"Chu Yunlong sent me to kill me?" Yang Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, and was not afraid, but stared at the young man with interest.
The young man looked arrogant and said coldly, "I was ordered to take your dog's order, come with me."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaobao frowned and said in a deep voice, "Give people money to eliminate disasters for others. This is what my master said."
"So, no matter who you are, you have to pay the corresponding price to kill me."
"Who is your master? What is your name?" The young man frowned, and he was vaguely solemn.
"My master is Chu Feng. He is now joining the army in Nanling City!" Yang Xiaobao said lightly. "If you are tactful, you will apologize to me, and then kneel at my feet and kowtow three times. I may be able to consider circling you without dying!
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Hearing this, the young man laughed to the sky, his smile mixed with strong mockery, as if he had heard a huge joke.
Stop laughing, the young man teased and said, "Just you, I deserve to apologize to you?"
"You are looking for death!" Yang Xiaobao showed anger and instantly drew his sword.
However, the young man's movements were half a beat faster than Yang Xiaobao, and he avoided the offensive just before the long sword was cut.
The young man snorted coldly, shot out, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived near Yang Xiaobao and kicked him suddenly.
Yang Xiaobao was caught off guard and was kicked out and landed in a mess.
Before he got up, another afterimage swept over, lifting his legs and stepping on Yang Xiaobao's chest.
Yang Xiaobao's pupils suddenly contracted and he quickly stretched out his arms to block them.
The violent metal impact sounded deafening, and Yang Xiaobao was kicked several feet away.
Yang Xiaobao gritted his teeth and tried to stabilize his body.
"Boy, you're not simple." An evil arc appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth. "I actually took three moves!"
"However, you may not be able to withstand this next move!"
As the words fell, the young figure jumped up like a cheetah, suddenly swung his fist out, carrying a huge force to blast towards Yang Xiaobao's forehead.
The continuous explosion suddenly exploded, and the air spread like a bomb.
A dense muffled sound came out, and Yang Xiaobao took several steps in a row to barely stand firm.
Yang Xiaobao's arm bones were shattered on the spot by the terrifying brute force, and were covered in blood.
When his throat became sweet, Yang Xiaobao sprayed a mouthful of blood again.
The young man slowly floated to the ground, with a cold curve on his lips, and he smiled gloomyly, "My name is Liu Haoxuan, the grandson of the Chu family's elder, and his eighth-grade warrior cultivation level."
"You are just a mere seventh-grade martial artist, and you are destined to die at my hands tonight!"
"Do you want to kill me?" Yang Xiaobao wiped off the blood stasis on the corner of his mouth and grinned, "I think you should be the one who died in the end!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiaobao's aura surged, and the spiritual power of the Dantian surged wildly. In an instant, he actually broke through from the peak of the seventh grade to the ninth grade martial artist realm!
Seeing Yang Xiaobao's aura sky surge, Liu Haoxuan suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes filled with strong shock.
He could clearly sense that Yang Xiaobao's aura had improved by three levels!
In just five minutes, he actually broke through from the peak martial artist at the sixth grade to the ninth grade martial artist realm!
"Is this kid a freak? He actually broke through the third level in five minutes!"
"I remember it took me ten months to break through from a sixth-grade martial artist to an eighth-grade martial artist!"
After a brief surprise, Liu Haoxuan's face became extremely ferocious, and he scolded fiercely, "Damn it! I want to see how powerful you are!"
Before he finished speaking, Liu Haoxuan immediately activated his spiritual power, flew his palms and shot dozens of palm prints towards Yang Xiaobao.
The palm print cut through the void and covered the sky and hit Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao's eyes were stern and he did not dare to neglect at all. He immediately changed his spiritual power and condensed two flame spears.
Yang Xiaobao waved two flame spears, like two poisonous snakes, shuttled between the palm prints in the sky.
A fireball headed straight for the youth.
Seeing this, the young man sneered, pinched the fireball like lightning, and squeezed it hard.
In an instant, the fireball burst into pieces.
"A little trick of eagle." The young man glanced at Yang Xiaobao with contempt and snorted coldly, "Waste is always a waste. Even if you break through the realm of a martial artist, you are still a waste."
"That's not necessarily!" Yang Xiaobao sneered.
After saying that, Yang Xiaobao leaped out with a knife and took the initiative to meet Liu Haoxuan.
Yang Xiaobao's actions angered Liu Haoxuan.
"Since you are seeking death by yourself, I will do it." Liu Haoxuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and murderous intent filled him.
Yang Xiaobao faced him fearlessly and bravely met him, fighting with the young man.
The difference in strength between the two was too big. With just a dozen moves, Yang Xiaobao was forced to retreat step by step, and danger was everywhere.
Every attack by the young man contained powerful and brute force, and Yang Xiaobao could not resist it at all.
Although Yang Xiaobao has the strength of a ninth-grade martial artist, he does not know how to use it.
For warriors, martial arts are very precious. They will choose to learn martial arts unless they encounter situations where martial arts are particularly needed.
Another heavy punch was smashed, and Yang Xiaobao spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.