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"Jie jie jie… what a coincidence. Around ten months ago, I also happened to run into Yao Chen."
Ning Zun Zhe let out a chilling, twisted laugh as he continued, "Back then, I set out together with Qi Zun Zhe toward the Jia Ma Empire. But right as we neared the Black-Corner Region, we caught wind of your whereabouts. Qi Zun Zhe decided on the spot to personally head to Black-Corner Region to capture you."
"As for me… I was only at the peak of Dou Zong back then, but Qi Zun Zhe ordered me to go to Jia Ma Empire first, to track down any trace of Yao Chen."
"At the time, I was a little regretful, honestly… but I didn't expect that halfway there, I'd actually run straight into Yao Chen, who practically delivered himself to me."
"In the end, I had to spend quite a bit of effort and pay a certain price, but I still managed to capture Yao Chen and bring him back to Hall of Souls. As for Qi Zun Zhe, though… he went missing."
"Jie jie… thanks to Yao Chen, capturing him earned me great credit. The Hall Master was overjoyed and rewarded me generously, and because of that, six months ago, I successfully broke through and advanced into Dou Zun!"
As he said this, Ning Zun Zhe couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion… and even a bit of lingering fear.
Back then, if Qi Zun Zhe had chosen to go to Jia Ma Empire instead, and sent him to Black-Corner Region to deal with Wei Yang, then right now, their fates would have been completely reversed.
Qi Zun Zhe would have been the one to capture Yao Chen, gain the Hall Master's favor, and advance his cultivation to a higher level.
And he, Ning Zun Zhe, would have been the one suppressed by the man standing before him today—and certainly wouldn't have had the chance to break through to Dou Zun.
This… was fate.
Though Ning Zun Zhe still habitually called Qi Zun Zhe "Elder Qi Zun," in truth, his current status now placed him on equal footing with the man he once respected.
Even in terms of strength, they were now the same level.
"So, that's how it is… Yao Lao has already been captured by you?" Wei Yang exhaled softly, his eyelids lowering slightly.
At this moment, his emotions were tangled and complex.
He hadn't expected… that in the end, Yao Lao would still fall into Hall of Souls's hands.
Was he upset?If he claimed he wasn't, that would be a lie.
In Wei Yang's heart, Yao Lao had always been more than just an acquaintance—he was like someone who was both a mentor and a friend.
Though he'd never said it out loud, deep inside, he truly respected this old man.
After all these years… Wei Yang, who had risen from humble beginnings and relied solely on self-study, had always been grateful to this old man who had once patiently guided him.
Even if they'd never formally accepted a master-disciple relationship…now, upon suddenly hearing that Yao Lao had been captured, Wei Yang couldn't suppress the surging anger and killing intent rising from the depths of his heart.
His hatred for Hall of Souls grew even deeper.
"He was just an old man who loved refining pills… what crime did he commit, for Hall of Souls to treat him like this? He had nothing left but his soul body, practically nothing to his name…and yet, you still wouldn't spare him." Wei Yang's voice was low, almost a whisper.
"There is no right or wrong," Ning Zun Zhe replied coldly, his tone utterly indifferent. "Anyone marked by Hall of Souls… their fate is already sealed. That… is Hall of Souls."
"So domineering." Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes, fixing his gaze firmly on Ning Zun Zhe. "You… truly deserve to die!"
"Whether this seat deserves to die or not… is not for a junior like you to decide."
Ning Zun Zhe sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. "Even Yao Chen fell into my hands… why would I fear a half-student like you?"
"Is that so?" Wei Yang's expression turned cold, but he didn't look at Ning Zun Zhe again. Instead, his gaze shifted toward Bing Zun Zhe and Tian Shuang Zi.
"I know why you're here," Wei Yang's voice grew deep, his tone commanding. "Leave now, and I'll pretend nothing happened today. Otherwise… there will be no peace between us until death."
"You… are threatening me?" Bing Zun Zhe asked faintly, his tone calm yet cold.
"Take it however you want." Wei Yang's patience had clearly run thin, his tone now laced with irritation. "I'll ask one last time… are you leaving, or not?"
"Heh." Bing Zun Zhe let out a cold laugh.
The snowflakes swirling around him suddenly sped up sharply, their edges gleaming faintly with deadly light.
The Woeful Poison Body… this was something tied directly to his future, his chance to climb even higher. How could he possibly retreat now?
"Very well."
Wei Yang nodded slowly, his expression growing darker, his killing intent thickening. With a flick of his wrist, he glanced at Ah Da from the corner of his eye and said in a low voice:
"What are you standing around for? Kill him."
"Yes, Master." Ah Da bowed respectfully.
Without another word, his figure vanished in a flash, appearing directly before Bing Zun Zhe. With a sweep of his sleeve—
Woooosh!
A torrent of black, eerie wind surged forth violently from his robe, carrying a strange, chilling heat as it swept toward Bing Zun Zhe.
"What a bizarre wind! What is this?!" Bing Zun Zhe's pupils contracted slightly, his voice carrying a hint of surprise.
