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The depths of Fallen God Stream, which had only just regained a shred of calm, once again seemed like doomsday had arrived with the explosion of the Black Sun.
Aside from the central blast itself—
Endless black radiance slowly bloomed outward. It was as if countless slender needles of light were stabbing through everything.
Within several miles in every direction, everything was enveloped by that black radiance.
In an instant, the void, the poisonous clouds, the very earth, were all riddled with holes by the piercing light.
In the distance.
Seeing this scene, Bing He's eyes grew slightly bloodshot as he roared, "Bastard!"
Countless black snowflakes swirled around him, blocking the corrosive black radiance. Immediately, his figure shot forward, intending to charge against the flow of that radiance toward the battlefield.
However.
Wooo~ Wooo~
That irritating, soul-vexing sound like ghostly wails rose once more.
The black gale howled forth.
"Get out of my way!" Bing He roared furiously, madly channeling the Dou Qi within his body as he unleashed Frozen Sky Palm at full force.
"Heh heh, your opponent is me. Where do you think you're running?" Ah Da gave a strange laugh, "Junior, do you think you've recovered already?"
Boom!
When the black radiance finally dissipated—
In Bing He's furious gaze—amid the still raging aftershocks and surging black flames, a black-clad figure slowly stepped out.
It was Wei Yang.
In his hand, he dragged a thin, charred figure.
Looking closer—who else could it be but Tian Shuang Zi?
At this moment, Tian Shuang Zi's aura was incomparably weak, his robes in tatters, flesh torn and charred, hair and beard completely gone. He looked no different from a shriveled piece of blackened charcoal.
Behind Wei Yang, another towering figure followed step by step, equally miserable.
Du Jiao.
Now, Du Jiao's aura was likewise extremely weak, his entire body scorched black, and almost all of his scales gone.
Still, his condition was clearly much better than Tian Shuang Zi's.
His tough physique was one reason. More importantly, he hadn't been the primary target of the attack. When the explosion came, Tian Shuang Zi had served as a human shield in front of him, taking the brunt of it.
Thus, while Du Jiao was still badly battered by the aftermath, his thick skin and powerful body allowed him to barely withstand it, though his vitality was heavily damaged.
But Tian Shuang Zi was truly tragic—his body nearly destroyed, riddled with wounds. Even if he took a Life Returning Pill immediately, he would survive at best with permanent injuries, forever losing the possibility of advancing further.
Wei Yang held his neck like one might hold a small chick, sweeping his gaze across the battlefield. Then he opened his mouth and drew in a deep breath.
Suck~
At once, the scattered black flames across the sky streamed back toward him, swallowed into his abdomen.
The raging aftershocks of energy gradually subsided.
"Wei Yang, you tricked me!" Bing He roared.
"Tricked you?" The corner of Wei Yang's mouth curled with mockery as he said flatly, "Didn't I already tell you? Leave, and bygones will be bygones. Stay, and it's endless death. The choice was yours."
"Good, good, very good!" Bing He's expression grew as dark as ice, "Then let me see, what exactly do you mean by endless death!"
He wasn't worried about his own safety—he had confidence. If he truly wanted to leave, none present could stop him.
Now that the masks were off, he had no more scruples.
"What do I mean?" Wei Yang's grip on Tian Shuang Zi's throat twisted suddenly, "For example, like this."
Crack~
With the sharp sound of bones snapping, the frail Tian Shuang Zi—barely clinging to life—had his pupils bulge outward. His head then slumped lifelessly, his aura of life completely extinguished.
"Excellent." Bing He's eyes turned icy cold, staring daggers at Wei Yang as if to engrave his image in his heart.
"Tch." Wei Yang clicked his tongue lightly, then placed a palm on Tian Shuang Zi's corpse's head and pulled.
A faint, unconscious soul body was ripped out.
