Demon-killing Enlightenment

Yang Zhao was also miserable. He had known Hu Yue since childhood, and both of them were placed with high hopes. However, Yang Zhao had poor talent, and was doted on by Yang Zhong, so his strength was surpassed by Hu Yue at an early stage.

In order to prevent Yang Xin from becoming the next head of the family, he used all means possible. He got to know Mr. Xu through Hu Yue and killed Yang Xin to get the Blood Sword, but in the end he was still used by the Hu family.

In the end, all the careful planning turned out to be a loss.

He could only rely on his familiarity with the streets of Yangcheng to deal with the patrol team that was chasing him.

Yang Zhao had no choice but to come to the tunnel. He wanted to escape.

As for the Yang family, Yang Zhao didn't care about them at all.

Yang Zhao was walking in the tunnel, feeling more and more excited. No one knew about this tunnel, as he had spent half a year secretly digging it.

At that time, he just wanted to kill Mu Yang in the tunnel, but now it has become his chance to escape.

Yang Zhao lit up the fluorite and walked in the tunnel bit by bit. The feeling of surviving a disaster was so good that he hummed a ballad unconsciously.

"Hahaha, Hu Yue, so what if you killed my whole family? You still let me run away. It's all the fault of that old guy Yang Heng. Wouldn't it have been better if he had designated me as the next head of the family earlier?" Thinking of the angry thing, Yang Zhao started cursing as he walked.

"Yang Zhong, you are not a qualified father either. You are indecisive, your strength is mediocre, and you dare not even breathe in front of the old man. The head of the Yang family is just a puppet!" Yang Zhao roared.

"And Yang Lian and Yang Jin, they are all against me. I am the eldest son, why don't they respect me?!"

"And, damn Mu Yang, why did you show up? Why did you force me? Forced me to betray my entire family and left me with nowhere to go." Yang Zhao's eyes were bloodshot and he roared madly.

When Mu Yang heard this, he knew that Yang Zhao was crazy, so he no longer hid it and faced Yang Zhao directly.

"What did I force you to do? Force you to become a lunatic?" Mu Yang directly questioned Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao was startled by Mu Yang's sudden appearance. The blood sword glowed brightly red and he immediately blocked his chest.

"Who are you? How do you know the tunnel I dug?" Yang Zhao asked irrelevantly.

Mu Yang didn't say anything more, and the Fang Tian Huaji glowed brightly red, making Mu Yang's face look extremely strange.

"Mu Yang?!" Yang Zhao shouted strangely.

"Why are you here? Why don't you run away? The Hu family will not let you go." Yang Zhao said viciously.

"Waiting to kill you." Mu Yang didn't waste any words.

"Hehe, we are now on the same boat. It will be useless even if you kill me." Yang Zhao said.

"You killed Aunt Liu and kidnapped Xiaodouzi. Do you really think I won't kill you?" Mu Yang said in a cold tone.

"Well, you're talking about that. It's not my fault. We kidnapped the child to stop the tribe leader from resisting. Who knew that the old woman selling meat was actually a master of the Qi Realm? We had no choice but to kill her."

"They won't die if they don't resist, just like those pedantic elders of the Yang family." Yang Zhao said self-righteously.

"Hehehe, Mu Yang, let's run away together, go out and explore together, come back when our strength increases, and kill the entire Hu family, how about that?" Yang Zhao tried to win over Mu Yang.

Mu Yang stopped talking nonsense and rushed forward with his halberd. He had no intention of summoning a ghost, he wanted to kill this scum with his own hands.

Seeing Mu Yang rushing towards him, Yang Zhao no longer held out hope for a partnership and urged his blood sword to fight back.

With the help of the blood sword, Yang Zhao has almost reached the early to middle stage of the Qi realm.

Mu Yang then realized that his Qi state had reached perfection, but Mu Yang still went up.

The long halberd pierced through the wind and rushed straight to Yang Zhao's face. The blood sword quickly blocked it and knocked the halberd away.

