Permanent Martial Arts

At the back of the mountain, Yan Jun was working hard to condense the Daeva's true form. However, he had just broken through in the four Progenitor's bloodlines, and could not condense the Daeva's true form in a short period of time.

At this moment, some Daevas had already arrived at the back mountain.

They naturally recognized Yan Jun at a glance.

"It's Yan Jun. How can it be Yan Jun?"

"Back then, the Elders decided to leave Yan Jun to fend for himself, and forbade anyone to impart Yan Jun cultivation techniques. What's going on now? Yan Jun has actually become a Daeva?"

"Something's wrong. It's impossible for Yan Jun to become a Daeva through cultivating himself, even if he obtained a cultivation technique. After all, that requires a huge amount of resources."

"Yan Jun isn't just cultivating the Yan clan's bloodline, but the bloodlines of four Progenitors! It's incredible. He actually cultivated four Progenitor's bloodlines, but all four Progenitor's bloodlines have broken through to the level of Daevas. How massive must the amount of resources required be?"

"Yan Jun is ultimately a taboo in the ancestral land. The Elders probably won't let it go so easily."

Just as these people were discussing, two figures flew over from afar and descended directly to the back peak.

"Yan Jun! It's really you, you little bastard. You cultivated in secret. Do you want to take revenge on the Yan clan?"

As soon as Yan Ting revealed himself, he immediately berated loudly. His rumbling voice echoed in the back mountain like thunder. Even Yan Jun, who was immersed in condensing the Daeva's true form, frowned. He had had no choice but to pause in condensing the Daeva's true form.

He knew that Yan Ting was deliberately delaying him from condensing the Daeva's true form.

"Yan Ting! Your son humiliated me without restraint. I only taught him a little lesson, and you sent Yan San to capture me. Heh, do you really think you can control everything in the ancestral land of the Yan clan?" Yan Jun did not give in and sneered.

A cold glint flashed across Yan Ting's eyes. He said coldly, "Yan Jun, your status is low. The Elders have already shown you mercy by allowing you to continue living in the ancestral land. However, instead of repaying them, you cultivated in secret, and even injured a disciple of the Yan clan. You harbored malicious intent, and your crime is unforgivable! Today, I will personally capture you and hand you over to the Elders to deal with!"

Yan Ting did not give Yan Jun a chance to refute at all and attacked directly.

Actually, Yan Ting could tell at a glance that Yan Jun was at a critical moment. He could not let Yan Jun continue. How talented was someone who could cultivate four Progenitor's bloodlines to the Daeva level?

Even if he had a large amount of resources, he had cultivated to become a Daeva in just a few months. This speed was too fast. Even Yan Ting was terrified.

Hence, he had no choice but to attack, and he used a killing move immediately.

He had never thought of really capturing Yan Ting. Instead, he was going to take this opportunity to kill Yan Jun directly and eliminate him completely, leaving no hidden danger.

Even if he would be punished by the Elders for this, so what? He was a dignified Titled Daeva, and his father was even one of the Elders. How severe could the Elders' punishment be over a dead little bastard? He could completely afford it!

At this moment, Yan Ting made up his mind.

Actually, many Daevas saw through Yan Ting's intention, but no one had any intention of stopping him. This was because Yan Jun's identity was very awkward, and he was even disliked by many Yan clansmen.

The only reason he survived was that the Elders of the Yan clan still had some pride. However, what was the point of surviving like this? He was not allowed to cultivate, and they were waiting for Yan Jun to die naturally. Who would have thought that something would suddenly change now?

Hence, no one would object to Yan Ting killing Yan Jun. At least, no one would stop Yan Ting.

Rumble.

Yan Ting was a Titled Daeva, and a peak Titled Daeva at that. He went all out the moment he attacked, absolutely not giving Yan Jun a chance to catch his breath. In particular, Yan Ting guessed that there must be a powerful Daeva behind Yan Jun. Not even a Titled Daeva, but a Supreme Daeva.

If that Supreme Daeva wanted to protect Yan Jun, it would be troublesome.

He might as well take this opportunity to kill Yan Jun as quickly as possible now, and make it something already done. Even if the Supreme Daeva really existed, it would be useless.

"Yan Ting, you want to kill me, but I'm no longer the same person as before!"

Yan Jun naturally sensed Yan Ting's killing intent. At this moment, he would not place his hopes on anyone. He could only rely on himself.

Boom.

Although only a portion of the Daeva's true form was condensed, the Daeva's true form condensed from four Progenitors' bloodlines was still rather formidable. The four phantoms gradually fused and overlapped, forming one phantom.

Moreover, as soon as this phantom appeared, a transcendent aura seemed to surround Yan Jun. Even those Titled Daevas seemed to be vaguely suppressed.

"Terrifying. Is this the Daeva's true form condensed from the four Progenitor's bloodlines?"

"It can actually suppress our Daeva's true forms. Is this still an ordinary Daeva?"

"Terrifying, truly terrifying. If Yan Jun is allowed to grow, he will probably become an anomaly."

"Isn't it a shame to kill such an anomaly just like that? He's ultimately a descendant of our Yan clan's bloodline."

The Daeva's true form condensed from the fusion of four Progenitor's bloodlines was simply incredible. Seeing that Yan Jun actually had such potential, some Daevas already had faint thoughts of appreciation for his talent.

This was also why Yan Ting insisted on killing Yan Jun.

Some ordinary Daevas might appreciate talent, but would some peak Titled Daevas appreciate talent? In fact, would the Elders who made the decision back then appreciate talent?

As long as one Elder thought of appreciating his talent, it would be almost impossible to kill Yan Jun again. Yan Ting's speed was indeed fast, and he was nothing if not vicious. This time, he was going all out to kill Yan Jun.

Bang.

Yan Ting's attack landed on Yan Jun.

Yan Jun's entire body suffered a heavy blow. Even though he had four types of Progenitor's bloodlines, and had even condensed the Daeva's true form, he ultimately had not completely condensed it. Moreover, even if he had completely condensed it, Yan Ting was a peak entity among Titled Daevas, and could still firmly suppress Yan Jun.

Hence, this strike severely injured Yan Jun, causing a portion of the Daeva's true form that Yan Jun had just condensed to collapse instantly.

At the same time, with a sinister expression, Yan Ting continued to blast towards Yan Jun with terrifying power, intending to eliminate him.

"Yan Jun, you little bastard. Back when your father betrayed the Yan clan, the Elders should have executed you! Unfortunately, the Elders couldn't put their pride aside. Heh, but today, you actually dare to cultivate. You're courting death! I'm not afraid to tell you that I was the one who captured your father back then, and he was eventually executed by the Elders. Haha, your mother also committed suicide. Now, I'll send you to reunite with your parents."

Victory was already in Yan Ting's grasp. In the next moment, he would crush Yan Jun into dust.

Yan Jun clenched his fists tightly. His expression twisted as he roared in a low voice. He had learned the truth. It turned out that Yan Ting was the culprit behind his parents' deaths.

Unfortunately, he could no longer avenge his parents.

"Who dares to hurt my disciple?"

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in the back mountain. At the same time, a vast and boundless aura surged and erupted instantly. Just the aura made everyone feel as if they were about to suffocate.

Yan Ting's fatal strike was right in front of Yan Jun, inches away, but it stopped dead under the eruption of this aura. Even though he unleashed his power in a frenzy and used all his strength, he could not advance another inch.