How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

One moment, the battlefield was filled with the shouts of thousands of people, a deafening roar, and a fierce battle raging back and forth.

The next instant, a surge of killing intent erupted, and the aura of an unparalleled ferocious beast suddenly descended from the sky.

As dozens of elite cultivators on the outer perimeter of the Yang family mansion's array base were focused on condensing the great array, a surge of powerful energy suddenly erupted.

When that killing intent swept past them within a ten-foot radius, they didn't even have time to let out a muffled groan.

People, array lights, and protective magic treasures were instantly annihilated, completely pulverized before even blood could splatter, and the entire area briefly became a pitch-black void.

Under Li Rentu's overwhelming killing intent, there were almost no opponents who could withstand even a single blow from him.

His killing techniques are among the best in the Tang Dynasty. Once his killing intent is fully formed, it is almost an existence that blots out the sun and swallows the heavens and destroys the earth. Ordinary experts of the same level find it difficult to even keep their minds steady in the face of his killing intent.

Without pausing for a moment, Tian Tu Hou transformed into a chilling killing intent, crushing layer upon layer of defenses and rushing straight toward the Yang family mansion. Although his aura was extremely weak, the primordial energy within the secret hall still faintly leaked out. There was no mistake, that little brat must be inside!

Just as Tian Tu Hou was like a tiger among sheep, breaking through the army formation and about to approach the Yang family mansion, an angry shout rang out.

"Heavenly Slaughter!"

The silver-armored figure leaped into the air, the three-pointed double-edged sword tearing through the void. The killing aura of the three-headed dragon, trailing a blinding silver streak, fiercely slashed into the deathly killing domain, clashing violently with Li Rentu.

It's sizzling!

An unprecedentedly terrifying explosion erupted instantly, and the silver light and killing intent collided in a shocking collision. For the first time, the figure of the Heavenly Slaughter Marquis was halted. The killing intent around him violently trembled and boiled, and he took a few steps back, as if he had been forcibly nailed to the spot by the three-pointed double-edged sword.

But it was only a delay. Li Rentu once again stirred up his killing intent and launched another attack, without even glancing at Yang Jian's figure.

Yang Jian was instantly enraged. Just as he was about to swing his three-pointed double-edged sword to kill the arrogant Heavenly Slaughter Marquis, he was stopped in that instant.

Three grotesque figures appeared around Yang Jian without warning, their auras as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, completely surrounding him.

"Hey hey hey."

A piercing, sinister laugh echoed, and a ronin samurai clad entirely in black armor appeared to Yang Jian's left.

The narrow, curved blade in his hand suddenly extended an inch, and a killing intent that condensed countless negative emotions from the battlefield suddenly erupted. There was no blade light, but rather an inch of force; that inch was the ultimate sword intent technique!

Yang Jian felt a flash of blade light in his eyes, and a strong sense of despair washed over him. The next moment, the blade light slashed fiercely at his left arm. The blade light was too fast!

Yang Jian suddenly twisted his body, and the mithril light on his Heavenly God Armor shone brightly, barely managing to deflect the blade's edge.

"Huang Sanlang greets Yang Tianshen!"

The ronin samurai, having failed in his attack, gracefully returned to the left, nodding and smiling slightly.

Just as Yang Jian was feeling surprised and angry, another figure appeared in the void to his right.

An old eunuch with a pale face, no beard, and deep-set eyes appeared like a ghost, his ten fingers wrapped around a strange red snake thinner than a strand of hair.

With a light touch of his fingertips, as elegant and composed as playing a zither, several strands of red silk suddenly shot out, instantly wrapping around the three-pointed, double-edged blade. The red light flashed and intertwined, frantically absorbing the silver divine light flowing on the blade.

Yang Jian's arm holding the knife suddenly sank, as if a thousand mountains were pulling him down. He hurriedly spun the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, finally crushing the several red lines.

The old eunuch flashed forward, grinning as he revealed his fine, white teeth.

"The Second Imperial Eunuch greets Heavenly God Yang!"

One was already quite troublesome, but two made Yang Jian feel uneasy, though his mind was still unsettled.

The space in front of them collapsed again, and a hunched, emaciated old man slowly walked out. He looked as if he would shatter at the slightest touch, but with one step, the void beneath his feet, which was constantly being annihilated and reassembled, suddenly trembled.

He didn't use any fancy moves; it was just a simple right punch. A heavy, decaying fist energy struck Yang Jian's front, and wherever the fist energy passed, the chaotic spatial currents froze.

Yang Jian turned his three-pointed, double-edged sword to meet the fist's force head-on, but was still shaken back several steps by the residual power.

"Huang Yixiu greets Yang Tianshen!"

The three royal assassins, Ronin Ghost Blade, Red Silk Eunuch, and Fist-wielding Rotten Wood, have all arrived together, forming an intricate web of defense.

At the peak of Mahayana, all were the most outstanding figures of their kind. With their minds focused on the unprepared, Emperor Li Tiandi of Tang issued his first secret decree to awaken these three supreme figures who were slumbering within the imperial palace.

These three were all assassins he had recruited, hiding deep within the imperial garden. Their auras were as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, and it was precisely because of their existence that almost no assassination attempts against the royal family had succeeded.

Yang Jian's expression turned cold, his beard and hair bristled, and he stared intently at the three figures in front of him. Without uttering any more words, he simply shouted, and his third eye between his brows suddenly emitted a burst of light, with thousands of rays of light surging wildly. He spun his three-pointed double-edged sword angrily and strode forward to kill.

All three were powerful beings of the same realm, and they were accompanied by an emperor. Their strength and aura were profound and powerful. He could not stop them alone, nor could he avoid them!

puff!

The Ghost Blade's invisible sword intent suddenly erupted, reaching extreme speed. It flashed past Yang Jian's all-seeing eyes and cut a deep, bone-revealing, pitch-black wound on Yang Jian's right shoulder blade, its resentful killing intent raging and eroding him.

The red thread in the eunuch's hand flicked and turned into a long, bright red snake, which coiled around Yang Jian's divine weapon, causing him to freeze in place and forcing him to struggle against the red thread.

boom!

Taking advantage of the entanglement between the two and Yang Jian, the withered old man took a step forward and unleashed a powerful punch. There was no way to dodge it. Even though Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye shot out light from between his eyebrows, the old man's momentum did not diminish, leaving Yang Jian only enough time to block with the end of his sword hilt.

Click.

The three-pointed double-edged sword and the three-headed dragon suddenly roared and boiled, letting out a miserable scream under the heavy, decaying aura.

Yang Jian felt as if a boulder had struck his chest, his body trembled violently, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he clenched his teeth to avoid being sent flying backward. The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts within his body suddenly activated, dissipating the aftershocks of the fist's power.

"Oh? What a fine knife! It didn't fall apart even after taking this punch from me. Tsk tsk."

The withered old man in front of him stared in astonishment at the three-pointed double-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand, clicking his tongue in admiration.

Yang Jian's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts racing, but his expression remained calm as he quickly considered how to deal with the three men's combined attack.

These three were all peak Mahayana experts, the kind of immortal beings who were almost about to die. Their cultivation and aura were incredibly powerful. What was even more terrifying was that their cooperation was far from a simple one plus one; they possessed a combined attack technique.

It made him feel like he wasn't facing three people, but rather one against three gods and demons. This power was really hard to withstand. He couldn't just sit back and be passive, otherwise, if he was dragged down, the entire front would collapse!