Chapter 5: The Corpse Burns with Green Flames

  That's right, it is!! Tang Yan's face revealed a crazy joy, quickly concentrated his mind, and worked hard to refine this drop of energy source liquid. However, a sudden urgent and chaotic footsteps broke the tranquility.

  "Tang Yan, come here quickly!" In the dense and chaotic forest, Yuan He led two white-eyed wolves to rush towards him. The white-eyed wolves were ferocious and pounced on Tang Yan, who was already battered and bruised, with multiple wounds torn open by the wolves' sharp claws, looking extremely miserable.

  How did this guy come here? Tang Yan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, the memories from Tang Er Gongzi made him cautious. This Yuan He was ruthless and cruel, had long joined Yang Ruyan's family, and now suddenly appeared here, probably not with good intentions.

  But at this moment, one of the two wolves besieging Yuanhe suddenly separated and pounced on Tang Yan.

  "Tang Yan, be careful! Come over quickly!" Yuan He shouted anxiously.

  Tang Yan remained unmoved, staring intently at the white-eyed wolf that was pouncing towards him. He had a mind to fight again, but the cyan flames from just now had almost drained his energy, and the absorbed energy droplets hadn't fully refined yet. In his current state, he couldn't handle this ferocious white-eyed wolf.

  "What are you doing? Do you want to be eaten by jackals? Come over quickly, I'll protect you!" Yuan He shouted again, looking very anxious.

  Believe it or not! Tang Yan let out a cold snort and turned his head to sprint towards the forest.

  But...

  "Looking for death!" Before he could run a few steps, a sudden change occurred, and Yuan He's anxious expression suddenly turned ferocious. His body rapidly pounced forward, his wrists emitting a cold aura, as a sharp ice blade instantly chopped towards Tang Yan.

  Tang Yan's face changed suddenly, and he desperately dodged, but the ice blade was as swift as lightning, heavily chopping down on his back. The powerful impact force instantly sent him flying out, heavily smashing into the tree trunk. His back was a blur of blood and flesh, with bones exposed in a terrifying sight. The spiritual energy that had not been fully digested within his body quickly gathered here, quietly nourishing the wound. However, the wound was too severe, and the healing speed was extremely slow. Fresh blood flowed out uncontrollably.

  "Huh? You're not dead?" Yuan He was greatly surprised, while fending off the White-eyed Wolf's attack, he intently observed Tang Yan: "There's spiritual energy within your body? You've actually broken through to Martial Artist?"

  Tang Yan was a 'half-product' known to everyone in Giant Elephant City, and also a timid and fearful young master who barely qualified as a martial artist, unable to gather spiritual energy. But now... the wound was clearly recovering slowly, indicating that he indeed had spiritual energy within him.

  Martial artist? How is that possible?!

  "You beast, do you want to kill me?!" Tang Yan coughed up blood violently, his back in severe pain, his face completely darkening. Although he had some resentment towards Yang Ruyan and others due to the misfortune of Tang Er Gongzi, it wasn't something that had actually happened to him, and he hadn't expected the other party to be so determined to kill him.

  Now this guy is clearly going to put himself in a desperate situation.

  If it wasn't for his caution, that soldier's blade would have probably slashed his own throat, and he would have been dead beyond dead.

  Tang Yan never considered himself a good person, in the original world he had no shortage of confrontations with those ruthless tomb robbers, and even personally dealt with several tomb robbers, forever burying them in ancient tombs.

  In the original world, one could also take lives with their own hands, why can't they in this world where the strong are revered?

  Bang!! Bang!! Perhaps due to the condensation of murderous intent, a fierce drumming sound echoed in his mind once again, causing the spiritual energy within him to become chaotic. The 'Spirit Source Liquid' that had not been fully refined yet rapidly dissipated in this strange turmoil, with most of it merging into his wrists, partially healing his injuries and partially nourishing the meridians within his body.

  Evil murderous intent was brewing in his mind, gathering in his eyes, Tang Yan stared at Yuan He and slowly stood up.

  As if sensing the danger, the white-eyed wolf that had been stimulated by the blood and pounced over suddenly slowed down, its reddened eyes rolling around, seemingly hesitant.

  "Is it an honor for you that Young Master Tang has become a martial artist, or is it a shame for the warriors of our continent?" Yuan He's words were venomous, his body bursting with source energy, cold ice spreading around him, condensing into two icy blades, fiercely killing the white-eyed wolf that was entangling him, and intimidating the other one that was eyeing Tang Yan.

  Tang Yan still stared at Yuan He, waiting for the spiritual liquid to be fully refined and his injuries to be nourished by the spiritual energy. His eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and he suddenly shot out, taking five steps before borrowing momentum to jump into the air, rapidly flipping and somersaulting, before slapping his hand onto the top of a branch, using the force to fling himself into mid-air.

  Take the initiative!!

