Thinking of this, Yang Tian did the exact opposite. He did not display even the slightest hint of murderous intent. His expression was extremely subdued, making him seem less like someone coming to kill and more like a visiting friend as he continued to press forward.
"A martial arts war will happen soon. You will await the misfortune and death of all humanity."
At that moment, Yang Tian’s ears suddenly picked up a crisp voice, startling him slightly.
Yang Tian naturally realized it was Han Qingqiu’s voice.
Let alone mentioning that in this world, he was nearly invincible—the Han Clan man being no exception.
Who today could resist Yang Tian’s slaughter? Who would dare stand against him?
So Yang Tian merely glanced in Han Qingqiu’s direction before paying no more attention and continuing forward.
Watching Yang Tian’s gaze, Han Qingqiu suddenly frowned.
Within her domain, she could not see through Yang Tian’s depths. She had always thought he was just a regular person.
Thus, she and her sister Jiang Lan should have remained hidden in the bell tower, transmitting information. Yang Tian should have never discovered them.
And yet, that single glance naturally caught her somewhat off guard.
"This could be a coincidence."
Han Qingqiu thought this way, but seeing Yang Tian pay no attention to her words and continue walking forward slowly, she immediately furrowed her brows.
"A vulgar man, a frog in the well. Since he stubbornly ignores my reminders, there’s no need to bother any further."
Jiang Lan did not think as much as Han Qingqiu. She took off southward and charged north early on, confident in her own strength.
So upon seeing Han Qingqiu try to warn Yang Tian, Yang Tian remained oblivious, and Jiang Lan immediately showed a slight disdain.
Han Qingqiu still wanted to dissuade him, but Jiang Lan already deemed it too late. In commanding tones, she looked toward the distant Yang Tian and said, "No buts. If he’s affected, then it’s his fate! Let’s go!"
With that, Jiang Lan’s movements immediately activated, and with a single move resembling a roc spreading its wings, she flew toward home.
Han Qingqiu watched this unfold, then looked once more at Yang Tian and sighed, "I’ve already warned you, exhausted my goodwill. If you refuse to listen, so be it! If you survive later, I’ll consider giving you another chance."
Sighing, Han Qingqiu followed Jiang Lan in the direction of Fan Jiafei.
Yang Tian naturally concealed his power from the two women’s actions.
But he cared not at all. He simply pressed forward.
Suddenly, as the house door locked, it automatically swung open without anyone unlocking it, as though welcoming the arrival of Yang Tian, the general.
Clearly, the Fan Family was no longer the greatest family.
With the door’s opening, Yang Tian entered.
In an instant, from within the house’s rooms, several shadows flew out, their aura ten or even hundreds of times stronger than ordinary people.
Among them was the man who had previously chased Han Qingqiu into the hotel, clearly setting a trap to await him.
But it was not Han Clan men—rather, upon seeing that Yang Tian was the one who entered the house...
That man suddenly exclaimed with surprise, "It’s you?"
"Song Zhi, what? Do you know him?"
In the mansion’s front yard, other warriors of the Fan Family materialized. As Yang Tian entered, the man’s startled words drew questions from them one after another.
Song Zhi, who had been to the hotel earlier, nodded and said, "I encountered him while tracking someone at the hotel."
The cold-faced man beside Song Zhi sneered coldly upon hearing this. "I see. He must be with that girl!"
After hearing this, Song Zhi flew into a rage and glared at Yang Tian. "Someone was taking a bath, and the girl hid in the bathroom. Your little companion wouldn’t dare fool me!"
At this, Song Zhi’s veins bulged green on his forehead.
Meanwhile, the cold-faced man remained indifferent. "That’s right. He brought this upon himself with the brain of a pig. Slowly interrogate him."
The man waved his hand dismissively, treating Yang Tian as if he was unworthy of excessive attention.
Upon hearing the man’s words, Song Zhi chuckled and charged directly toward Yang Tian.
"Kid, tell me where the girl is. Perhaps I’ll just cripple your limbs and spare your life."
With that, Song Zhi launched a fierce kick toward Yang Tian’s knee. His intent was clear: first to cripple Yang Tian’s legs so he could not escape, then slowly torment him.
As for the others, they watched Yang Tian with smirks, waiting for him to scream in agony.
Not far away, Jiang Lan, who had just infiltrated the Fan Family’s courtyard, pressed down on Han Qingqiu’s shoulder and whispered.
Han Qingqiu struggled to rise.
But Jiang Lan’s strength was far superior, leaving Han Qingqiu unable to stand. She could only look at Jiang Lan and say, "Sister Shi, granted he’s a mere mortal, but he has treated me kindly. In such circumstances, I can’t just stand by!"
"And should he die, who else is to blame?" Jiang Lan did not loosen her grip.
Hearing this, Han Qingqiu inwardly accused Yang Tian of recklessly trespassing into the Fan Family’s domain. As for what Yang Tian had done, she barely considered it.
She only resolutely said, "Sister, I absolutely cannot watch him die."
With this declaration, Han Qingqiu suddenly seized the moment when Jiang Lan was unprepared and rushed out.
Seeing this, Jiang Lan grew anxious. She coldly eyed Yang Tian, muttering curses under her breath, before chasing after Han Qingqiu.
Just as Han Qingqiu and Jiang Lan were about to draw their swords, a massive hand casually extended from Yang Tian’s side directly toward Song Zhi’s oncoming assault.
In an instant, a whirlwind swept forth with brutal force and smacked into Song Zhi’s body. Without so much as a scream, Song Zhi was sent flying to the side, crashing into the mansion’s rock garden and disintegrating into pieces of flesh.
The sight before them left Han Qingqiu and Jiang Lan completely stunned. Their swords slipped from their hands and fell to the ground.
Yang Tian wasn’t an ordinary person, was he? How could he merely wave his hand and kill Song Zhi, whom they’d thought of as a terrifying adversary, so easily?
The death was simply too brutal!
Had they been wrong all along?
Especially Jiang Lan—her entire being trembled. Gone was her elegance and arrogance as she stared at Yang Tian with a shocked gaze.
The others, who moments ago had worn fierce expressions, now looked utterly dazed and speechless.
Even the man who had maintained a contemptuous, indifferent air suddenly lost his composure, staring at Yang Tian in fright.
After all, the once-dominant Song Zhi was now reduced to mere flesh.
The hand that barely touched Song Zhi had achieved such immense power purely through its emitted force.
Was this young man truly a king of nature?
"You... Who are you?"
The cold-faced man shuddered as he asked.
But Yang Tian paid him no attention, merely rising and walking step by step toward the distant hall.
Wherever he stepped, the warriors scrambled out of the way, terrified they might accidentally block his path and meet the same fate as Song Zhi.
For Han Qingqiu and Jiang Lan, it was no different.
The enormous commotion naturally roused the sleeping members of the Fan Family.
The Fan family’s elder lounged, while the young master Fan BenShu frowned with irritation as he gave the doorway his utmost impatience.
But when they laid eyes on the pale-faced young man with black hair slowly enter the hall, trembling deeply, even the martial artists they had invited seemed afraid to approach him closely.
"Yang... Yang... Yang Tian! How could this be?"
Fan BenShu screamed, his teeth clattering incessantly.