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"Uh... uh..."
Big Wind gasped for breath, the life force continuously flowing from his body, like a fish that had fallen onto the shore, its eyes blood-red. He shouted, "Zeng Xuan! How could you, as a direct disciple of the former Azure Emperor Fuxi, be here!"
"I have always stayed in Asura Hall. Hehe, die, you bastard..."
Zeng Xuan's sword suddenly exerted force, continuously shredding Big Wind's body with a "crunching" sound. The Sharp Sword was like a giant spiral drill, instantly turning Big Wind's form into fragments, with blood raining down from the sky.
"Zeng Xuan, be careful!"
Ye Yang's eyes widened, blood flowing from his severed arm. He shouted, "Big Wind's Divine Rank has not yet been extinguished. If his soul escapes into the Ghost Realm, he will still be a powerful being. We must completely annihilate his soul in the human realm to eliminate this wicked creature once and for all!"
...
"Swish!"
A blood-red light shot up, flying northward. The Li Zheng was the entrance to the Ghost Realm beneath North Sea City. Souls that died in the human realm would be guided there by the winds of the Ghost Realm, where they would undergo purification in Purgatory, ultimately either reincarnating or being re-cultivated as beings of the Ghost Realm, or facing complete annihilation.
That blood-red light was indeed Big Wind's soul. A mournful voice echoed in the wind: "Ye Yang! Zeng Xuan! Do you think it will be so easy to kill me? Hmph, I am one of the gods above! You think your meager cultivation can kill me? Once I enter the Ghost Realm and reshape my body, it will be your turn to meet your end!"
Zeng Xuan suddenly laughed: "Big Wind, do you still think you can survive? Dream on!"
Saying this, Zeng Xuan raised her snowy white arm and shouted, "God Locking Coffin, go!"
...
The wind howled fiercely as the sky suddenly darkened. Blood-red threads spread across the heavens like a spider web. In an instant, the entire sky over Linzi City was shrouded in this blood-red web; it was none other than the God Locking Coffin, the treasure of Asura Hall!
The Spirit Rank of the Great Wind roared in the air, with "bang bang bang" sounds colliding against the energy web of the God Locking Coffin. As a result, the Energy King seemed to possess boundless Divine Power, pushing back the Great Wind's Divine Rank with "pop pop pop" sounds. After dozens of clashes, not a single breath of soul managed to break through the God Locking Coffin; instead, its power grew weaker.
Zeng Xuan watched this unfold and immediately whispered, "Zi Yu, if we do not eliminate this wicked beast now, when will we? Use your Divine Fire to burn away its fate and completely erase the Great Wind, this Mid-Level Deity, from the Three Realms!"
Ye Yang nodded. In the air, the Haotian Sword responded to its master's call and transformed into a streak of fiery red light that shot down.
"Ah ah..."
Ye Yang gathered his strength, feeling a heart-wrenching pain in his arm, but he hesitated not at all. The battle boots on his left foot suddenly unleashed a soaring Fire God Blaze, exploding forth with a kick. With a loud "bang," the Haotian Sword became a flaming meteor that charged into the sky, seemingly sentient as it aimed for the soul of the Great Wind.
In an instant, the fire meteor engulfed the blood-red Spirit Rank. The anguished screams of the Great Wind echoed faintly in his ears. As the Divine Fire burned, that weak soul completely vanished, leaving only wisps of black Ashes Ling Kong scattered behind. Finally, this powerful Mid-Level Deity returned to dust.
"Swish!"
As the blood mist in the air dissipated, Zeng Xuan gracefully landed and picked up a severed arm of Ye Yang's. Looking at his arm's wound, she furrowed her brows and said, "The injury is so severe; the Great Wind is indeed cruel. It clearly intended to tear you apart. Hmph! Fortunately, you can summon Divine Revelation to protect your body; otherwise, you would have long since perished..."
Ye Yang nodded and muttered, "Damn it, it hurts so much..."
Zeng Xuan raised her palm, and a blood-red halo emerged—this was the long-awaited Soul Healing Technique. She brought Ye Yang's severed arm close to the wound and covered it with her hand. The energy from the Soul Healing Technique continuously seeped in like countless needles reconnecting Ye Yang's Bloodline and muscles. This was an exceptionally difficult and painful process.
"Ugh..."
Ye Yang let out a low cry, his brows tightly knitted as he knelt on one knee. He lifted his face; sweat covered his resolute features while flames enveloped his body as he allowed Zeng Xuan to treat his arm.
