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Eventually, the little flame dragon said nothing and closed its eyes once more. It seemed to have accepted Wei Yang's presence.
Obviously, since it couldn't do anything to Wei Yang for the moment—and with so many humans outside eyeing it like tigers—it wasn't willing to divide its attention and fight him now.
Wei Yang smiled at the sight, his body wrapped in black flames. His form shrank as he slipped into the surrounding purple-black fire.
After stepping into Dou Zun, not only had his soul power surged, but his soul realm had also reached the peak of the Spirit Realm, half a step into the Heaven Realm!
If he truly fought the Three Thousand Burning Flame here in this source space, he had no fear at all. From that earlier probing, he already had a clear idea. He wasn't sure about a long battle, but at least in the short term, there would be no winner.
Outside.
Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes, withdrawing the hand that had been touching the dragon scale without flame. He then stepped back, leaving the Three Thousand Burning Flame, and returned to the others.
His expression was calm. He glanced at Qiu Ling and the others, spread his hands, and said, "I failed. That guy is too fierce, can't handle it."
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in Qiu Ling's eyes. He nodded lightly, sighed, and looked at Xiao Yan. "Xiao Yan, you try."
"Mm." Xiao Yan took a deep breath and stepped forward. Not long after, Xiao Yan returned with lingering fear on his face. His expression was a little ugly.
That Three Thousand Burning Flame had erupted once and directly burned away the wisp of soul he had sent in, evaporating it completely. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said helplessly, "Failed. I can't handle it either."
Everyone frowned.
Both champions had failed—and failed cleanly.
Seeing this, the disappointment in Qiu Ling's eyes deepened. As for the remaining people, he no longer held much hope. "In that case, next one."
As soon as his voice fell, Old Mu Gu quickly stepped forward. But the moment he moved, a flash of coldness passed through Qiu Ling's eyes. With one stride he blocked the way.
"Hehe, what's this? First Elder Qiu Ling, don't you want me to try? Looks like the so-called qualifications of your Pill Tower are just according to the Pill Tower's whims." Old Mu Gu narrowed his eyes and sneered.
The few alchemists who weren't from the Pill Tower frowned slightly but stayed silent.
"I can let you try, but Mu Gu, I advise you not to play any tricks, or else." Qiu Ling's tone carried a cold warning.
"Jie jie, if I can subdue this Three Thousand Burning Flame, wouldn't that also remove a great threat for your Pill Tower?" Old Mu Gu gave a faint smile. He then bypassed Qiu Ling and slowly walked toward the Three Thousand Burning Flame.
Inside Qiu Ling's sleeve, his hand clenched tight. He shot Wei Yang and the others a look, signaling them to stay alert. Then Qiu Ling also stepped forward, shadowing Old Mu Gu closely. Vast Dou Qi rippled around him without the slightest concealment.
Judging by his stance, if Old Mu Gu made the slightest suspicious move, he would strike instantly.
At Qiu Ling's shadowing, Old Mu Gu's lips curved in a cold smile. He said nothing, simply placed his palm on the dragon scale and closed his eyes.
Behind them, Xiao Yan, Cao Ying and the others quietly gathered their Dou Qi.
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes.
Under everyone's watchful gaze, the expected disturbance never came.
After a brief moment with eyes closed, Old Mu Gu suddenly opened them, then stepped back several paces, brows tightly furrowed, cursing under his breath.
Seeing Old Mu Gu also fail and the sleeping Three Thousand Burning Flame remain unchanged, Qiu Ling finally let out a quiet breath and said in a low voice, "Next."
Xian'er stepped forward.
With both champions and Old Mu Gu having failed, it wasn't long before Xian'er also came back defeated.
Qiu Ling was now completely without hope. The four strongest had all failed. The rest were just there for show.
Sure enough, in the time that followed, the remaining people all stepped up one after another, but every single one returned in failure.
One of the weaker ones even coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the dragon's head as soon as he opened his eyes.
When the last person finally returned empty-handed, Qiu Ling stood aside, shaking his head with a quiet sigh, eyes filled with undisguised disappointment. This Three Thousand Burning Flame—looks like it can't be subdued this time around.
"Since no one can subdue it, let's head back." Qiu Ling waved his hand, helpless.
Hm?
Wei Yang's gaze suddenly swept toward Old Mu Gu, and the corner of his mouth quietly curved.
Here it comes.
At that moment, an eerie smile appeared on Old Mu Gu's face. "Jie jie, Qiu Ling, this way you'll never tame the Three Thousand Burning Flame. Next, why don't I give you all a proper performance?"
That sudden, sinister laugh made everyone's expression change. Qiu Ling's face darkened instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, his sleeve flicked, and a torrent of vast Dou Qi tore through the space with a hiss, blasting toward Old Mu Gu.
"Jie jie~"
Old Mu Gu's figure flashed back with incredible agility. As he retreated, his hands suddenly formed a series of dazzling hand seals.
With each shift of those seals, everyone noticed that the dragon scale on the Three Thousand Burning Flame's forehead actually responded with faint ripples of energy.
"Not good!"
Sensing this, Xiao Yan and the others were instantly alarmed.
"Mu Gu, you dare!" Qiu Ling's face changed dramatically, his shout full of fury.
"Jie jie, there's nothing in this world the old man wouldn't dare." Old Mu Gu only gave a cold laugh to Qiu Ling's roar.
His hand seals froze into place, and the eerie smile on his face spread wider. "Relax, I only want to help your Pill Tower get rid of this trouble. No need to thank me."
"Explode!"
As soon as the word left his mouth in a cold bark—
Nothing happened.
"???" Old Mu Gu's smile froze.
Then.
"What are you barking at like a dog?" A calm voice drifted through the void.
Everyone turned in shock, only to see that on the massive dragon head of the Three Thousand Burning Flame, within that flame-less scale, Wei Yang's figure was already standing there silently.
He leaned forward slightly, one palm pressed against the dragon scale. Around him spread an invisible soul barrier, covering the entire scale. Upon that unseen barrier, faint black flames burned.
"You!" Old Mu Gu was dumbfounded.
"Good! Wei Yang, well done!" Qiu Ling was overjoyed.
The others, realizing what had happened, secretly let out a breath of relief. This Three Thousand Burning Flame was an extremely dangerous existence. It was fine while asleep, but once it awoke and broke the seal, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Immediately, everyone cast unfriendly looks at the stiff Old Mu Gu.
"Heh." Wei Yang lifted his eyes, giving Old Mu Gu a faint glance. The palm pressed to the scale clenched, then pulled.
A black seal talisman was forcibly yanked out of the dragon scale by Wei Yang. Holding the black talisman in his hand, Wei Yang casually gave it a light squeeze.
Boom!
A muffled sound like a thunderclap came from his palm.
A powerful energy fluctuation stirred within, but it was completely bound inside Wei Yang's grasp, unable to escape, and then slowly dissipated into nothing.
"No—" Old Mu Gu stretched out a hand, his lips trembling, speechless.
The key step of his carefully planned scheme had been destroyed in Wei Yang's hands. That secretly planted talisman hadn't exploded, hadn't managed to tear a gap in the perfect seal binding the Three Thousand Burning Flame.
"Knew you'd try something sneaky, so I was guarding against you all along."
"Mu Gu." Wei Yang withdrew the spreading soul barrier, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked down with a grin.
"Now, it's time to shut the door and beat the dog."
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