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"Without further ado, let's go in!" Ghostly Fury said.
"What? Wu Hao, you're heavily injured and still want to go in?" Wind and Cloud Without Limits glanced at the pale-faced Wu Hao and said lightly.
"The Hall of the God of Killing is fraught with danger. Given your current condition, Wu Hao, it's better not to enter now. Otherwise, if you lose your life, it won't be worth it," Emperor Shishi sneered.
"Wu brother, the Emperor is right. Your injuries have not yet healed; it would be better to stay here for now. Once you recover, you can enter later," Ghostly Fury's father, Ghost Cold, was close friends with Wu Hao's father, Wu Cong, so their relationship was good: "As for the Broken Pill, I will bring it back for you."
"Alright." Wu Hao's expression flickered uncertainly before he finally agreed. After all, with Emperor Shishi's advice and his current injuries, entering the dangerous Hall of the God of Killing would likely lead to death; preserving his life was more important.
"Since Wu brother has made his decision, we will go in first," Emperor Shishi said coldly. With that, he transformed into a wisp of black smoke and moved forward.
Following closely behind were Wind and Cloud Without Limits, Ghostly Fury, and Xiao Xuan.
"Prince, there aren't many Broken Pills left; you need to act quickly," Fire Spirit urged.
"But if Wu Hao is there, I might appear recklessly..." Wang Yi hesitated.
"Kill him," Fire Spirit said without hesitation: "That Broken Pill is crucial for you; do not hesitate."
"Alright." Wang Yi gritted his teeth, moved his body, and extended his right hand to strike at Wu Hao's back from a distance.
Rumbling!
The air roared beneath the giant palm as if it were exploding.
"Who is it?" Wu Hao was taken aback, feeling an unmatched killing intent enveloping him. A Giant Palm Print came crashing down, causing his clothes to flutter violently.
Boom!
Wu Hao's face twisted in a ferocious expression; he did not want to die. He struck out with a palm, sending forth a blood-red hand that was terrifyingly tangible.
A white and a red giant palm collided with unmatched force, rumbling as the explosion sounded like thunder striking the ground, echoing endlessly.
"Is it you?" Wu Hao recognized Wang Yi, shock written all over his face.
"Die!" Wang Yi's face was filled with murderous intent. He raised his palm high and swung it downwards. A thick Blade Qi burst forth from between his hands, splitting the air in two like a long river, aiming to tear Wu Hao apart.
"Ah!" Wu Hao roared as he was sent flying dozens of meters by the Blade Qi, crashing to the ground. "I am the Young Master of the Blood Sect! Do you dare to kill me? You must be seeking death!"
Hmph!
Wang Yi snorted coldly and stepped towards Wu Hao.
Wu Hao suddenly felt himself shrouded in a chilling killing intent, causing his breathing to quicken and his face to flush red.
"You... stop!" Seeing Wang Yi unmoved, Wu Hao finally showed fear on his face. "I beg you, spare my life! I don't want to die!"
"Go die!" Wang Yi shouted fiercely as he struck down towards Wu Hao's head.
Roar!
A wild roar erupted from Wu Hao, sounding like a beast in madness, his eyes blood-red: "Blood Shadow Divine Art."
Wu Hao let out a fierce shout, his face twisted in rage. Suddenly, a cloud of Blood Mist erupted from his body, emanating a cold and ruthless aura. Blood flowed from him like a terrifying Asura emerging from hell. With one step, the ground shook violently, as if the earth itself was trembling.
Roar!
With a beastly roar, Wu Hao looked at Wang Yi's punch, madness flashing in his eyes. He also threw a punch from below, charging upward.
Boom!
As their fists collided, an intense explosion sounded, deafening and overwhelming. A wave of Vital Energy surged from the gaps between their fists, sweeping outwards like a tide in all directions. A fierce wind arose, with dust and stones flying everywhere; the ground seemed to have turned into a Tornado, shrouded in gray.
Thud!
The two immense forces of Vital Energy erupted between their fists. Both felt as if they were striking against steel plates; for a moment, neither could gain the upper hand over the other.
Roar!
Wu Hao's eyes were blood-red as he let out an angry roar. The madness in his gaze intensified, and his inner killing intent surged to an unprecedented level. As the Young Master of the Blood Sect and a powerful figure of Xuanjing Eightfold, it was infuriating to be ambushed by a Weakling at the Mystic Realm Fifth Level.
Blood Shadow Divine Art, Fourth Layer!
Seeing that Wang Yi was unscathed, Wu Hao finally unleashed the peak power of the fourth layer of Blood Shadow Divine Art, determined to slay Wang Yi in one strike.
Blood Shadow Divine Art was unleashed, and a burst of blood energy exploded forth. Wu Hao's Vital Energy surged out like a mighty river, flowing through his arms and attacking Wang Yi's chest. "Die!"
At that moment, Wang Yi felt the thick, nauseating scent of blood in the air.
Rumbling!
Wang Yi did not dare to hesitate. He activated the Nine Profound Dragon Technique, and two giant dragons appeared out of thin air, as if they had emerged from the void. They roared and swung their bodies with an unmatched force, charging towards Wu Hao.
Rumbling!
In the air, the sound of Rumbling echoed like thousands of Thunder strikes hitting the ground, causing destruction.
Boom!
A high-pitched Rumbling sound mixed with a Dragon Roar erupted. Immediately, Wu Hao was struck by the two giant dragons, letting out a piercing scream as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body fell like a broken kite, tracing an arc through the air before crashing to the ground, staining it with blood.