  "Huh? This guy's gotten agile? Yuan He was slightly surprised, but a cold smile played on his lips as he condensed the icy air in his hands into the outline of an ice blade, ready to strike at any moment."

  Tang Yan darted back and forth among the branches, and after a moment, suddenly stopped above Yuan He's head.

  It's now!! Yuan He's spirit was slightly shaken, and the ice blade that had been accumulating for a long time suddenly burst into the air, instantly shattering a large number of branches and taking Tang Yan directly. The fierce momentum seemed to be a real sharp sword.

  Tang Yan's face sank like water, and the moment he grabbed Yuan He's outstretched hand, he suddenly turned sideways, narrowly avoiding the ice blade. At the same time, he flew down through the air, a leg sweep iron whip-like striking towards Yuan He.

  "A trivial skill, let you know what's called a gap in strength." Yuan He coldly hummed, nimbly dodging past, the source power within him condensing once more, the ice blade locked onto Tang Yan, poised to strike.

  However, Tang Yan fell to the ground without any pause, using the force of his fall to bounce back up and roughly collide with Yuan He.

  Ah!! Yuan He was caught off guard and stumbled backward after being hit, the ice blade that had just been condensed shattered along with it.

  "Mutt, die!!" Tang Yan was like a mad dog, ferociously pouncing and killing with all his might, unleashing a fierce and violent fighting style. At the same time, a murderous intent accumulated in his eyes, and the source energy surged within him. His hands once again emitted a blue flame.

  Palm shadows fluttering, green wheat dancing!

  "Externalization of spiritual power?" Yuan He was slightly startled. This is the symbol of a third-level martial artist, how could Tang Yan possibly achieve it?

  In the subtle moment of distraction, Tang Yan seized the opportunity and launched another attack. A flurry of powerful palm shadows bombarded Yuan He's chest, and a blue flame instantly stuck to it.

  "Ah, what's this!" Yuan He was shocked and let out a mournful cry. The flame seemed to have no temperature at all, but instead felt cool, yet it burned his clothes and the skin underneath, causing an indescribable pain.

  "You're going to be the death of me!" Tang Yan's face twisted even more, like a completely out-of-control wild beast constantly advancing and retreating.

  "Get out!!" Yuan He's voice boomed, as he accelerated his yuan power to resist the flames' invasion while condensing his yuan power into an ice blade.

  Tang Yan remained vigilant and as soon as he sensed the chill, he suddenly flipped over and sprang up, quickly dodging to the rear.

  Bang!! The ice blade almost grazed Tang Yan's shoulder and blasted out, a small tree with a trunk as thick as a leg not far away snapped loudly.

  Yuan Hehui was panting heavily, having consecutively unleashed multiple Ice Blades, which had severely drained his spiritual energy. With great effort, he slapped the flames on his chest and used his spiritual energy to suppress them. The flames were quickly extinguished, but a fist-sized blood hole appeared on his chest, looking gruesome and terrifying.

  "Tang Yan, I'll make sure you don't die well!" Yuan He glared viciously at Tang Yan, who was struggling to get up not far away.

  Tang Yan panted heavily, looking disheveled but with a fierce and sinister gaze that was fixed intently on Yuan He, like a wild beast whose head had been provoked.

  "Wait till I kill you, these little wolves will dispose of the body for me, so... no one will know it was me who did it. This is... dying with eyes open! Haha!!" Yuan He's sinister cold smile, his right hand slowly clenched into a fist, a short and sharp ice blade condensed into shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a faint chill.

  Condensing physical objects purely with spiritual energy! This is the most proud skill of a third-class martial artist!

  At this time, a furious roar suddenly came from afar.

  "What kind of people are you, how dare you!"

  "How dare you provoke our Giant Elephant Academy? Don't you want to survive in this Northern Wilderness region?"

  "You scoundrels! So it was you who brought these white-eyed wolves here!"

  "Huh? What's going on?" Yuan He slightly raised an eyebrow, slowly came to a stop, and concentrated on listening to the distant movements. Actually, at this time, he shouldn't have been distracted, but his subconscious thought that Tang Yan had already lost his ability to move, so there was no need to pay attention to him.

  Maybe...

  "Go to hell!!" Enduring the intense pain, Tang Yan suddenly rose up, accompanied by a sharp and shrill roar, his clenched right fist heavily bombarded Yuan He's head, due to the surge of murderous intent, due to the turmoil of emotions, the cyan flame once again condensed on his right fist.

  Bang!! The two were only a few steps apart, Yuan He was caught off guard and was hit hard, his right cheek was scorched by a fierce flame, causing severe burns to the nervous system.

  Ahhh! Yuan He covered his face with force and let out a mournful scream.

  Tang Yan's face was twisted like a ghost, and the madman seemed to have knocked him down, turning over and riding on top of him. A flurry of wild punches rained down, thud, thud, crack, thud, thud, and the dense forest echoed with dull thuds and crisp cracking sounds of bones splitting.

