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The black sun soared into the sky, expanding violently against the storm, radiating boundless and blazing might!
An endless burst of piercing black light erupted, so intense that it drowned the entire world in darkness, leaving nothing but the overwhelming black radiance.
Bing He couldn't help but shut his eyes.
He was well aware of the terrifying power behind this move.
His expression turned incomparably solemn. At this moment, he knew that any hesitation, any stray thought, was meaningless. There was no retreat, no escape — he could only face it head-on with everything he had.
"No matter how strong you are, you're still just a Four-Star Dou Zong. Could you really defy the heavens?"
That thought flashed across his mind, and Bing He gritted his teeth hard. The black snowflake mark between his brows suddenly flared with a strange, eerie light. In the next instant, the black icy aura within his body erupted violently, surging out without the slightest reservation.
And then—
The attacks of the two finally collided head-on!
In that instant, it was as if the entire world fell silent. A massive energy mushroom cloud rose silently into the sky.
Space… began to collapse.
Then—
The deafening explosion arrived belatedly, rumbling across the heavens and the earth. A terrifying energy storm swept outward from the center of the blast, tearing everything apart in its path.
Countless pitch-black spatial cracks spread wildly, looking like jagged bolts of black lightning ripping through the void.
The destructive shockwave expanded violently, forming a tempest that swept across heaven and earth, annihilating everything it touched.
Immediately after, a raging tide of black flames surged forth, crashing down like waves upon the shore.
The power of destruction engulfed this entire domain.
Pfft!
Amidst the violent energy storm, two figures — one black, one white — were blasted backward, retreating rapidly from the epicenter.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each time their feet stepped upon the void during retreat, it left deep, pitch-black imprints behind, warping the space beneath them.
"Hmph!" Wei Yang grunted heavily, his face flushing red for an instant before rapidly turning pale.
He could feel the nearly exhausted state of his Dou Qi — his body felt empty, drained. A wave of weakness surged through his limbs, threatening to consume him.
Raising his head, he looked forward — toward Bing He, who was also retreating violently within the raging tide of fire.
Bing He's face was pale and tinged with green; his breathing was chaotic, and several parts of his snow-white robe had been torn apart.
He, too, raised his head, staring at Wei Yang with disbelief flashing in his eyes.
This clash… actually ended in a draw?
Impossible!
He was a Peak Four-Star Dou Zun!
Had the world gone mad?
Even after unleashing his full power, how could he end up evenly matched against a mere Four-Star Dou Zong?
No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, the truth — and the almost-depleted state of his Dou Qi — made it painfully clear: despite his frenzied, all-out assault, he had failed to break through Wei Yang's defenses.
Worse still… he had been forced back.
What a ridiculous, humiliating outcome.
"It's over." A bitter smile curved at the corner of Bing He's lips.
At this moment, two figures were rapidly approaching from behind him, their overwhelming auras crashing down like tidal waves, and their ferocious attacks surged forward like a raging storm.
Turning sharply, Bing He forcefully gathered what little Dou Qi he had left, enduring the searing pain of his twisted and torn meridians. His palms slammed forward.
Boom!
An explosion of energy burst forth!
Pfft!
In an instant, Bing He spewed out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His body was flung away like a broken sack, powerless to resist.
Crash!
He plummeted diagonally, smashing brutally into the ground below, creating a massive crater upon impact.
Shards of rock scattered, and thick clouds of dust billowed into the air.
"Brother Yang, are you alright?!"
In a flash, Xian'er appeared beside Wei Yang, her figure accompanied by a faint fragrance. She gently supported his staggering body, worry etched across her delicate features as she looked at his pale face.
Wei Yang forced himself to endure the dizziness, shaking his head silently. With a flip of his hand, he pulled out a jade bottle, crushed it directly, and shoved all the pills into his mouth.
Feeling the faint stinging pain coursing through his meridians, he immediately sat cross-legged in midair, closed his eyes, and carefully circulated his cultivation technique, slowly refining the medicinal power.
At the same time, the boundless black flames raging across the skies began to reverse, streaming back into his body one after another.
Xian'er stood quietly to the side, her face full of heartache as she guarded him in silence.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Qing Lin and Du Jiao soon arrived as well, each full of vigilance as they stood nearby to protect him.
Ah Da, however, flashed away, chasing in the direction where Bing He had fallen.