"Poof." Wu Hao looked in horror at Wang Yi, who was slowly approaching him, his eyes filled with fear. "Spare me."
Crack!
Wang Yi swiftly broke Wu Hao's throat with his hand. Blood gushed out, and with a sound, the headless corpse fell to the ground. Then, Wang Yi waved his hand and retrieved the Storage Ring.
"Let's go," said Fire Spirit.
"Not in a hurry," replied Wang Yi said calmly.
Indeed, Wu Hao's headless corpse immediately transformed into a pool of congealed blood that merged with the earth, from which a Blood Bamboo sprouted, turning into a Blood Sword Qi that lunged toward Wang Yi.
However, Wang Yi was well-prepared. With his fingers spread wide, Blazing Fire erupted, and with a hissing sound, the sword qi transformed into ashes.
Wang Yi gazed ahead, his figure expanding like a great roc spreading its wings, shooting up as a streak of red light and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
In the next moment, a grand hall appeared beneath Wang Yi's feet.
The hall stood about a hundred feet tall, magnificently golden and radiant, with flickering lights shimmering throughout.
Hall of the God of Killing!
After a brief pause, Wang Yi moved his feet and entered the hall.
Inside the hall was empty and desolate, with nothing but a black humanoid statue placed in the center.
The statue depicted a middle-aged man with a broad face and high forehead, standing about ten feet tall. His features were ordinary and unremarkable, but his eyes were pitch black, obscuring any detail within them, resembling the depths of hell—dark and eerie.
"Killing God Emperor," the surprised voice of Fire Spirit echoed in Wang Yi's Sea of Consciousness.
"So this is the Killing God Emperor, one of the five unparalleled powerhouses of Ancient times?" Wang Yi murmured as he gazed at the statue of the Killing God Emperor.
"That's right, Prince. The Killing God Emperor's cultivation is unmatched; today you have the honor to behold his likeness," Fire Spirit nodded in agreement.
"Hmph, such an honor is not needed. What I, Wang Yi, aim to do is to become an existence that future warriors will look up to," Wang Yi declared with great ambition.
With a movement of his feet, he transformed into a streak of light and headed towards the location marked on the map.
In the next moment, Wang Yi arrived at a house. Just as he was about to enter, he heard a sound like the breaking of wind. The door burst apart, and two figures were seen engaged in battle, their palms casting shadows as they pressed towards another figure. The latter wielded a long knife, dancing with fury, Blade Qi and Zongheng swirling densely around him, creating a scene reminiscent of crashing waves.
“Xiao Xuan, Ghostly Fury.” Wang Yi's expression changed slightly. The two individuals locked in fierce combat were none other than the peak powerhouses of the younger generation from the Killing Fields, Xiao Xuan and Ghostly Fury. Their strength was akin to that of a Breakthrough Expert descending upon them, with astonishing destructive power.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed, and a wave of white Vital Energy surged outward like a tide in all directions.
The terrifying Vital Energy swept through the room; however, what puzzled Wang Yi was that the counters on either side remained completely still, with their contents untouched.
“Broken Pill.” Wang Yi's gaze quickly settled on a green bottle; this was precisely the goal of his visit.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Wang Yi enveloped himself in flames and transformed into a fiery light, charging directly into the battlefield. Xiao Xuan and Ghostly Fury were taken aback; they had not expected someone to intervene at such a critical moment. Furious, they found themselves unable to move, as if trapped in quicksand, their legs feeling as heavy as lead.
At this critical juncture, Wang Yi directly unleashed destructive power to obliterate the Primordial Energy surrounding the Broken Pill. He swiftly retrieved the bottle into his Storage Ring and let out a hearty laugh before striking out with his palm, igniting flames.
“Wang Yi, stop!” Xiao Xuan shouted.
“Damn it!” Ghostly Fury yelled angrily.
The sound of exploding Vital Energy resonated through the house like thunder, an unmatched force sweeping wildly around Xiao Xuan and Ghostly Fury, akin to ducks boiling in hot water. Then, with a roar, a wave of flames erupted from Wang Yi's body. Blazing Fire engulfed the room like a furnace, making the air feel as if it had been completely dried out—hot and parched.
“Ah! No matter who you are, you will die today!” Ghostly Fury roared repeatedly, resembling a crazed beast with a bloodthirsty gaze.
At this moment, trapped in the Transforming Cloud Palm, Ghostly Fury was completely immobilized, forced to watch as Wang Yi's palm struck his chest. The Vital Energy surged violently, and in an instant, it felt as if he had been struck by lightning. As he was sent flying, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You deserve to die." To everyone's surprise, Ghostly Fury immediately leaped up. With a wave of his hands, his clothes tore apart, revealing a shiny black armor. A Black Sword also appeared in his hand.
Death!
The word was uttered, and killing intent surged!
The Black Sword lightly slashed in front of Wang Yi. With a crack, a black sword energy over four meters long shot forth like a bolt of black lightning, tearing through the air as if it aimed to split the room in half.
Rumbling!
The black sword energy was as tangible as reality and exceptionally terrifying. Wang Yi let out a low shout, and Vital Energy surged throughout his body. Utilizing the Nine Profound Dragon Technique, he roared, and with a Dragon Roar that shook the ground, two Long Dragons, each ten zhang long, fearlessly charged toward the black sword energy, roaring continuously.
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