  Yuan He let out a mournful cry, struggling like a madman, the icy blade slashing wildly, scarlet blood splashing everywhere. But Tang Yan was equally entranced, shrieking shrilly, dancing crazily, riding on his body with a death grip, pummeling him with fists like an evil spirit.

  Every time the fist falls, there is always a faint blue flame that adheres to and burns the muscles inside, causing intense pain that cannot be expressed in words. Yuan He was shocked and angry, but he could not withstand the crazy Tang Yan, nor could he withstand this piercing pain.

  After an unknown period of time, Yuan He's upper body was in tatters and completely covered in dark fire. After a few convulsions, he fell still, and was actually smashed to death by Tang Yan!

  Tang Yan was covered in wounds, weakly swaying a few times, almost fainting. Forcing himself to endure the intense pain and dizziness, he struggled to move his body, leaning against the tree trunk and panting heavily, unable to move due to exhaustion, his hands were numb and blurry from excessive force, and he was unconscious, twitching slightly.

  In the distant dense forest, the white-eyed wolves have all retreated, replaced by more than 30 white-robed men with wolf-toothed masks. There are already three corpses of guides on the ground, five students are being controlled, and the rest are also trapped in a difficult battle.

  "Aerinda, take the students away!" Arno's body shone with a golden light, like a golden god of war, wielding his massive sword to wildly slash and entangle the three white-robed figures.

  "Hold on!! Our reinforcements will arrive soon!" Elinda was currently fighting hard with three other instructors, stubbornly protecting Yang Ruyan and the others. Although the students were somewhat frightened, they didn't show too much fear, occasionally striking out to disrupt the enemy's attacks.

  Their lines are already battered and on the verge of collapse at any moment.

  "Everyone, instructors, give up. Our target is only these trainees, no different from you being enemies. As long as you withdraw now, you can leave safely and soundly."

  In the misty forest, an old man wearing a white cloak slightly raised his head, with his slender eyes shrouded in gloom.

  "Leave? As soon as we let our guard down, we'll definitely become corpses on the ground. I don't care who you are, but provoking a Giant Elephant student and kidnapping a young master of a noble family is a crime that will make you pay dearly."

  "This won't trouble you anymore, it's still the same old saying, we just want these children."

  "Daydream!!" Anno's figure shone like a golden war god, swinging his massive sword to create layers of golden sword blades around him.

  "Since you are all stubborn, don't blame us for being ruthless." The old man nodded slowly, and the ten white-robed men nearby crossed their hands, silently circulating their spiritual energy. A faint white mist began to spread out, as if it was going to trap everyone in its depths.

  "Aerinda, take the students and go! Hold on, the instructors will arrive soon!" Ano sensed the crisis and roared again, his expression suddenly becoming ferocious. Ignoring the three white-robed men's thrusting sword blades, he tightly gripped his massive sword and slammed it into the ground with a beast-like howl: "Students... survive... Golden Soul, Explode!!"

  BOOM!!! A massive, thunderous roar exploded like the morning drum and evening bell, a golden ripple burst forth with Arno's golden sword as its center, sweeping across the entire arena... Along the way, four white-robed figures were split in two by the lazy waist slash, without even having time to let out a pained cry. The remaining white-robed figures stumbled backward, their faces pale and frightened, clearly suffering from internal injuries.

  "Ano?"

  "Hello teacher!"

  No!!

  "Don't..."

  The instructor and students were speechless with grief, their eyes blurry.

  "You bunch of bastards, today's hatred will be repaid twofold tomorrow, leave!!" Elinda's calm and peaceful eyes slightly trembled, fixedly staring at Arno in the distance, with a hint of confusion accumulating at the bottom of her eyes. Without hesitation, taking advantage of the white-robed man's momentary weakness, she forcefully broke through the encirclement, leading the somewhat confused students to charge out.

  "The old man under the white cloak looked slightly surprised and instead glanced at Ano several times."

  Anno's body remained in the kneeling position, his expression twisted and crazy, his eyes wide open but... he was already dead, with blood flowing from all seven orifices, and his body also overflowing with blood.

  "Golden Soul Decision", a Spirit-level martial skill, burns the internal spiritual source to release an almost substantial soul wave, capable of instantly killing enemies one level below in strength, and can also severely injure all warriors within the same level.

  It's a tyrannical and self-destructive martial skill. If you want to exert even greater power, then... burn your life, thoroughly detonate the source of power.

  Arnold's life was exchanged for a glorious price, three third-level martial spirits died miserably, more than ten peak martial spirits were injured, and several powerful martial sects suffered varying degrees of impact. It was this overbearing interference that created an opportunity for Ailinda and others to escape.

  "Seize all the disciples, not a single one can escape. As for those instructors, execute them all, do it cleanly, we cannot leave any clues behind." A cold voice came from under the hood, all the white-robed men bowed respectfully and quickly scattered out.