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Wooo~ wooo~ wooo...
High above the summit of Yun Lan Mountain, the skies were heavy and dark, as if even sunlight couldn't penetrate the gloom. Bitter winds howled endlessly through the air.
Even the mountain, now ablaze with roaring flames, failed to bring any warmth. Instead, a creeping chill spread across the land.
A suffocating, cold aura hung over everyone present—heavy, almost unbearable.
In the distance, the sea of tricolor flames surged violently like a tidal wave, crashing again and again.
At its very center stood a single figure, unmoved amidst the raging firestorm—a silhouette clad in jet-black armor, like a dark monolith.
Within the helmet, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly began to glow. Each crimson beam extended half a foot long, cutting through the smoke and flame as they swept slowly across Wei Yang, Yao Lao, and Xiao Yan.
Then, a voice rang out.
Low, hoarse, and filled with distortion—as if countless people were speaking in unison, growling right beside your ears:
"Ten years... a full ten years! I worked tirelessly, gathering those souls one by one—and now they're gone... all gone!"
The sound was bone-chilling.
Combined with the grotesque human faces etched all over the surface of his black armor, Protector Tie now looked like something that had clawed its way up from the pits of hell—a soul-devouring demon incarnate.
"To devour so many souls at once... there's no surviving it. But you... all of you! You forced me into this!"
"AARRGH! I'll make you pay for this!"
"RAAAH—!!"
Protector Tie suddenly clutched his head and began twisting violently in agony amidst the tricolor flames. His screams were high-pitched and shrill, filled with madness.
He looked completely unhinged—his mind slipping into chaos.
Clearly, this was the backlash from devouring too many souls at once.
Wei Yang and the others stood tensely, faces grim.
Protector Tie was now radiating a pressure none of them could ignore.
Even worse—his aura was still climbing. Rapidly.
He had already begun to surpass the peak of Dou Zong... and was pushing toward an entirely new realm.
Gulp...
All around, the sound of nervous swallowing rippled through the crowd.
Many people could feel their limbs going cold, their bodies growing limp and numb.
There was no doubt about it—Protector Tie's strength now was outrageous.So strong that it felt hopeless to fight him.
"Brother Wei... Teacher... I think we've got a problem here."
Xiao Yan's voice came through in a low, serious whisper.
"What do we do now?"
"He's way too strong. This fight... isn't going to be easy."
Yao Lao muttered thoughtfully, "Maybe we should fall back? Judging by his condition, he'll lose control eventually. Once he goes insane and turns into a mindless monster, he won't be as dangerous."
"No way."
Before Wei Yang could respond, Xiao Yan shook his head firmly.
"If he really loses his mind, who knows how many innocent people he'll kill—or how many souls he'll devour?"
The lives of Yun Lan Sect members didn't matter much to Xiao Yan.
But the Imperial Capital was just next to Yun Lan Mountain.
What if Protector Tie went rampaging straight toward the capital?
That kind of disaster would be unimaginable.
Not to mention... his Xiao Clan and the Mittel Clan were both still inside the city.
"Hmm..."
Yao Lao paused, conflicted.
If this really led to a catastrophe that engulfed the entire capital—or even the entire Jia Ma Empire—they would bear a massive responsibility.
"Rather than holding back later in the city—fighting with tied hands—it's better to go all-out right here and take him down while we still have a chance."
Xiao Yan's tone was heavy.
"I agree." Wei Yang nodded.
"Let's strike while his mind is still unstable. All three of us—together—we end him."
"Alright."
Both Yao Lao and Xiao Yan nodded in unison.
"Brat Wei, what about that move of yours—Ten Sun Destruction? Can you use it again?" Yao Lao asked.
Xiao Yan immediately turned his head, eyes filled with anticipation.
Another round of that technique, and even if Protector Tie didn't die, he'd be seriously crippled.
"Uh..."
Wei Yang hesitated. "If I absolutely have to, I can do it. But... it's gonna be bad afterward."
Using Ten Sun Destruction again wouldn't just drain his Dou Qi.
It would also severely deplete—or even overdraft—his soul power.
The consequences weren't small.
Best case? He'd be left in a state of extreme weakness for ten days to half a month.Worst case? He might pass out completely.
This wasn't paranoia.
Wei Yang simply hated feeling weak and vulnerable.