Two balls of blood with slightly different colors quickly collided into one, and the clanging sound of the collision filled the entire tunnel.

Yang Zhao’s talent is average, but he grew up in the Yang Mansion and is very mature in swordsmanship. For a while, he is on par with Mu Yang, who has the advantage of length.

Mu Yang was not panicked either. He had seen how Yang Zhao looked when he had just obtained the Blood Sword. Even if he looked very powerful now, he was still a cowardly lunatic who was afraid of death.

Mu Yang kept thinking about how Aunt Liu looked when she was dying. Such a miserable woman actually died at the hands of a member of the same tribe, and this member of the same tribe turned out to be a traitor who sold out his master for fame.

Endless anger rose from Mu Yang's heart, and the attack of Fang Tian Huaji became more and more fierce.

The resentment in the Reverse Spirit Mirror quickly entered his body, and Mu Yang could feel that it was the resentment from the old ghost.

Mu Yang's strength increased instantly, spiritual energy mixed with resentment circulated in his body, and the Fang Tian Huaji also turned red with a hint of black.

Yang Zhao also felt that Mu Yang's strength had increased dramatically, and he had a feeling that he was approaching or even surpassing himself.

"Why does everyone want to go against me? Why don't they give in to me in everything?"

"Why am I still being hunted down even though I've reached this point?" Yang Zhao was filled with hatred.

The light of the blood sword became brighter, and one could see that the hilt of the blood sword was absorbing the blood flowing from Yang Zhao's injury.

"what!"

Yang Zhao's blood and energy exploded, directly pushing Mu Yang back several meters.

Yang Zhao's hair and beard were flying, blood was flowing from his eyes, and blood-red spiritual energy rushed out of his body, forcing him to break through to the Xianqi realm.

"Everyone must die!" Yang Zhao rushed towards Mu Yang like crazy.

The desperate attack temporarily suppressed Mu Yang. Seeing this madman risking his life to break through, Mu Yang stopped fighting. He used the Xing character technique, and his figure was like a ghost, making it impossible for Yang Zhao to attack.

This method of instantly improving strength has great disadvantages, and before long, Yang Zhao's momentum has wilted.

Seeing this, Mu Yang immediately seized the opportunity, holding the halberd with one hand to block the blood sword. With the other hand, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist and lifted it up.

Both of Yang Zhao's arms were broken at the same time.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao ignored the pain and immediately stepped back, but the loss of both arms caused his body to lose balance and he fell directly to the ground.

Mu Yang put away his scimitar, picked up his spear and walked towards Yang Zhao.

Seeing Mu Yang pointing at him with a halberd, Yang Zhao kicked his legs hard to move himself backwards.

"Ah..., Mu Yang, please forgive me, I am a disabled person now, ah..." Yang Zhao shouted and begged for mercy.

"Where is Xiaodouzi hiding?" Mu Yang asked Yang Zhao calmly.

"I don't know, I don't know, ah..., Hu Yue and the others took him away." Yang Zhao said with some trembling.

Seeing that Yang Zhao was of no value, Mu Yang stopped talking nonsense. He thrust the tip of his Fang Tian Hua Ji diagonally downward into the ground and walked straight towards Yang Zhao, who was bleeding to death.

Yang Zhao was now powerless to resist and looked at Mu Yang who was walking towards him with a look of horror.

"Mu Yang, please forgive me. Mu Yang, please forgive me." Yang Zhao kept repeating this sentence.

Mu Yang grabbed Yang Zhao's hair and dragged him onto the Fang Tian Huaji like a dead dog.

Put his neck in the angle between the halberd shaft and the crescent.

Even in this situation, Yang Zhao still begged for mercy.

Mu Yang ignored him, stepped on the back of Yang Zhao's head, circulated his spiritual energy, and exerted force.

Yang Zhao's head broke off and rolled several times in the tunnel he had dug with his own hands.