At this moment, Yang Jian's fighting spirit rose.
On the other hand, Huang Tianhua was somewhat hesitant.
Heavenly Court's Immortal Venerable might be a high and mighty existence in the eyes of ordinary people, but that depended on who he was in front of.
A strong sense of danger surged up, making Huang Tianhua even more afraid to make a move.
Everyone was watching.
Now, it was no longer Yang Jian's choice. It was Huang Tianhua's choice and the Heavenly Court's choice.
Without Haotian and Yaoji's help, no one in the Heavenly Court could suppress Yang Jian.
Even if they continued to send people down to the lower realm, they would only be sending experience points to Yang Jian.
This was the most embarrassing part of Heavenly Court.
Back then, Haotian and Yaoji had been pushed to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor and Empress by the Ancestor of Dao. However, they had no connections and were disliked by several Sages. As a result, they had been in the Heavenly Court for hundreds of thousands of years without recruiting any useful subordinates.
Then, Yaoji held the Peaches Banquet, and the Wu Tribe's Great Sorcerer Xing Tian and the others caused a ruckus in the Heavenly Court. Then, the Golden Immortals of the Clan of Enlightenment overturned the table at the Peaches Banquet, and Yaoji of Haotian ran to the Zixiao Palace to complain. That was how the Apotheosis Tribulation happened.
Even though the Apotheosis Tribulation was over and more than 300 righteous gods entered the Heavenly Court, which seemed to be growing rapidly, the number of people Haotian Yaoji could mobilize did not increase much.
On the surface, Haotian was the master of heaven and earth, the ruler of the three worlds, and the God of Haotian of the Heavenly Court. However, in reality, he was more like a puppet.
The disciples of the Tribe of Severity had been slacking off, while the disciples of the Tribe of Enlightenment occupied the important positions in the Heavenly Court. Not only did they not listen to Haotian's orders, but they also took a lot of power from the Heavenly Court and formed their own system.
This time, Haotian and several Celestial Emperors of the School of Enlightenment reached a consensus to use Yang Jian to establish their power. Nezha, Huang Tian, and Lei Zhenzi came to the lower realm one after another. However, as these people were defeated, the situation became awkward.
It was equivalent to saying that Yang Jian's outburst had forced Heavenly Court into an awkward situation, making them unable to advance or retreat.
"Senior Brother, it's better to leave a line in the sand. You and I are fellow disciples of the same sect, and you are blood related to the Jade Emperor.”Huang Tianhua put away the spiritual treasure and looked at Yang Jian.
In the end, Huang Tianhua gave in.
After all, he was a person who had come from the mortal world, so he was naturally more quick-witted than many ascetic cultivators. Seeing that Lei Zhenzi could not even survive a single move from Yang Jian, he knew that even if he attacked, he would probably end up like Lei Zhenzi, or even worse.
Now that he was a respected Celestial Prime, if he was humiliated by Yang Jian today, people would definitely make fun of him in the future.
Therefore, he still felt that harmony was the most important.
Hearing Huang Tianhua's words, Yang Jian could not help but laugh.
As expected of someone from Chan School, his skin was really thick.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to seize it. It's too late to make peace now.”At this moment, Yang Jian's smile disappeared.
Before he finished speaking, he disappeared from his spot again.
Huang Tianhua's expression changed drastically. He took out the spiritual treasure floating above his head and formed a solid defensive barrier around his body.
Buzz.
The air vibrated.
When the three-pointed double-edged saber appeared again, it stabbed into the defensive barrier.
The entire defensive barrier trembled violently.
Bang!
In just a moment, the sturdy defensive barrier shattered.
The violent energy tore through the shield.
Yang Jian appeared in front of Huang Tianhua with a sky full of brilliance.
The hand reached out and pointed at Huang Tianhua's forehead.
"Brat, you dare." At this moment, an angry voice sounded in the world.
As he spoke, a green light tore through the air.
As the green light fell, a powerful immortal energy hit Yang Jian's back.
If Yang Jian continued to attack Huang Tianhua, he would not be able to dodge the powerful attack from behind.
Surround Wei and save Zhao.
The immortal energy was very strong and had already surpassed an ordinary middle-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
Even though Yang Jian was also a middle-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, if he was hit in the back by this attack, he would be severely injured even if he did not die.
Everyone was certain that Yang Jian would give up on Huang Tianhua.
However, no one expected Yang Jian to not dodge at all. He still pointed his finger at Huang Tianhua's forehead.
Buzz.
An even more intense energy fluctuation enveloped the area.
Brutal energy poured into Huang Tianhua's head through Yang Jian's fingers, blowing the entire head into pieces.
Huang Tianhua stood in the sky and gradually lost his immortal light.
Immortal flowers fell, and heaven and earth dimmed. There was a faint cry of the common people.
The death of an Immortal Venerable caused the Three Realms to wail.
At this moment, in the Wilderness, the mighty figures who were watching silently shook their heads.
At the same time, the powerful immortal light smashed into Yang Jian's back.
It was a spirit treasure with a resplendent immortal light. Judging from the power that erupted from it, it was clearly not an ordinary Postnatal spirit treasure.
Under this attack, Yang Jian's body seemed to have been struck by lightning as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The dust settled.
Yang Jian slowly turned around and looked at the figure not far behind him with his cold eyes.
The air froze momentarily.
Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Yang Jian in disbelief.
In their opinion, even if Yang Jian was already a mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he would be severely injured if he did not die from that terrifying attack.
But now, after taking that blow, Yang Jian only spat out a mouthful of blood. The aura around him was still strong, even stronger than before.
His body was so strong that it made many people's hearts turn cold.
Yang Jian's gaze locked onto that figure. In his memories, this figure was very familiar.
He was one of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chan School, Perfected Lord Dao De of Qingfeng Mountain's Purple Sun Cave, and also Huang Tianhua's master.
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