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A poisonous cloud blanketed the sky, violently surging as though it were boiling.
Even the air itself was filled with thin strands of toxic mist, making the environment extremely harsh.
Ten miles away from the valley.
A figure, shrouded entirely in a loose, black robe, was quietly suspended in mid-air.
Suddenly.
The void not far in front of the black-robed figure twisted slightly, and from within, two white-clad figures stepped out.
The newcomers were none other than Bing Zun Zhe and Tian Shuang Zi. They first glanced at the massive vortex of poisonous clouds that connected heaven and earth ahead, then shifted their gazes to the black-robed figure.
"You… are the One-Star Dou Zun from the Northwestern Region?" Bing Zun Zhe took a step forward and asked calmly.
"Heh." In response, the black-robed figure merely let out a cold sneer.
Whoosh!
At this moment, another towering black figure shot up from a deep abyss below, appearing beside the black-robed figure.
It was none other than Ah Da and Du Jiao, the two who were guarding outside.
"Peak Dou Zong … a magic beast?" Bing Zun Zhe only gave Du Jiao a casual glance before dismissing him, his gaze shifting back to Ah Da. "Are you certain… you intend to block my way?"
"Cut the crap." Ah Da coldly spat out two words.
Bing Zun Zhe's brows furrowed slightly.
Facing Ah Da directly, he realized something unsettling—he couldn't quite see through him. His aura felt strange, but one thing was clear: this person was far from being a newly advanced Dou Zun.
At this moment, Tian Shuang Zi's expression softened into a seemingly friendly smile as he said, "Friend, you've just arrived in Central Plains. You might not be fully aware of the situation here."
"The Woeful Poison Body is considered a taboo in the Central Plains! Walking alongside the one who possesses it… is far from a wise decision."
"If the Woeful Poison Body manifests, not only us from Ice River Valley, but countless forces across the Central Plains will undoubtedly join hands to eliminate her as soon as possible, lest she wreak havoc on all living beings."
"Oh, really?" Ah Da's voice was indifferent, clearly unimpressed.
"This is the truth. There's no need for us to deceive you." Tian Shuang Zi's smile was gentle and seemingly sincere.
"You should understand just how dangerous the Woeful Poison Body is, shouldn't you?"
Bing Zun Zhe's tone softened slightly as he added, "Right now, she's undergoing a breakthrough. Once she succeeds, she will completely lose control, becoming ruthless and unrecognizable. When that happens, the first ones she'll probably kill… will be those closest to her."
"So, the most urgent matter right now is to stop her from continuing to devour poison qi. There might still be a chance to save her. But if she continues absorbing poison qi endlessly without restraint, losing control will be inevitable, and when that happens… no one will be able to stop her!"
"You're teaching us… how to handle our affairs?"
Just as Bing Zun Zhe's words fell, a faint, indifferent voice suddenly echoed.
Immediately.
From a certain patch of void, a long, pitch-black crack split open without warning. Then, two slender, pale hands reached out from the rift, gripping its edges and forcefully tearing it apart.
Riiip~
The space itself ripped open as though it were a piece of cloth, and from within stepped out a figure dressed in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns—Wei Yang.
"Master!"
"Great Master."
Ah Da and Du Jiao bowed respectfully.
This scene caused both Bing Zun Zhe and Tian Shuang Zi's eyes to sharpen instantly.
The newcomer… was only a Four-Star Dou Zong.
Yet somehow… he was the master of a Dou Zun and a peak Dou Zong magic beast?!
What kind of nonsense was this?
Wei Yang clasped his hands behind his back, standing steadily in the void, his gaze sweeping over Bing Zun Zhe and Tian Shuang Zi.
When his eyes briefly passed over Tian Shuang Zi, he didn't pay much attention, but when his gaze landed on Bing Zun Zhe, he paused slightly.
Wei Yang's eyes narrowed faintly.
Tian Shuang Zi was nothing special, but from Bing Zun Zhe… he felt an unmistakable sense of danger—an instinctive warning rising from deep within.
Clearly, this Bing Zun Zhe's strength was anything but simple.
However, with Death Life Flame in hand, Wei Yang had no fear of ordinary One- or Two-Star Dou Zuns.
Bing Zun Zhe stood tall in his white robe, his figure lean and elegant. His facial features were strikingly youthful, his brows carrying a trace of aloofness.
But even so, it was hard to conceal the natural handsomeness of his appearance.
However, beneath that handsome exterior, there was an undeniable trace of an androgynous coldness.
Most notably, in the center of his brows was a pitch-black snowflake-shaped mark. Anyone who looked at it would feel as though their very soul was freezing—a chillingly eerie sight.
At this moment, Bing Zun Zhe also clasped his hands behind his back, his indifferent gaze firmly locked on Wei Yang.
The surrounding temperature seemed to be affected by the faintly emanating, terrifying coldness from his body. Tiny snowflakes began drifting down from the sky.
