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"Jie jie jie… I'm finding you more and more interesting, Wei Yang."
The newly arrived Protector let out a sinister laugh as he spoke.
As he opened his mouth, Protector Tie subtly stepped back, his position now slightly behind the newcomer. His demeanor shifted to one of evident respect.
This scene made Wei Yang's eyes narrow slightly.
He quietly focused, sensing the other's presence. After a moment, he frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Judging by that faint aura... without a doubt, he's a high-level Dou Zong."
Two mid-level Dou Zongs and now a high-level one?
Tch…
"What should I call you?" Wei Yang asked calmly.
"Hmm... you can call me Protector Mo."
"Protector Mo?" Wei Yang nodded, then turned his gaze toward the center of the nine flame dragons' breath, where Protector Wu was still being roasted alive.
Protector Mo and Protector Tie followed his gaze, and even their faces twitched involuntarily.
"Still not going to help him? Any later and he's going to be completely charred," Wei Yang said, raising his chin in that direction.
Protector Tie remained silent.
Protector Mo glanced at the sea of fire ahead, then at the nine massive flame dragons.
The sea of fire? He was confident he could get through it. But to rescue Protector Wu, he'd have to enter the formation controlled by those nine flame dragons. That would require putting himself at significant risk...
A moment later, Protector Mo shook his head and said flatly, "Your flame is incredibly powerful. Even I don't have full confidence I could enter unscathed… so let him die. Just a useless piece of trash anyway."
"Uh…" Wei Yang blinked, surprised, a trace of amusement appearing on his face.
Below, many of those secretly watching this exchange were stunned as well.
He just… gave up?
He was a Dou Zong, after all.
And yet, they were just letting him die?
Looking at Protector Mo's indifference, and Protector Tie's lack of objection, a chill ran down many spines.
This force called Hall of Souls... really was so cold and detached it was terrifying.
"Ahhh! Lord Mo! Protector Tie! Save me! Please, save me!"
From the center of the fiery inferno, Protector Wu's screams rang out, filled with both despair and desperate hope.
But no matter how he screamed or begged, Protector Mo didn't so much as twitch.
He just stared quietly, not the slightest intention of making a move.
Protector Wu's cries grew weaker and weaker... until eventually, they faded into nothing.
Everyone fell silent.
A mid-level Dou Zong… just died like that, under the eyes of everyone.
It suddenly made the title Dou Zong feel... not worth all that much.
A long while later...
High in the sky, aside from the howling of the black flames, no other sound remained.
Protector Wu's fate was sealed.
He met a hopeless, almost anticlimactic end.
A boss character from the early-middle chapters of Battle Through the Heavens... and this was how he went out?
"Heh… as expected of Hall of Souls. Merciless to enemies—and just as cruel to their own people." Wei Yang shook his head and sighed. "Truly fits their reputation."
"Jie jie... Cold-blooded decisiveness is how you survive," Protector Mo replied with a grim smile. "If someone can't even protect themselves, they won't live long."
Then he looked at Wei Yang and sneered, "But you, Wei Yang... Are you planning to just stay in there and not come out? If that's the case, then for the time being, there's not much I can do to you. But, at this rate of consumption... I doubt you'll last much longer, hmm?"
"Consumption?" Wei Yang raised an eyebrow and pressed his lips together. But in the end, he didn't respond.
He really wanted to say: You think this is me exhausted?
This is nothing.
You really think a Heaven Grade cultivation technique is just for show?
With this level of expenditure, Wei Yang was confident he could hold on for another three to four hours without issue.
He slowly raised his hand, and the nine flame dragons immediately ceased their breath attacks. Their massive bodies coiled and swam through the air, surrounding Wei Yang protectively.
At the location where the nine breaths had converged earlier, the space riddled with cracks began slowly healing.
And within that space—a faint, nearly dissipated soul body remained, wrapped in a translucent layer of black flame.
Inside the black flame barrier, the extremely weakened soul body, now nearly transparent, had already fallen into an unconscious slumber.