"Youngster," Ah Da's cold voice came from beneath the shadow of his hood, "Since you insist on courting death… this seat shall grant your wish!"
"Arrogant!" Bing Zun Zhe snorted coldly, his figure retreating rapidly as his palm lifted high the snowflakes instantly surged forth, sweeping across the sky, spinning violently as their color gradually shifted into a faint black hue.
As Bing Zun Zhe thrust out his palm, the swirling vortex of black snow unleashed an earth-shattering force, tearing apart the void as it collided head-on with the raging black wind.
BOOM!
The instant they clashed, space itself shattered open, spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spreading in all directions.
Yet this was only a tentative exchange of blows—and Bing Zun Zhe still staggered backward, his body trembling slightly. He let out a muffled groan, his feet stomping heavily against the void as he retreated nearly a hundred meters before finally coming to a stop.
Just a probing strike… and he was already at a disadvantage.
His expression darkened as his gaze locked onto the whirling black wind. His pupils constricted violently, and his voice slipped out in disbelief:
"This… this is… a Heavenly Flame?!"
Looking more closely now, he realized—this wasn't a mere black wind at all.
That raging black current was actually squirming in midair, its form twisting unnaturally. Upon closer inspection, one could finally see it clearly—it was an unusual flame.
Bing Zun Zhe's pupils flickered with a strange light as he fixed his stare firmly upon that eerie black storm. After a brief silence, he slowly enunciated four deliberate words: "Nine Serene Wind Flame!"
"What?!"
"Nine Serene Wind Flame?!"
Upon hearing those words, both Tian Shuang Zi and Ning Zun Zhe, standing on the other side, were utterly stunned, their faces filled with shock as they turned sharply to look.
Nine Serene Wind Flame… ranked tenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking!
A legendary Heavenly Flame, believed by many to be nearly extinct, now appeared here… in such a terrifying form.
"Heh heh… kid, your eyesight's not bad." Ah Da let out a satisfied chuckle, clearly a bit proud of himself. With a casual flick of his sleeve, the Nine Serene Wind Flame instantly withdrew, spiraling back and coiling around his body, roaring faintly as it hovered protectively nearby.
Yet deep in his heart, Ah Da felt a trace of regret.
This was the first time he'd used the Nine Serene Wind Flame in combat—his first time displaying it openly before others.
But unfortunately… though he had successfully subdued the Nine Serene Wind Flame, he had not yet refined it into his life-bound flame. That meant the true potential of its power remained out of reach.
As for compatibility? Practically nonexistent for now.
If he had truly mastered it… if he had fully refined the Nine Serene Wind Flame, then against someone like Bing Zun Zhe, whose strength was merely at the level of a Four-Star Dou Zun…defeating him would have been effortless.
It was a shame, really… this first grand appearance of the Nine Serene Wind Flame was, in Ah Da's eyes, a little imperfect.
"Who… exactly are you?" Bing Zun Zhe's expression grew increasingly grave as he stared at Ah Da, his voice low and wary.
Before this, when facing Ah Da, he'd been confident. Calm. He hadn't felt any real sense of pressure.
But now… now that he'd seen Nine Serene Wind Flame with his own eyes, his heart grew heavier, his breathing faintly unsteady.
After all, this was a flame ranked in the top ten among all Heavenly Flame. That wasn't something one could take lightly.
Worse still… this terrifying Heavenly Flame wasn't wielded by some ancient Dou Sheng, but rather by a Dou Zun standing before him right now.
That threat level? It instantly spiked to the absolute peak.
This wasn't just dangerous… this was life-threatening.
From a certain perspective… the destructive potential of the Nine Serene Wind Flame was no less terrifying than the Woeful Poison Body when it went fully berserk.
Seems like today… this Fallen God Stream really had become a deathtrap.
"Heh… kid, my name… hasn't been used in many years. And besides… you're not qualified toknow."
Ah Da's tone was lazy, almost bored, as if he didn't even care to explain further.
"You…" Bing Zun Zhe's brows furrowed, a faint irritation rising in his chest. He couldn't help but feel disrespected.
This wasn't the proper courtesy between strong experts.
At that moment—
"Jie jie jie… Bing Zun Zhe, don't let him fool you."
A sinister laugh suddenly rang out from the other side, where Ning Zun Zhe still faced off against Wei Yang.
"That guy hides his head and shows no face, pretending to be mysterious… but the truth is, his current body exists in a soul state. No matter how strong he looks, he's far less dangerous than he seems!"
Then, Ning Zun Zhe turned, his cold gaze locking onto Ah Da as his smile grew twisted and mocking.
"You thought you hid it well, didn't you? Pathetic. In front of my Hall of Souls, no soul body can hide its true nature!"
But before Ning Zun Zhe could finish—
A streak of pitch-black light suddenly tore through the air.
Whoosh!
It was Wei Yang—he had flicked out a single, razor-sharp finger strike, an condensed black beam of Dou Qi whistling straight toward Ning Zun Zhe.
"You talk too damn much."
"Damn brat!" Ning Zun Zhe's expression instantly twisted into fury.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A chilling sound, like iron chains slithering through the void, suddenly rang out…
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