After paying such a heavy price, he absolutely couldn't allow Bing He to escape in the end.
Otherwise, Ah Da truly wouldn't know how to explain himself later — killing himself might be the easier option.
Ah Da's figure shot down into the churning cloud of dust below. With a sweep of his sleeve, a burst of black wind surged out, scattering the smoke instantly.
His sharp gaze swept over the scene.
At the bottom of the massive crater, Bing He lay collapsed on the ground, his entire body limp and powerless, both arms grotesquely twisted.
Judging from his pathetic, slack appearance, it was clear that it wasn't just his arms — the bones throughout his body must have been shattered in countless places.
Seeing this, Ah Da finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Good. No unexpected accidents.
At this moment, Bing He was already on his last breath, exhaling more than he inhaled, clearly teetering on the edge of death.
Ah Da's figure flickered as he appeared at the edge of the crater, his gaze cold and sinister as he looked down upon him.
"Cough… cough…" As if sensing his arrival, Bing He struggled to open his eyelids, locking his fading gaze on Ah Da. His lips trembled a few times before he finally forced out a hoarse, agonized whisper: "I… I am… unwilling…"
Gurgle…
Blood gushed endlessly from his mouth.
"Unwilling? You even dared to lay your filthy hands on my mistress's affairs? If you don't die, who should?" Ah Da's voice was icy cold, like a death knell.
"Mistress…? Heh… heh…" Bing He's eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment as he glared at Ah Da. But soon, his head tilted to the side, and his breath stopped completely.
His pupils gradually lost focus, yet remained wide open — a clear display of dying with deep unwillingness.
"Tsk, tsk." Ah Da clicked his tongue twice and shook his head slightly.
The famed Valley Master of Ice River Valley — one of the Three Great Valleys in Central Plains, an old-generation Dou Zun expert — had just died here.
Died in this Fallen God Stream.
If news of this spread, it would surely shake the entire Central Plains to its core.
But in the end, it was all caused by his own greed.
Wei Yang had given him a chance to leave, yet he insisted on staying behind to court death. Who else could he blame? Perhaps, he had simply been too confident in his own strength.
What he didn't understand… was that in this vast world, some people defied common sense — people whose true strength couldn't be measured by their apparent cultivation realm.
"Heh, in the end, I suppose I'm the one who profits the most." Ah Da rubbed his hands together in excitement, his gaze burning hotly as he stared at the corpse.
This was a Four-Star Dou Zun's body!
Far superior to the corpse of Elder Qi Zun that he had obtained back in the Black-Corner Region.
This was premium-grade material for refining a new body.
With a flick of his hand, Ah Da unleashed a surge of immense soul power.
At once, a faint, unconscious soul body was forcibly extracted from the corpse.
Seeing this, Ah Da finally relaxed completely.
With a pleased grin, he took out a jade bottle, shoved the soul inside, and sealed it with a gust of black wind. He then capped the bottle tightly and inscribed several sealing imprints upon it.
"A peak Mortal Realm soul body… excellent, excellent — a real tonic!" Ah Da chuckled, carefully storing the jade bottle away. With a low laugh, he muttered, "Once the master squeezes out every last bit of your remaining value… you'll become my food."
After all, Wei Yang had no interest in absorbing anyone's soul origin, and both mistresses also seemed somewhat resistant to the idea. Therefore, this soul body… would ultimately end up belonging to Ah Da alone.
Having handled the soul, his gaze returned to the corpse, his eyes blazing with excitement.
He rubbed his chin, carefully inspecting it, then nodded in satisfaction.
At the very least, Bing He's "appearance" wasn't bad — much better than that of Qi Zun Zhe.
Although once he refined the body, its outward appearance would change into his own… still, starting with higher-quality material was undoubtedly better for crafting his new vessel.
Ah Da bent down, grabbed the corpse, and with a flicker of his figure, soared upward into the sky.
Reaching high above the battlefield, he spotted Wei Yang seated cross-legged, still recovering. Ah Da didn't dare disturb him and simply stood silently to the side, holding the body.
Xian'er glanced faintly at the corpse before shifting her gaze away, uninterested.
Qing Lin, on the other hand, let out a soft snort.
Du Jiao, meanwhile, quietly shuffled closer to Ah Da, his eyes burning with undisguised greed.
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