Chapter 1693: All of You, Come Together

Above the Nether Sea, amidst the clouds, a small leaf boat sped along.

Qin Yi was already feeling a bit irritated.

His heart was worried about the safety of Yun Mengyao and the others, but the Nether Sea was far more vast than the Deserted Domain, and the distance between cities was utterly absurd.

Qin Yi calculated, realizing he had been traveling for four days without a glimpse of Fengbo City.

Luckily, the little white cat was accompanying him, otherwise, he would die of boredom.

Qin Yi was bored, but Yun Mengyao and the others certainly were not idle.

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"Leave those below the Tribulation Crossing stage to you."

Lang Ya said coolly, expressionless.

Yin Qianqian warned, "Be careful yourself."

They were found once again.

They had been hiding in this small courtyard for less than two days before being found.

Three Netherworld King Envoys at the Fifth Rank Tribulation stage, and two at the Fourth Rank Tribulation stage. The rest were mere underlings wearing the attire of the City Lord's Mansion guards, numbering over ten.

Yin Qianqian's cultivation wasn't weak; one foot was already stepping into the Third Rank of the Tribulation stage, but facing these Netherworld King Envoys, she was still not enough, fortunately Lang Ya was present.

"Yaoyao, protect yourself."

"Don't worry, they're just a bunch of underlings," Yun Mengyao said confidently.

She couldn't defeat those at the Tribulation stage, but these insignificant guards were no match for her.

"I advise you to surrender and not seek your own deaths; opposing our Netherworld Clan leaves you no path but death."

A Netherworld Envoy said grimly.

Yin Qianqian raised her head and looked at him, "I'm very curious, how did you find us?"

"Want to know?" The opponent chuckled strangely, "Once we capture you, I'll tell you."

"Boom!"

Tremendous power surged forward to hit the opponent.

Lang Ya didn't waste words, he moved directly into action.

The speaking Netherworld King Envoy was horrified; this force was too powerful, he felt the danger.

His momentum rapidly climbed to its peak, his black robe clapped, and he struck out with a palm, black Qi rolled out, sweeping forth.

"Boom!"

Two forces collided, and the black Qi was shredded by Lang Ya's power.

Lang Ya's force was too strong; after destroying the opponent's power, it hit him directly.

The black robe on the Netherworld King Envoy exploded into fragments, revealing a pale and horrified old face, blood gushing forth as he was thrown hundreds of meters, crashing through the roof of a house.

If the Netherworld King Envoy could still speak now, he would surely say young people disregard martial virtues; he was caught off guard and didn't dodge.

The remaining four Netherworld King Envoys suddenly tensed up, watching Lang Ya cautiously.

A single move severely injured a Fifth Rank Tribulation stage expert, understandably making them nervous.

Lang Ya, the one who exudes an aura of dominance, looked at the four expressionlessly and said coolly, "You, come together then!"

Who's the master of pretentious acts here? Come find Little Wolf.

The four Netherworld King Envoys didn't stand on ceremony; one said in a low voice, "Together."

The four scattered instantly, surrounding Lang Ya in the middle.

Lang Ya stood with hands behind his back, expressionless, as if the four didn't exist.

"Action."

Three Fifth Rank Tribulation stage experts and one Fourth Rank Tribulation stage moved simultaneously.

In an instant, terrifying power from four directions bombarded Lang Ya, the momentum was intimidating, causing the air within thousands of meters to become violently turbulent.

Lang Ya faced the incoming bombardment of four wild forces, exuding intensity; with a single hand, he formed seals, and rolling silver rays burst forth from his palm, transforming into four silver dragons over ten meters long.

"Boom boom...!"

The four silver dragons precisely collided with the four incoming wild forces, instantly exploding.

A earth-shattering explosion like dry thunder erupted, resounding across the four fields, and the storm that surged in all directions tore the void with cracks.

The four Netherworld King Envoys stepped back repeatedly against the violent storm.

But Lang Ya stood firm in the center of the storm, unmoved.

This act of pretentiousness, even if Qin Yi saw it, he would have to acknowledge... King of Pretentiousness.

Lang Ya previously said that even with his injuries not healed, he could fight Qin Yi to a standstill. If his injuries were healed, Qin Yi wouldn't be his match. Those weren't empty words.

Of course, that was before; now Qin Yi has consecutively broken through three levels, doubling his power.

Lang Ya, besides being childish and loving to act pretentious, indeed had terrifying combat strength.

Facing four people alone without a trace of fear. No, strictly speaking, he didn't regard them at all.

"Slash!"

Lang Ya's figure flickered and he dived toward a Fifth Rank Tribulation stage Netherworld Envoy.

"Stop him."

This Netherworld Envoy knew well the terror of Lang Ya; he alone was definitely no match and shouted for his companions to assist.

However, Lang Ya gave him no chance, opened his mouth, and roared.

"Roar!"

Dragon Roar.

Rolling sound waves caused the area before his eyes to instantly distort; the roar struck directly at the divine soul.

The Netherworld Envoy targeted by Lang Ya felt like his brain was about to explode, as if a thunder shock had gone off in his head, shaking his divine soul, causing his mouth and nose to bleed, eyes dull.

The other three Netherworld Envoys who rushed to aid were also stunned by this roar, with Qi and blood surging, minds buzzing, and eardrums seeming to tear.

By the time they snapped back to their senses, they saw their companion's neck already gripped by Lang Ya.

"Crack!"

The piercing sound of bone breaking sent chills through them.

Lang Ya casually discarded the Netherworld Envoy whose neck he had crushed, like throwing away garbage.

A Fifth Rank Tribulation stage expert, just like that, was crushed to death by Lang Ya.

Yin Qianqian exclaimed, "I wonder if Lang Ya and Qin Yi fought, who'd win?"

Luckily, Lang Ya was by their side, or they would likely have fallen into the hands of the Netherworld Clan already.

"Definitely Qin Yi," Yun Mengyao said with certainty.

Yin Qianqian laughed, "You're blindly worshiping; Lang Ya's cultivation is not beneath Qin Yi's."

"I'm really not hyping Qin Yi; aside from combat strength, just on brains, tying ten Lang Yas together wouldn't be enough for Qin Yi to toy with. You really haven't seen the treachery of Qin Yi."

Yin Qianqian's mouth twitched slightly, acknowledging the truth.

They weren't fools either, gradually realizing that Lang Ya was very childish, essentially a little white.

Qin Yi was insidiously cunning.

If Lang Ya faced Qin Yi, that guy Qin Yi could likely outmaneuver Lang Ya to death.

Lang Ya glanced at the other three Netherworld Envoys, snorted coldly, his silhouette flickered and he charged forward.

Yin Qianqian looked at those City Lord's Mansion guards and hardened her gaze, "Go."

Yun Mengyao nodded slightly.

The two of them rushed toward the dozen City Lord's Mansion guards.

They couldn't handle the old ones, but surely they could handle the younger ones.

Seven-colored brilliance swept over their entire bodies, the huge Seven-Colored Cloud Wings unfurled, wings flapped, several feathers transformed into chilling lights that shot out.

Yin Qianqian handled it even easier, covered her palm with a slap, terrifying palm wind instantly turned several guards into pulp.

These guards were utterly like clay molded by them.

"Boom!"

A storm swept through the air, a chest caved in, bones snapped, muscles tore, screaming as they flew out.