Those snowflakes, swirling gently around him, looked fragile and harmless… yet at this moment, they carried an unimaginably destructive force.
Even the very void itself was being sliced into thin, long, pitch-black cracks.
Wei Yang's gaze remained calm as he stared back at him, showing not the slightest trace of fear.
Both men looked young. Both faces were undeniably handsome.
Wei Yang's features carried a sharp, masculine handsomeness.
Bing Zun Zhe, on the other hand, possessed a kind of androgynous beauty, soft yet chilling.
Of course, Bing Zun Zhe's actual age was definitely not young.
This was common knowledge among most major forces in the Central Plains—this man had long been a notorious old monster.
After a brief silence.
"Wei Yang." Wei Yang was the first to speak.
"Bing He." Bing Zun Zhe nodded slightly as he replied.
Facing this young Four-Star Dou Zong, he did not display arrogance nor disdain. On the contrary, he offered the respect Wei Yang deserved.
Immediately after.
"I assume… you are the one Hall of Souls has been searching for?" Bing Zun Zhe's voice was calm as he said, "To think that, even after being targeted by Hall of Souls, you're still alive… I must admit, even I can't help but feel somewhat impressed."
"Oh? So, Hall of Souls has been hunting me?" Wei Yang's expression remained blank as he said, "I wouldn't have known… if you hadn't mentioned it."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward a certain patch of void. "Not coming out yet? Do you really want me to invite you personally?"
"Jie jie… to think a mere Four-Star Dou Zong could actually detect my presence."
Following a strange, sinister laugh, the space there twisted slightly, and from within emerged a figure shrouded in dense black mist.
Hearing this, the corner of Tian Shuang Zi's mouth twitched slightly.
Wasn't this… a bit too much of a show-off?
Sure, Wei Yang might not have sensed him personally, but did this guy forget there was a Dou Zun and a peak Dou Zong magic beast standing right here?
How hard would it be to notice him with subordinates like these?
"Mere Four-Star Dou Zong… interesting." Wei Yang chuckled lightly, sweeping his gaze over the black mist figure before casually asking, "I heard… your Hall of Souls is looking for me?"
Clatter, clatter…
The sound of metal chains echoed as the black mist figure floated forward, his voice cold and chilling. "That's right."
"Oh? And what business do you have with me?" Wei Yang raised a brow, feigning ignorance.
"A good question."
As the black mist rippled and shifted, a pale, sinister face emerged, sharp and vulture-like, with two glowing red eyes fixed on Wei Yang. He spoke slowly, "Daring to oppose my Hall of Souls… you certainly have guts."
"Oppose you?" Wei Yang lifted his chin slightly, his tone calm and casual. "Hmm… it's been too long, I can't really remember. I only recall that about ten months ago, somewhere in Black-Corner Region, some old dog blocked my path, screaming about killing me."
Saying this, he shook his head slowly. "Too arrogant. I was minding my own business, traveling peacefully… but since he insisted, I had no choice but to suppress him. Oh, I think his name was something like Qi Zun Zhe, right? So, he was one of yours from Hall of Souls? I thought he was just some crazy old stray mutt."
Hearing this, Bing Zun Zhe and Tian Shuang Zi's faces both twitched slightly.
Their gazes at Wei Yang now carried a faint trace of… astonishment.
Good lord, were people from the Northwest Region always this bold?This was Hall of Souls they were talking about, not some minor sect like their Ice River Valley!
"So, Qi Zun Zhe really did die at your hands."
The black mist figure—Ning Zun Zhe—let out a chilling sneer, his face dark and cold as he said, "I must admit, you are bold. You not only offended Hall of Souls but still dare show your face here in the Central Plains."
"Hand over Qi Zun Zhe's remains," Ning Zun Zhe's tone turned razor-sharp, "or else, I promise you this… Hall of Souls will make sure you won't survive in the Central Plains. No escape to the heavens, no refuge underground!"
"Tch, this old script again? No creativity at all."
Wei Yang shook his head and let out a mocking laugh before continuing casually, "As for your Qi Zun Zhe… his mind was completely eroded by poison. There's no saving him.
You should understand the power of the Woeful Poison Body's toxin, right? Even if you forcefully healed him, it would just be wasting precious medicine. So… don't bother wasting your efforts on him anymore."
"Good, good, good!" Ning Zun Zhe's expression twisted into a sinister sneer, his entire aura filled with killing intent. He laughed in fury, saying, "As expected of Yao Chen's half-disciple… you're just like that old bastard—so arrogant, so reckless!"
"You…" Wei Yang's pupils contracted instantly, his voice turning cold. "What do you mean by that? You've seen Yao Lao? When?!"
A bad premonition surged violently in his chest.
Months ago, while traveling, he had received a jade slip transmission. Back then, he thought… everything on Yao Lao's side had been settled.
But now, judging from Ning Zun Zhe's words… it seemed like something had gone wrong. Hidden beneath the sleeve of his robe, Wei Yang's fists quietly clenched tighter and tighter.
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