"Brother..." Yan Yao flew over, her beautiful face streaked with tears. Seeing Ye Yang in pain, her heart ached, and she urgently asked, "Sister Zeng Xuan, how is my brother... his injuries?"
Zeng Xuan opened her red eyes and smiled gently. "Little girl Yan Yao, don't worry. Although Ye Yang has lost an arm, with my abilities, I can still heal him. Moreover, his body has been tempered by Divine Power and is no longer an ordinary body. However, this will take quite some time. The invasion of Divine Power from the storm has caused significant damage to his body..."
"Mm!" Yan Yao nodded, tears still swirling in her eyes.
Peng Yue'er, Ye Beichi, Zhang Tianhe, and others rushed over. Looking at Ye Yang, Peng Yue'er trembled as she said, "Zi Yu... you risked your life for us..."
Ye Beichi added, "Zi Yu..."
...
Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes and forced a smile. "Tianhe, Yan Yao, Second Uncle, Yue'er, don't worry. I'm fine, aren't I? Even if this arm can be healed, so what if it can't? Trading one arm for the death of the storm and for peace in Qi State is worth it!"
"You foolish boy..." Ye Beichi said with a trembling voice.
Suddenly, Ye Yang let out a painful groan again as if millions of poisonous insects were gnawing at his arm. Zeng Xuan used Divine Power to activate the Soul Healing Technique. Although the healing effect was good, the price was that Ye Yang had to endure pain beyond what an ordinary person could bear.
After about an hour passed, the wound on his arm gradually healed. Although Ye Yang could not move his right arm yet, the excruciating pain had subsided.
...
Zhang Tianhe supported Ye Yang with one hand and smiled broadly. "Zi Yu, surviving great calamities surely brings future blessings!"
Ye Yang grinned and replied, "Being able to see all of you safe is already a blessing I've cultivated over several lifetimes. Isn't that right?"
"Mm!" Zhang Tianhe nodded.
Ye Yang slowly moved forward on Linzi Avenue, ahead of him was a group of stunned former soldiers of the Great Wind, led by Eastern General Liu Fang.
...
"You are Liu Fang, the first henchman of the Great Wind, the Executioner who has harmed countless lives?" Ye Yang asked in a very calm voice.
Liu Fang trembled all over, holding his Battle Blade, and said, "Ye Yang, I know... I know you can kill the Great Wind, and you can certainly kill me too. But... we were also forced by the Great Wind. Please do not push us; otherwise, we will fight to the death!"
Ye Yang smirked, "Why don't you show me that struggle?"
Liu Fang hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Warriors, pick up your Weapons! Immediately blood wash the Fire God Clan and avenge our king!"
A group of ruthless Black Armored Cavalry were suddenly at a loss. At Liu Fang's shout, they immediately turned their horses and shouted, "With the Great Wind dead, we are leaderless! Let's disperse and occupy the mountains to live carefree lives!"
Liu Fang was shocked: "Damn it! Ye Yang, we will fight again another day!"
...
As he spoke, Liu Fang raised his Battle Blade and suddenly spurred his warhorse. The fierce steed instantly became a pile of flesh; the powerful recoil was astonishing. In an instant, Liu Fang had dashed out several hundred meters!
"Do you still want to leave Qi State alive?"
Ye Yang roared, flames erupting from his body as if he were a Killing God. Drawing upon his nearly exhausted Fire God True Qi, he shouted, "As long as I Ye Yang am still Qi King, I will never allow you Executioners to continue living!"
With that, Ye Yang, fully immersed in the state of Fire God Warrior, suddenly hurled his long sword with his left hand, the Divine Power surging dramatically.
"Whoosh!"
The Haotian Sword streaked across the sky like a flowing rainbow.
"Thud!"
In mid-air, Liu Fang abruptly halted, blood splattering from his chest as the Haotian Sword pierced through him, leaving a gaping red hole where his heart had been brutally crushed by Ye Yang's strike.
...
"Ah..."
With a lament, Liu Fang suddenly plummeted, his body transforming into flames, completely obliterated by the power of the Fire God, akin to a Divine Rank being swept away by a fierce wind.
Though both were newly entered into the Celestial Realm, Ye Yang was far stronger than Liu Fang. Even while injured, he could easily kill him. Without such strength, it was unlikely that Ye Yang could challenge a Mid-Level Deity.
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