Angry!
Wang Clan was completely wiped out. News of the adept using them as blood sacrifices, an adept stomping them and them being affiliated with the devil race spread throughout Vacant Sky City. The affiliation was important news for it suggested the mysterious adepts who appeared on the continent were associated with the devil race.
Yang Tian headed toward Thundercloud Sect. Whether or not Yun’er was missing didn’t have a bearing on the fact Thundercloud Sect was about to face a crisis. Since he could hold his own weight, he could search for his parents’ whereabouts, but the real opportunity was when he found Chubby.
Meng Clan’s elders generously used their best transportation formation and high-grade bloodstones as a power source – a privilege only offered when they needed to escape death. When Yang Tian stepped inside, he looked over his shoulder and gave Meng Hao a smile. “Send Meng Yunxi my greetings.”
Meng Clan adept: “Young Master, who is he?”
Meng Hao shrugged. “The dead Yang Tian.”
Meng Clan was amazed they had the chance to meet the legendary Yang Tian. Meng Hao, therefore remarked, “My sister had to deal with a lot of pressure from the elders when she decided to help Yang Tian. You should be glad she decided to help him.”
The elders were rendered awkward after hearing Meng Hao.
Thunder City was similar to Vacant Sky City. Thundercloud Sect used to be the primary administrator of the city until numerous factions invaded and divided it amongst themselves.
Thundercloud Sect was situated on a series of towering spiritual mountains. Yang Tian looked straight at the mountains apologetically. He could see crushed mountains, bent and split staircases in addition to cracked paths. He took in a deep breath and began climbing. There wasn’t a soul in sight when there was probably a line from the top to bottom of the staircase of hopeful people trying to join the academy. Close to the stop he spotted Sword Aura flashing. In actual fact, it was a defence formation many folds superior to Li Clan’s.
There were many killing formations set up using formation discs. Evidently, Thundercloud Sect was wealthy.
The black bird scratched his head as he looked around when they reached a formation. Before Yang Tian spoke, twenty adepts appeared, with the weakest being a Battle King. They vigilantly watched Yang Tian, who hopeless shrugged. A twenty-four-year-old Battle Emperor stepped forward and asked, “Who are you?”
Yang Tian took a while to reply, “I’m looking for Yun’er.”
The youth snickered. “Who the heck are you, runt? You’re not qualified to address Yun’er by her name. Now, be gone!”
Yang Tian grouchily shook his head. “You’re weak, but you have a big mouth. I never thought Thundercloud Sect’s members were so overbearing.”
Youth: “How dare you!”
The youth summoned a blue sword and slashed down at Yang Tian in a most condescending fashion. The other juniors around didn’t actually agree with the youth’s reaction. The ruthless swing generated divine lights. Yang Tian began to rage. He snorted to himself and caught the blade in between two fingers, cracking it. Yang Tian was younger than Wu Yu, yet was superior according to one of the girls.
The youth tried to cut down again. An Almighty adept tried to intervene, but he was too late as the Sword Aura was already discharged. Yang Tian fired a golden lightning bolt from his eye while simultaneously snapping the Dao Rank sword using his two fingers, erasing the Sword Aura.
The youth coughed blood as he retreated dozens of metres. He shouted to the Almighty adept in the sky, “Kill him!”
The Almighty adept to Yang Tian: “I think you have gone too far!”
Yang Tian looked to the Almighty adept. “You want to try me, too? Does nobody at Thundercloud Sect reason with people? Come down here if you want a fight!”
The juniors to the rear wanted to speak up, but they were afraid of the Almighty elder. The elder exclaimed, “Insolence!” and launched a palm strike at Yang Tian.
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