dazzling golden light erupted from Han Yang's body, and the Roc Golden Wings behind him spread out fiercely.

His speed skyrocketed once again, transforming into a streak of golden light that instantly bypassed the robed elder and appeared behind him.

"Roc Golden Wing Slash!"

A golden sword qi, far more brilliant than before, fiercely slashed down upon the robed elder's back.

"Ah!"

The robed elder let out a miserable scream, his body plunging from the sky like a kite with a snapped string.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred! A dark figure flew swiftly from afar and caught the falling robed elder in mid-air.

"Master!"

The dark figure cried out in alarm, revealing a young and breathtakingly beautiful woman.

Dressed in tight black martial attire, she possessed a cold and striking appearance, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.

The dark figure flashed over to the severely wounded robed elder lying on the ground, holding him securely.

The figure was indeed a young and beautiful woman, clad in dark fighting clothes with a chilling beauty, yet her eyes were as piercing as ice.

She was none other than Leng Yue, the disciple of the robed elder.

"Cough, cough..."

The robed elder coughed up a mouthful of blood, his complexion as pale as paper.

"Yue'er, hurry... hurry away... this beast..."

"Master!"

Seeing her master injured to such an extent, Leng Yue felt a blazing fury ignite within her heart.

"Who, who did this to you?!"

She snapped her head up, locking her gaze firmly onto Han Yang, her eyes radiating lethal intent.

Flapping his Roc Golden Wings, Han Yang hovered mid-air, looking at Leng Yue with amused interest, completely devoid of fear.

"Oh? Another one delivering herself to be killed? Little beauty, let me advise you to take your half-dead master and get lost right now, or his fate today will be yours tomorrow! Or perhaps, you'd like to become my dual-cultivation cauldron instead?"

Hearing this, Leng Yue laughed in absolute rage.

"Such arrogant words! A mere beast dares to act so presumptuously!"

With a wave of her slender hand, a black longsword materialized out of thin air, its blade wreathed in bone-chilling frost as it pointed straight at Han Yang.

"Sharp-tongued!"

Han Yang chuckled coldly, his Roc Golden Wings vibrating as he turned into a streak of golden light to meet Leng Yue's attack.

Leng Yue's swordsmanship was fierce, every move lethal, her sword light resembling falling snow and her cold aura biting.

Han Yang did not dare to be careless, using his Roc Golden Wings to parry.

For a time, golden light intertwined with sword shadows, and the explosions were deafening.

"Beast, pay with your life!"

Leng Yue cried out sharply, her sword momentum intensifying, moving as fast as lightning.

As he blocked, Han Yang felt a secret jolt of surprise.

This young woman's swordsmanship was truly formidable, far superior to that old bastard's. It seemed he needed to take things seriously!

After dozens of clashes, the two remained evenly matched.

Anxiety gripped Leng Yue's heart. Worried about her master's injuries, she only wanted to end the fight swiftly.

"Ice Cold Art!"

Leng Yue shouted softly as dark Qi surged around her, her power skyrocketing.

The sword qi grew even sharper, and the surrounding temperature plummeted drastically, making even the air feel as though it had frozen.

Han Yang instantly felt the pressure multiply—this young woman actually had a trump card left!

He did not dare to dawdle, once again invoking the Soul of Taotie to frantically devour the surrounding spiritual energy and elevate his own might.

"Is that all you've got? And you want to kill me?"

Han Yang sneered, madness flashing in his eyes.

"Arrogant!"

Leng Yue roared, her sword onslaught turning even more ferocious, as if she intended to tear Han Yang into pieces.

Amidst the fierce combat, Han Yang gradually discovered the flaws in Leng Yue's swordsmanship.

Though her sword techniques were formidable, they placed too much emphasis on speed and power while lacking versatility, making them easy to anticipate.

"Found your weakness!"

A wicked smirk crept onto the corner of Han Yang's mouth.

He began leveraging the speed advantage of his Roc Golden Wings to dodge Leng Yue's attacks continually while searching for an opening to counterstrike.

Finally, the opportunity arrived!

Leng Yue thrust forward with her sword, but Han Yang flashed aside, evading the blade's edge while fiercely swinging his Roc Golden Wings.

"Roc Golden Wing Slash!"

A dazzling golden sword qi tore through the void, heading straight for Leng Yue's chest.

Failing to dodge in time, Leng Yue was struck by the sword qi, sent flying backward as she spewed a mouthful of blood.

"You..."

Clutching her chest, Leng Yue turned pale, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that she would be defeated and injured by a crow.

"I told you, his fate today is your tomorrow!"

Han Yang sneered, closing in on Leng Yue step by step.

"Yue'er!"

Seeing this, the robed elder struggled to get back on his feet, only for Han Yang to plant a foot squarely on his chest, pinning him down so he couldn't move.

"Old thing, you'd better just lie there obediently!"

Han Yang laughed coldly.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Watching as her master faced imminent death, panic overwhelmed Leng Yue.

"I agree! I agree to be your cauldron! But, I have a condition!"

Han Yang cast a playful glance at Leng Yue's curvaceous figure, thinking it might actually be worth considering.

"Oh! You're even setting conditions now? Do you think... you're in any position to negotiate with me right now?"

Overcome with shame and anger, Leng Yue bit her lip and snapped at Han Yang.

"Then tell me, how can I be considered to be in a position!"

Seeing that this young miss was actually taking him seriously, the smile on Han Yang's face grew even wider.

"Hahaha, fine! You want me to say it? Then you have to stay by my side forever! And be my cauldron~!"

Leng Yue's pretty eyes widened in shock as she stared at Han Yang.

"You... you... how can you be like this!"

Observing her reaction, Han Yang realized that despite her cold and proud exterior, this girl possessed such a wonderfully girlish side as well.

"So what? What can you do about it? Or can your useless master do something to me?"

"Both of you are just losers under my hands! Make up your mind quickly!"

The moment she heard Han Yang mention her master, Leng Yue hurriedly pleaded with him.

"Don't hurt my master, I agree to be your cauldron! I'll... I'll stay by your side forever..."

Hearing Leng Yue's words, Han Yang threw his head back and burst into hearty laughter.

"Then... shall we go?"

Leng Yue nodded imperceptibly.

She followed obediently behind Han Yang, step by step.