Chapter 1477: A Dog Cannot Change Its Habit of Eating Filth

Chapter 1477: Chapter 1477: A Dog Cannot Change Its Habit of Eating Filth

Swish!

Yang Yan’s hand blade barely grazed his scalp as it flew past.

Yet, the fierce wind still left a deep gash on the top of his head, causing blood to gush out, covering his iron face.

After dodging this blow, he wasted no time, quickly tapping his foot on the ground, gathering spiritual power beneath his soles.

Roar!

With a deafening shout, the Venerable Iron Face exerted himself fiercely and immediately slid back three zhang, narrowly escaping Yang Yan’s attack.

After calming his mind, he squinted at Yang Yan, the horror on his face showing no signs of easing.

Venerable Iron Face understood that the young man before him was too powerful.

To win, he must strike first!

He took action without hesitation, and then shouted:

"Sword Blades Unleashed!"

Countless sword blades summoned with a wave of his hand immediately pointed at Yang Yan, attacking him in an overwhelming manner.

Faced with the sky full of sword rain blocking all escape routes, Yang Yan remained unfazed.

He sneered, "Ha! You think you’re fit to wield a sword?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, seemingly bypassing the sword rain, transforming into a shadow rushing toward Venerable Iron Face.

This was a move Yang Yan had recently developed—Star Trace.

In essence, it was a fusion of the Power of Space and the Mirror Image Law, utilized alongside the Three Thousand Incarnations.

It appeared that Yang Yan merely took a step, but in reality, he took countless steps in an instant.

Each step he took perfectly dodged the attacks from the sword blades, as if he could step on the points where the blades would land.

His movement was graceful, and to observers, it looked as though he was Shrinking Inches, directly closing in on the once-confident Venerable Iron Face.

The students watching Yang Yan’s battle from below were filled with awe.

In the face of a great enemy, this peer, who looked about their age but exuded a more mature aura, showed no signs of nervousness, radiating calmness and elegance.

Some female students’ gazes sparkled with admiration.

Zhou Tong watched Yang Yan’s battle, subconsciously clenching his fists.

Perhaps even Yang Yan did not know that this battle planted a seed of becoming a peerless powerhouse in Zhou Tong, who was originally endowed with impeccable talent and tenacity.

For the first time, such thoughts equaled his desire for revenge in his heart...

In an instant, Yang Yan was right in front of Venerable Iron Face.

When Venerable Iron Face came to his senses, he shockingly found Yang Yan had already seized his throat tightly.

Yang Yan looked at him coldly, speaking in a tone devoid of any emotion, "Any last words?"

"Spare me, sir, spare me! Have mercy!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Venerable Iron Face begged for mercy, utterly spineless.

Yang Yan left him utterly shaken.

He had never imagined someone could evade his lethal strike so effortlessly.

The moment his move was countered, he lost all courage.

Moreover, his life was now in someone else’s hands.

Additionally, Venerable Iron Face sensed the terrifying soul pressure emanating from Yang Yan, making even the thought of escaping with his soul improbable.

He knew that if he did not immediately show submission, his little life might not be the only thing at stake today; he might even face complete annihilation of his divine soul.

"Cough, cough! Yang Yan, spare him! After all, as a late-stage Divinity Transformation, he might still be of use in the Great Calamity."

At this moment, Lingming slowly regained consciousness, speaking to Yang Yan with difficulty.

If not for the injury sustained in the earlier battle, he wouldn’t have been severely wounded by a mere late-stage incarnation like Venerable Iron Face.

Yang Yan’s heart was filled with joy, and he hurriedly inquired, "Senior Lingming, you’ve awoken!"

"Yes!" Lingming nodded and further persuaded, "Spare him, with the Great Calamity approaching, he is still a strength."

Upon hearing Lingming’s words, Venerable Iron Face hurriedly added, "Yes, yes, yes! I can contribute my strength to the world during the Great Calamity."

Listening to Lingming’s words, Yang Yan couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

In that moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Venerable Iron Face’s eyes.

Seeing Yang Yan deep in thought and not focusing on him, he suddenly spat forward.

A near-invisible small flying sword shot from his mouth and aimed at Yang Yan’s forehead.

Yang Yan, discerning its location by sound, raised his idle left hand, and with two fingers gently clamped the small flying sword firmly.

"You..."

Venerable Iron Face attempted to speak something else, but his words were immediately choked back.

Bang—

With a forceful squeeze of his hand around Venerable Iron Face’s neck, it exploded instantly.

In that moment, a surge of Soul Power erupted from Yang Yan, incinerating his soul to ashes.

Venerable Iron Face’s neck slowly drooped, a trickle of crimson blood flowing from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and bewilderment.

Even unto death, he remained unclear how Yang Yan detected his sneak attack.

"A dog that can’t change its habit of eating feces! Such a person is a scourge if left alive; better off dead,"

Yang Yan uttered a scornful snort as he looked at Venerable Iron Face’s limp corpse on the ground.

Then, a strand of azure flame appeared at his fingertip.

With a wave of his hand, the flame surged from his fingertip, flying onto the body of Venerable Iron Face. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

And in the blink of an eye, the flames reduced Venerable Iron Face’s body to ashes.

Watching as Venerable Iron Face’s remains were scattered by the wind, Lingming sighed lightly.

With the Great Calamity approaching, how can one not feel disheartened with such selfish people in existence!

At the same time, he felt a touch of apology towards Yang Yan.

As the Grand Elder of the Wood Race, Lingming had a deeper understanding of life, always preferring leniency when possible.

Yet human nature, once more, hit him hard, causing his expression to appear somewhat ashen.

With a swift flicker, Yang Yan descended to the ground and asked Lingming, "Grand Elder, how fruitful was your mission this time?"

Lingming couldn’t help but lament, "Don’t mention it; we gained absolutely nothing this time."

"Ah?" Yang Yan frowned, "Wasn’t Venerable Iron Face just..."

Lingming looked somewhat embarrassed, explaining, "Indeed, we successfully got inside, but before reaching the depths, we were repelled by a mysterious force."

"This force seemed to grow stronger with strength; that’s why I sustained such significant injuries. While adjusting my condition, I encountered Venerable Iron Face."

"He had been lingering nearby all along, convinced that we had acquired a Secret Treasure, relentlessly pursuing and attempting to coerce us into handing it over."

Lingming wanted to say more but suddenly noticed the curious eyes of several students behind him, immediately gesturing them over.

Due to Yang Yan’s rare appearances and the fact that they stood far away during the first day of the entrance examination, very few students in the academy recognized him, aside from those fortunate disciples in the Ten Sects who had witnessed his demeanor.

As a result, even now, no one connected him to the statue in the square.