With a flip of his hand, he took out a jade bottle, stuffed the soul inside, sealed it with a few imprints, and put it away. Then, with a casual toss, he threw the corpse behind him for Du Jiao to deal with.
Seeing Wei Yang actually extract Tian Shuangzi's soul right in front of him and seal it, Bing He's eyes instantly turned cold.
At this moment, Wei Yang's gaze also turned toward Bing He, his tone faint as he said, "Now, it's your turn."
He stepped through the air, faintly forming a pincer movement together with A Da.
"Heh." Bing He laughed when he saw this, not caring at all, "If this Venerable wishes to leave, who could possibly stop me?"
"Is that so?" A cold, clear voice slowly rang out.
Bing He's expression shifted slightly. He quickly turned his head toward the direction of the voice, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
Buzz~
A dense, formless spatial power spread outward, making it seem as if this entire space was about to solidify.
A white, ethereal figure quietly appeared without anyone noticing. The woman was dressed in pure white robes, her presence exuding an aura of detached coldness, like something otherworldly.
Her snow-white hair flowed down to her slender hips, drifting with the breeze, ethereal and mesmerizing.
Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her figure elegant and graceful, her slender waist so delicate it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand, her curves moving and enchanting.
Her aura was profound and unfathomable, like a deep, endless pool.
She hovered in the air, truly like a celestial fairy descending from the Ninth Heaven.
Bing He's pupils shrank.
"Xian'er, you succeeded?"
Seeing her appear, Wei Yang's face revealed a gentle smile, surprise flickering in his voice as he asked.
Xian'er slightly tilted her head, her beautiful eyes landing on Wei Yang. On her delicate face bloomed a radiant smile. She gently nodded, her soft voice flowing out, "Mm, Brother Yang, I succeeded!"
"Hahaha, good, good, good!" Wei Yang threw back his head and laughed, repeating the word "good" three times.
Even though he knew beforehand there wouldn't be any accidents, hearing Xian'er's words at this moment still made him unable to suppress the excitement and joy in his heart.
At the same time, it felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his chest, and a wave of relief washed over him.
The hidden danger of the Woeful Poison Body, it was finally and completely resolved!
"Xian'er, congratulations." Wei Yang smiled lightly as he spoke.
Xian'er also smiled and nodded.
Her current feeling could only be described as wonderful, unprecedentedly so.
That Woeful Poison Body that had haunted her since childhood like a nightmare—at the moment the poison core condensed within her body, it was thoroughly under her control.
From now on, she no longer had to worry about losing control one day.
The Woeful Poison Body was no longer a double-edged sword that harmed both others and herself, but a weapon she could perfectly command.
"Who are you?" Bing He stared intently at Xian'er, his face serious.
In his heart, vague suspicions arose, yet he dared not pursue the thought further.
From this woman, he actually felt a strange sense of pressure!
Yes, pressure!This pressure was even greater than the feeling he got from Nine Nether Wind Flame.
It was a strange and natural sensation. From the very first glance, Bing He felt a dangerous aura coming from this woman. Judging from her cultivation level, she wasn't stronger than him.
But that sense of danger was so inexplicable, yet so real.
Upon hearing his words, Xian'er shifted her gaze. The softness in her eyes gradually turned cold as she said, "Me? Didn't you come here, making such a ruckus, just to seek me? I am the Woeful Poison Body you've been searching for."
Once again facing the people of Ice River Valley, and this time even its valley master himself, Xian'er's heart was incomparably calm, without the slightest ripple.
This was the confidence brought by her own strength.
"You!" Bing He's face was filled with shock.
He glanced to the distance—at some point, the poison cloud vortex that had connected heaven and earth had already quietly dispersed.
"You… how can this be!?" Bing He's mouth opened, disbelief etched on his face.
The Woeful Poison Body had devoured so much poison cloud, and yet… she hadn't lost control?
How could this be?Throughout the history of the Dou Qi Continent, in all recorded accounts of the Woeful Poison Body, there had never been such a case!
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