Something about losing all strength triggered deep resistance in his subconscious—an instinctive fear of helplessness.
"You really can't use it again?"
Yao Lao and Xiao Yan both looked regretful as they shook their heads.
Wei Yang waved his hand and said calmly, "Aside from Ten Sun Destruction, I've got other ways. Believe me, I can still take him down. It's just a chaotic soul puppet now."
As he spoke, he took the lead, dispersing the black sea of fire around them.
"You two, put away your Heavenly Flames for now. When the time comes, just coordinate with me."
"Got it."
Yao Lao and Xiao Yan nodded and withdrew their own flames as well.
With the dispersal of the tricolor fire sea, the maddened, howling Protector Tie also gradually calmed down. He seemed to regain a shred of sanity.
His crimson eyes lifted and locked directly on Wei Yang, muttering darkly under his breath:
"Kill... I'll kill you all..."
Meanwhile, the terrifying spike in his aura had begun to slow, finally reaching its limit.
Judging by his current strength, he had barely crossed the threshold of peak Dou Zong—it wouldn't be wrong to call him a Quasi-Dou Zun now.
"Quasi-Dou Zun?"
Wei Yang snorted coldly, then swept his left arm through the air.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
Nine tiny flame dragons shot out, expanding in midair until they became massive and coiling through the sky. In moments, they encircled Protector Tie from all sides, forming a burning barrier.
The nine dragons locked eyes on their target.
Each massive dragon head opened wide—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Nine beams of jet-black fire burst forth at once, roaring toward Protector Tie like volcanic blasts.
"RAAAAH—!"
Sensing mortal danger, Protector Tie's mind snapped fully back to clarity.
With a deafening, distorted roar, he raised his armored fist and smashed it straight forward.
The black fist and the nine flame pillars collided—brutal and without flourish.
BOOOOOOM—!!
A monstrous explosion ripped through the air.
The very void shattered.
Violent energy shockwaves burst out in every direction, distorting space like ripples across water.
As they reached the perimeter of the Nine-Dragon Formation, the shockwaves were abruptly halted.
Like crashing into an invisible wall, the waves reversed and bounced back—colliding with fresh waves coming from the center.
The air inside the dragon formation boiled into total chaos.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The sky fractured like glass. Jagged black cracks spread out across the air, like a spiderweb made of darkness.
Yao Lao flipped his hand and pulled out a jade bottle. He popped the lid, pain flashing across his face for a split second before tipping it into his mouth.
Then, in a blink, he leapt onto the head of one of the fire dragons and slammed his palm down.
"Nether Hell Palm!"
A massive pale-white palm print—dozens of meters across—appeared in the air and slammed down toward Protector Tie.
"RAAH—Yao Chen!"
Protector Tie roared in fury and threw another fist upward to meet it.
BOOM!
Another blast rocked the heavens.
"Everyone fall back now!"
Xiao Yan shoved a handful of pills into his mouth and yelled down at the plaza below.
"Get as far away as possible!"
He shouted at Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong, and the others watching the battle.
Then, with a flicker of his back, he leapt onto another dragon's head. Raising the massive Heavy Xuan Ruler over his head—he brought it down like thunder.
Flame Splitting Tsunami!
A massive beam of emerald energy, dozens of meters wide, slashed toward Protector Tie like an executioner's blade.
"Die! Die! DIE!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Wave after wave of devastating energy tore through the sky.
The space itself broke—then healed—then broke again, in a ceaseless cycle.
The nine flame dragons surged around Protector Tie, attacking relentlessly.
Yao Lao, Xiao Yan, and the formation worked in perfect sync, hammering him without rest.
Wei Yang stood atop one of the dragons as well, Dou Qi surging within him.
He held the Nine-Dragon Formation steady—its sole purpose now to contain the energy shockwaves and, more importantly, trap Protector Tie.
Their tactic was clear:
Let the formation hold him in place.
Let Yao Lao and Xiao Yan wear him down.
Burn through his power, little by little.
After a long moment...
Wei Yang finally extended his right hand, which had remained hidden within his sleeve until now.
Resting in his palm was a tiny black sun, about the size of a fist—already formed, but still frantically compressing terrifying energy.
"Senior... Xiao Yan... fall back!"
Wei Yang shouted sharply.
The moment they moved, he pushed his palm forward—
Reduced Version: Solar Annihilation Palm!
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