Wei Yang beckoned with his hand, and the black flame barrier floated over in front of him.
He reached into the flames and pulled out the wispy, translucent soul.
From the faint outline of its features, one could just barely recognize the cold and sinister face of a middle-aged man.
Wei Yang flipped his hand and produced a jade bottle, then stuffed the soul body inside. He followed with several swift and intricate sealing incantations before casually storing it away with practiced ease.
The entire process was so smooth and fluid—it was like flowing water, one motion leading effortlessly into the next.
This scene caused Protector Mo and Protector Tie to visibly flinch again.
That kind of practiced proficiency… Just how many soul bodies had this man harvested and sealed to become so terrifyingly familiar with it?
Down below, Xiao Yan, who was currently locked in fierce combat with Yun Shan, saw this and his eyes lit up.
His heart swelled with deep gratitude.
He understood perfectly—Wei Yang had intentionally spared Protector Wu, not to show mercy, but to leave him for Xiao Yan to deal with.
After all, Protector Wu had been the one who captured his father, and was the true mastermind behind the destruction of the Xiao Clan.
If he had died so easily... that would've been far too merciful.
Thinking this, Xiao Yan's desire to end Yun Shan became even more urgent. He started pouring his Dou Qi out like a flood, as if it cost him nothing.
As a result, his attacks became increasingly ferocious, forcing Yun Shan to retreat again and again, his expression growing darker with frustration.
This pushback sent Yun Shan over the edge.
Today, being defeated by Wei Yang was one thing—but now even Xiao Yan was overpowering him?
"ROAR—!"
Yun Shan could no longer endure the humiliation. With a furious bellow, he went berserk and charged straight at Xiao Yan.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In a flash, they clashed again and again, exchanging over a dozen rounds in the blink of an eye.
Fist against palm, strike after strike—each blow fierce and full of killing intent.
A single mistake from either side would result in serious injury.
But in this intense, violent melee—it was clear that Xiao Yan held a slight advantage.
Yun Shan was only barely managing to keep up.
All thanks to Yao Lao's continuous flow of power, supporting him from within.
BANG!
Their fists collided once more with tremendous force, and the resulting shockwave of turbulent Dou Qi sent both fighters flying back violently.
Each of them let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood trickled down from the corners of their mouths.
"Huff… huff… huff…"
Neither immediately resumed the fight. Instead, they paused simultaneously, gasping for breath, eyes locked on each other like wild beasts.
Yun Shan managed to stabilize his chaotic energy after a few deep breaths.
He gave a cold laugh, casually smoothing back his disheveled hair before sneering, "Borrowing strength that doesn't belong to you… not a pleasant feeling, is it? At this point, I'm sure your meridians are nearing their limit."
"Hmph. How many more of those crazed attacks can you pull off? One more… and even if you don't die today, you'll probably be a cripple for life."
"I told you… before a Dou Zong, all tricks are useless."
Xiao Yan's face was grim, his eyes bloodshot, as pain surged through his limbs with each heartbeat.
"Maybe... but killing you—that much is still possible," he growled through clenched teeth, refusing to back down.
"Xiao Yan, you can't keep going like this!"
Yao Lao's voice rang out gently in Xiao Yan's mind. "Your body won't hold much longer. If you keep forcing it, your meridians will collapse completely."
"But Master… if I don't kill this old bastard with my own hands, I'll never be able to let it go!" Xiao Yan replied, voice full of bitterness. "I can take it... just one more time!"
"Foolish child... you're far too stubborn," Yao Lao sighed. "You'd trade your entire future just to kill Yun Shan?"
After a pause, he added thoughtfully, "Fine then. Since we've already been exposed, there's no need to keep hiding. Let's face this openly. Listen carefully, Xiao Yan—here's what we'll do…"
Xiao Yan focused intently on Yao Lao's instructions, then finally gave a firm nod.
A moment later, he looked toward Yun Shan... and grinned coldly.
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