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Li Pengcheng and Lin Xiao joined forces to kill me?

A surge of murderous intent burst forth from his chest.

Li Xiaoyao slowly turned his head, accurately locating Li Pengcheng in the midst of thousands of people.

Those eyes, filled with murderous intent and anger, made Li Pengcheng shiver violently.

This matter had ultimately been exposed.

Li Yiming and the elders of the Li Family both had deeply furrowed brows.

Both were sons of the Clan Leader of the Li Family Clan, yet today there was news of them killing each other. Such a matter was the greatest scandal for the Li Family and would become the laughingstock of the entire Cultivation World.

Li Xiaoyao took a deep breath, shifted his gaze, and landed on the face of Yi Jie from Da Lin Temple, saying, "They are dead, now, it's your turn!"

"What!" Everyone was stunned. What did he mean by that?

Shouldn't he be going after Li Pengcheng for their fratricidal fight? Why had the scenario changed so suddenly, and what did this have to do with Da Lin Temple?

Even if Li Pengcheng wanted to kill Li Xiaoyao, Li Xiaoyao couldn't bring himself to seriously harm him.

Li Pengcheng had the blood of Li Chengfeng in him, and just for that reason, no matter how excessive Li Pengcheng's actions, Li Xiaoyao would not kill him.

But the fury in Li Xiaoyao's heart needed to be released, and as such, the people in the Human Realm who wanted to kill him became the targets of his venting.

"Arrogant youth, today this old monk must break my killing precept and strike you down to console the departed spirits!" the elder from Da Lin Temple, holding a magic wand in his left hand, forcefully stamped it on the ground, and immediately countless cracks spread in all directions.

"Die already, old fool, get lost!" Li Xiaoyao roared angrily, his body shooting forward like a cannonball, carrying the force of ten thousand jun towards Yi Jie.

Yi Jie sneered, "Within the Human Realm, I might not be your match, but outside of it, do you think you are fit to contend with me?"

Several elders intended to step in, but seeing the situation, they all held back.

Yi Jie was the strongest of the younger generation in Da Lin Temple, his Cultivation Level had already reached the pinnacle of the Spirit Cultivation Realm, and dealing with Li Xiaoyao should be easy.

If Yi Jie could slay Li Xiaoyao, it would be ideal. Thus, they wouldn't have to break the rules and be the subject of public discussion.

"With one punch, I can break the heavens."

"Within ten steps, killing you would be like slaughtering a chicken!"

Li Xiaoyao's cold voice rang out in this desolate place, filled with undeniable strong confidence and momentum.

Yi Jie, with both hands on his staff, which was forged from the essence of plants and trees and was exceptionally sturdy and robust—even a Golden Core Realm Cultivator would find it extremely difficult to break.

"Sky-shocking Staff Technique!" With a fierce shout, Yi Jie executed the staff technique, countless staff shadows fell like a torrential rainstorm, aiming to cover Li Xiaoyao completely.

In the instant that these myriad staff shadows descended, they suddenly converged into a single massive shadow.

Li Xiaoyao's charging figure didn't slow in the slightest; facing Yi Jie's full-force attack, he watched with a cold gaze and casually raised his hand, deflecting the attack.

Yi Jie stepped back again and again, his face showing a look of great shock.

The power Li Xiaoyao mustered with a mere casual raise of his hand had given Yi Jie a sense of irresistible force.

Seeing Li Xiaoyao's figure about to reach him, Yi Jie bit the tip of his tongue, spraying out a mouthful of blood from it. The blood turned into a mist, instantly covering his body.

An aura even stronger than before burst forth from Yi Jie's body once again.

"Arhat Handprint!" Yi Jie dropped his staff, his expression solemn, his right hand constantly changing gestures. One seal after another formed like shadows, finally solidifying before Li Xiaoyao arrived.

"Die!" Yi Jie's mouth was bleeding as he roared. The formed Arhat Handprint surged towards Li Xiaoyao with force.

A golden handprint separated from Yi Jie's palm and advanced toward Li Xiaoyao, seemingly slow in motion.

"Is this all you've got?"

Accompanied by Li Xiaoyao's last coldly uttered word, a radiant burst of spiritual energy instantly took shape in the palm of his hand, causing a surge of spiritual power fluctuations that even the Guardians of the Human Realm drastically changed their expressions over. It rapidly spread out in all directions.

Li Xiaoyao clenched his hand into a fist and, with the rawest and most brutal force, punched out.

This attack, as fast as Running Thunder, ripped through the golden handprint with extreme speed and continued unstoppably toward Yi Jie behind it.

With this move, Li Xiaoyao displayed his strength far beyond the Spirit Cultivation Realm, shocking everyone. This display of power indeed matched his actions in the silence among men.

The fist's power shattered the golden handprint almost instantly, reaching above Yi Jie's head in a blink of an eye.

Faced with Li Xiaoyao's overwhelming assault, Yi Jie's expression changed dramatically, and his heart was already in turmoil.

Having just overexerted himself to use his strongest technique, his face was slightly pale. He had thought that the Vajra Handprint would be enough to kill or at least severely injure Li Xiaoyao, but it hadn't even grazed him before being shattered.

Yi Jie could only grit his teeth, barely mobilize the spiritual power within his body, and cross his arms in front of him, trying to block Li Xiaoyao's punch.

This scene was too shocking for words.

Even with Yi Jie's strongest technique, Li Xiaoyao easily broke through. They understood that if they were in Yi Jie's position, they couldn't have put up any more resistance.

"What!"

Several elders were shocked to see Li Xiaoyao's punch effortlessly break Yi Jie's seal.

"Stop, you brat!" An elder from Da Lin Temple bellowed in anger. With a stomp, the ground trembled violently under his feet. He turned into a blur, shooting towards Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao's strength exceeded his imagination. He had thought that Li Xiaoyao and Yi Jie were evenly matched, but after seeing both of them in action, he realized he was gravely mistaken.

Yi Jie, at the peak of his Spirit Cultivation Level, stood no chance against Li Xiaoyao, let alone of killing him.

The elder from Da Lin Temple moved incredibly fast, reaching Li Xiaoyao in the blink of an eye. But Li Xiaoyao was even faster; before the elder could intervene, the punch had already struck Yi Jie's chest.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

Yi Jie's arms broke entirely, the tremendous force caving in his chest a few centimeters, blood spurting wildly, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

One punch!

Just one punch!

That single punch not only broke Yi Jie's strongest attack but also severely injured and sent the Spirit Cultivation Realm genius flying.

"You little bastard, you're courting death!" The elder from Da Lin Temple's eyes turned icy, unable to contain his killing intent anymore. With his fingers spread wide, he struck through the air towards Li Xiaoyao.

The seemingly withered and thin fingers contained a terrifying force that astonished onlookers. Even Li Xiaoyao felt his heart pounding and goosebumps rising on his back in the face of this palm.

"Zhou Lu, you really don't care about losing face by attacking the younger generation!" Li Pingshuang sneered coldly. Like a ghost, he too rushed over in an instant, effortlessly blocking the palm that was originally aimed at Li Xiaoyao.