Yang Wenguang smiled coldly and said: "From now on, I will temporarily take possession of the Yang family's property. Therefore, from now on, any resources of the Yang family will belong to me."
As soon as he said these words, Yang Haoyu's expression changed.
He quickly walked out, stood in front of Yang Wenchang, glared at Yang Wenguang, and said in a cold voice:
"Yang Wenguang, don't be too arrogant. This is the Yang family and you will not be allowed to act wild. Also, this is my father's will. Before his death, my father handed over the Yang family to Yang Wenchang. So, from now on,
The property here belongs to the Yang family and has nothing to do with you."
"Fart, who do you think you are? How dare you instruct me? What right do you have to ask me to give up? Today, I will kill you first to prevent you from continuing to harm the Yang family." Yang Wenguang shouted sternly with a gloomy face.
As he said that, he took off his bow and arrow and aimed it at Yang Haoyu.
"Second uncle, be careful."
Yang Wenchang was frightened and quickly reminded him.
Although he knew that Yang Haoyu had suffered serious internal injuries, Yang Haoyu was a peak nine-star warrior after all.
If the opponent fights to the death, Yang Wenguang is no match.
"Yang Wenguang, since you are so stubborn, don't blame your uncle for not caring about the relationship between uncle and nephew."
Yang Haoyu snorted coldly.
Then, he strung the bow and aimed the arrow at Yang Wenguang.
Yang Wenguang's face turned pale.
But he knew that if he backed down at this time, he would be destroyed.
Yang Wenchang is a direct bloodline, and not only his cultivation talent is better than him.
Moreover, Yang Wenchang is very popular among the Yang family.
If he escapes, Yang Wenchang will definitely hate him.
Rather than doing this, it is better to resist bravely.
Yang Haoyu clenched his long bow and was about to shoot an arrow.
Suddenly, a flash of sword light came.
The sword light instantly penetrated Yang Wenguang's neck, and blood sprayed out, dyeing Yang Wenchang red.
Yang Wenguang's eyes widened, he clutched his throat and fell to the ground.
Yang Haoyu and Yang Wenchang were both stunned.
They thought that there was going to be a big battle today.
As a result, Yang Wenchang was killed without even being able to withstand a single move.
"Who? Who dares to stab someone in the back?"
Yang Haoyu roared angrily.
The next second, a girl in green robe appeared in front of everyone. She came to help Yang Xiaobao.
Her skin is better than snow, and her eyes are like autumn water.
A pair of jade feet are slender and straight, as if they were carved from mutton-fat jade.
Her whole body exudes a noble and holy temperament.
"Xiaobao, are you okay?"
Seeing the girl, Yang Wenguang showed joy and hurriedly walked over.
Yang Xiaobao also looked at the girl in confusion.
"elder sister?"
Yang Xiaobao couldn't believe it, this was his sister Yang Shufang.
"sister……"
Yang Wenchang's mouth moved, trying to shout out the word "sister".
However, at this moment, Yang Shufang stretched out her right palm.
A ball of flames burned out of thin air and hit Yang Wenchang directly.
In an instant, raging flames enveloped Yang Wenguang, wildly devouring his life force.
"Sister, why did you take action?"
Yang Xiaobao's face was full of shock.
Yang Shufang's figure shook slightly and she almost fell to the ground.
After a violent cough, Yang Shufang barely stood still, her face turned pale, she shook her head and said
"I just forced myself to perform my spiritual skills, which caused me serious internal injuries. I can no longer hold on."
After Yang Shufang finished speaking, she spit out another large mouthful of blood.
Her steps were shaky, and her injuries were obviously more serious.
Yang Xiaobao quickly ran to his sister's side, supported Yang Shufang, and asked with concern:
"Sister, how is your injury?
I will help you heal your wounds."
"My injuries are too serious, I'm afraid I can't protect you."
Yang Shufang smiled bitterly.
"My soul is powerful and I may have a way to heal your injuries."
Yang Xiaobao looked solemn, and after pondering for a moment, he said.
"Really?"
Hearing this, Yang Shufang's face suddenly brightened.
Her current condition is extremely bad and she may die at any time.
Who is willing to die if they can survive?
Immediately, Yang Xiaobao sat cross-legged and did his exercises to regulate his qi and blood.
"What's wrong with Xiaobao?
how so?"
Yang Shufang frowned slightly.
She felt that there was something abnormal about Yang Xiaobao.
"Is this kid Xiaobao going crazy?"
Yang Shufang guessed.
At this moment, suddenly, a rich purple mist bloomed all over Yang Xiaobao.
Purple light reaches the sky, illuminating the eight wastelands.
The air around Yang Xiaobao twisted and formed a huge vortex.
"This is the rising purple energy. Could it be that he..."
Yang Shufang's pretty face was as pale as paper and she murmured.
"Xiaobao, come on!"
Yang Shufang looked worried and cheered for Yang Xiaobao.
But soon, she discovered that the purple mist was gathering more and more, inflating like a balloon.
"No, this is a spiritual base collapse. Xiaobao's spiritual base has been forcibly suppressed, and he will explode soon and die completely!"
Yang Shufang's expression changed drastically and she reminded her urgently.
However, Yang Xiaobao turned a deaf ear and still silently activated his spiritual power in an attempt to suppress the spiritual base.
Hearing a booming sound, Yang Xiaobao's spirit base finally could not withstand the huge purple energy.
Suddenly exploded.
The terrifying explosion force struck, and Yang Xiaobao shuddered, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.