792: Chapter 271: Instigation_3 792: Chapter 271: Instigation_3 The Human Race was the protagonist of heaven and earth, the result of the evolution and the balance of power among the mighty.
Amongst everything under heaven, only the Human Race was innately weak; even with their vast numbers and flourishing beings, they could hardly pose a threat to the entirety of the Three Realms.
Furthermore, the Human Race’s Incense and Devotion Power could help the strong enhance their strength, making those powerful beings even more reluctant to lose such a means of empowerment.
Look at how indifferent they seem on the surface, but if someone were truly to sever their faith, to take away all their Incense Visitors, they would certainly fight to the death.
Therefore, the Human Race, being central to the Heavenly Emperor, was naturally hard to shake.
Humans fight for their dignity just as Buddhas vie for a single stick of incense—this is not said in jest.
In the distance, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow, dissatisfied, gave Shao Siming a glance and grumbled discontentedly, “Why are you dragging me away?
I could kill that Great Yi right now.”
Shao Siming said in a deep voice, “Yang Jian has just arrived.”
“Yang Jian.”
Hearing this name, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow scoffed, saying, “He’s nothing but a half-breed born of Immortal and mortal, do you think I would fear him?”
He was utterly disdainful, showing no regard for Yang Jian whatsoever.
As a son of the Heavenly Emperor and a Sub-Paramount powerhouse, he truly didn’t see anything formidable in Yang Jian.
Unable to restrain herself, Shao Siming let out a cold laugh and said icily, “If you don’t think he amounts to anything, you can go back and confront him again; I can’t be bothered to stop you.”
Having said that, she released her grip.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow chuckled coldly and turned to leave.
Shao Siming had a strange expression on her face—surely he wasn’t really going to find Yang Jian?
Yang Jian was about to bid farewell to Great Yi, ready to return to the Heavenly Court.
Just then, he suddenly turned around, looking in a certain direction.
“Could it be?”
Yang Jian was somewhat astonished, puzzled by the other’s actions.
He felt it; the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow was back, brimming with killing intent, and it seemed his target was Yang Jian himself.
This left Yang Jian quite bewildered—was the other really here to kill him?
How could he dare?
Indeed the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow had returned with killing intent, focusing on Yang Jian and striking immediately.
The True Sunfire from the Sun was overwhelming, falling upon him and enveloping Yang Jian within it.
Yang Jian, equally proficient in the Seventy-Two Transformations with a profound physical body, was undaunted by the True Sunfire,
He secretly activated his Fire-Avoidance Art, then a flash of light in his hand, the Three-pointed Double-edged Sword appeared, and he immediately slashed out with it.
Dreadful sword aura parted the True Sunfire, headed straight for the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow.
Confronted by Yang Jian’s fierce offensive, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow finally reacted.
Astonishment arose in his heart at the other’s formidable strength.
However, having reached this point, he naturally did not want to retreat, for doing so would only tarnish his reputation.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow sneered, summoning his combat sword and slashing down directly, to meet the blade light from Yang Jian.
Boom.
An explosion erupted here, with powerful mana surging in all directions.
At this moment, an arrow light appeared, piercing through the everlasting blue sky.
Great Yi had taken action, unleashing a terrifying arrow.
This arrow possessed the might to bring down stars and the moon—an overwhelming power that made the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow’s heart pound.
He had not expected Great Yi to choose to gang up on him.
Cursing inwardly at their shamelessness, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow acted, reversing the course of his combat sword, and meeting the sword light with a strike.
Boom.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow shuddered violently, his hasty counter not displaying his full strength, and now his body was blasted away by the terrifying arrow light.
He was horrified.
Finally coming to his senses, he realized he had been impetuous.
Both Great Yi and Yang Jian were formidable enough to battle him head-on.
Approaching them proactively, facing two at once, was tantamount to courting death.
At this moment, he contemplated retreat, desiring to leave.
Yang Jian, who saw everything clearly, would not give him the chance to escape.
He let out a cold chuckle, blocking the retreat of the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow.
In another direction, Great Yi also blocked the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow.
Currently, with his Qi locked by both of them, escape in any direction would garner the joint attack of the two.
His face ashen, he felt some regret; he had indeed underestimated Great Yi and Yang Jian, and now found himself in such an awkward situation.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow wasn’t worried they could kill him, for he had confidence in his own strength.
What concerned him was the deadlock with the two, which might draw other strong figures from the Heavenly Palace.
If that happened, his chances of survival would become exceedingly slim.
Thinking of this, the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow finally understood why Shao Siming had insisted they flee.
It wasn’t out of fear, but concern about being held up and facing an onslaught.
Regrettably, he had been too arrogant to appreciate Shao Siming’s earnest caution.
Now he had willingly walked into a trap, essentially seeking his own demise.
“You think you can kill me, just the two Great Heavenly Venerates?” chuckled the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow in a derision.
Yang Jian’s sword was his reply.
And Great Yi stepped forward too, employing close combat.
His Sun Shooting Divine Bow could also be used as a melee weapon—if its string entangled, it could cut off any part of the Tenth Son of the Golden Crow’s body.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow was flustered, quickly getting suppressed.
Even if his combat skills were not weak, he could gain no advantage over Yang Jian and Great Yi.
One-on-one he might not win, let alone two against one.
The Tenth Son of the Golden Crow also worried; he had delayed here too long, and if other Heavenly Court powerhouses sensed this, he would be in great trouble.
All he wanted now was to escape from this place.