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Gradually lifting his head, Ye Yang wiped away his tears and looked at the horrifying scars on Yun Xiaoxi's shoulders, unable to help but murmur, "Xiaoxi, what have I done? I almost killed you, didn't I?"
Yun Xiaoxi hurriedly shook her head, forcing a smile. "No, no, you defeated the two Guardians, Youquan and Mysterious Fire. Zi Yu, you did great!"
"No..."
Ye Yang turned around, gazing at the desolation of Shura Mountain. The True Fire Sword had carved a terrifying web of sword marks across the ground, almost tearing the earth apart. He could hardly believe that such god-like power came from his own hands. Ye Yang couldn't help but tremble all over, gritting his teeth as he said, "The third realm of Fire God Transformation... what is this? A power I can't control—what use is it?!"
As he spoke, Ye Yang looked at Yun Xiaoxi and said, "If I drain the Bloodline of the Fire God Clan from my body, can I abandon my identity as a Fire God Warrior?"
"You... what do you want to do?" Yun Xiaoxi's beautiful eyes widened.
Ye Yang murmured, "I will have another chance to transform. If I lose control again, I will kill you, kill Tianhe, kill Second Uncle, kill everyone... I can't take that risk. I can't let my hands be stained with your blood. I can't destroy the ones I cherish most..."
With that, Ye Yang raised his head and said, "Xiaoxi, you should leave. I need to save Sister Zeng Xuan. I know that there is still a powerful presence hidden in Asura Hall—so strong that even my third transformation might not withstand it. So please leave quickly; I must rescue Sister Zeng Xuan from here..."
Yun Xiaoxi pressed her red lips together and softly said, "I'm not leaving, Zi Yu. I'm not going..."
"You..."
At that moment, the ground suddenly shook violently as the entire Shura Mountain was enveloped in an endless blood-red hue. A blood-red formation floated up, covering the land. In the center of the formation was a massive dark box that resembled a gigantic metal coffin!
"What is that...?" Yun Xiaoxi asked in confusion.
Ye Yang's expression sharpened as he exclaimed, "That black thing... it actually emanates Sister Zeng Xuan's aura! Oh my god, they locked Sister Zeng Xuan inside that thing?"
Yun Xiaoxi gasped in shock. "Could it be the legendary artifact of Asura Hall—the God Locking Coffin?"
"God Locking Coffin?"
"Well, the artifact forged from Meteorite and infused with the true power of Fuxi Void was stolen by Asura Hall after the Void Sect split into the Asura Hall and Serene Gate. Legend has it that the God Locking Coffin is an incredibly powerful sealing space. Once trapped inside the God Locking Coffin, one will never be reborn, not even a deity can escape!"
Yun Xiaoxi's beautiful eyes were filled with horror as she said, " Zi Yu, even if we manage to enter the God Locking Coffin, we won't be able to come out again. What should we do? What should we do?"
Ye Yang let out a low shout, holding the True Fire Sword, pointing the blade towards the sky, and shouted, "Who locked up Sister Zeng Xuan in the God Locking Coffin? Show yourself!"
At that moment, a distant and deep voice echoed, "Young man, are you the heir of the Fire God Clan? Heh heh, the legendary leader of the Six Great Guardian Warriors truly lives up to his name, being able to defeat my two Guardians and kill four elders. How should I, as the Lord of the Asura Hall, thank you?"
"What?"
Yun Xiaoxi looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds gathering, thunder rumbling, and fierce winds raging. Amidst the storm, a figure clad in dark red stood still, shrouded in a black robe. The almost divine power emanating from him made both Yun Xiaoxi and Ye Yang hesitate.
"Oh my god, is this... is this Xuan Lian, the master of Asura Hall, known as the strongest in the world?"
"Xuan Lian?" Ye Yang exclaimed in shock.
In the air, Xuan Lian couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Indeed, you are truly worthy of being the most favored disciple under Serene Gate Fox Moon. Yun Xiaoxi, I have long admired you. I cannot help but covet such a talented and beautiful disciple. If I had a disciple like you who has already reached Starry Sky Level Three at such a young age under my tutelage, I would surely impart all my knowledge to you!"
Yun Xiaoxi snorted lightly: "Aren't you taking that loser from Fire Plow as your disciple?"
Xuan Lian chuckled softly: "Little girl, do not harbor anger. Today I do not wish to kill you; you may leave freely. However, that Ye Yang, hmph! Do you think there is no one in Asura Hall? How dare you invade Asura Hall, injure my disciple, and kill my Guardian of the Abyss! I will settle this score with you!"
...
Before he finished speaking, Xuan Lian suddenly lunged forward. A tremendous pressure enveloped them. Yun Xiaoxi felt a heaviness in her chest and could hardly muster any strength; she could only barely raise her sword to block in front of Ye Yang.
"Seeking death!"
With a swift motion, Xuan Lian raised his palm, unleashing an overwhelming force that struck against Yun Xiaoxi's chest. Instantly, she spat out blood and was sent flying away like a kite with its string cut!
Silence fell, and Yun Xiaoxi's breath vanished in an instant.
"Xiaoxi...?"
Ye Yang murmured, unable to believe that the flower-like girl had disappeared just like that. In the next moment, without any warning, a golden light surged from Ye Yang's body, and his eyes were once again shrouded in blood red. Yun Xiaoxi's death propelled him uncontrollably into a state of transformation!
"Dog thief of Heavenly Kill!"
Ye Yang swung the True Fire Sword, unleashing a fierce Blazing Sword Qi that shot out through the air!
Xuan Lian's expression was stern as he waved a hand, effortlessly dispersing Ye Yang's attack with a loud bang. He swiftly advanced, his palms moving in a continuous series of lethal strikes!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With three consecutive sounds, Ye Yang watched helplessly as the True Fire Sword was broken into three pieces by Xuan Lian. Under Xuan Lian's almost divine power, even a Second-Grade Divine Weapon proved to be so fragile.
"Wow!"
Ye Yang raised his arm, flames surging as he suddenly unleashed the energy of Dragon Scale Storm. The entire sky was illuminated brightly, and four Flame Dragons pierced through the clouds, rapidly engulfing Xuan Lian's body!
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The deafening sounds of explosions echoed, as if the heavens and earth were about to be torn apart. The storm of dragon scales relentlessly shredded everything within it; no one knew whether Xuan Lian was alive or dead amidst the chaos.
...
The transformation had nearly exhausted Ye Yang's Bloodline power. He gasped heavily for breath. However, before his eyes, the Dragon Scale Storm was suddenly torn apart. Xuan Lian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression proud and his gaze disdainful as he looked down at Ye Yang. He spoke softly but firmly: "At such a young age to possess this level of cultivation; if you had a thousand years of practice, what would that be like? It seems this time I cannot let you go no matter what!"
"Boom!"
With five fingers spread wide, Xuan Lian silently recited the incantation, and her palm transformed into a radiant light that enveloped everything. Suddenly, she grasped Ye Yang in her hand, and then Ling Kong threw him!
"God Locking Coffin, open!"
……
Ye Yang felt incredibly weak as his hair changed from dark gold to black, reverting from his transformed state. He was abruptly twisted into another space, which was the legendary God Locking Coffin!
"Thud!"
He fell softly to the ground, tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he murmured, "Little Stream..."
"Huh?"
Another voice sounded. Ye Yang lifted his head and discovered that on the other end of the God Locking Coffin, sitting atop a pile of jagged stones, was a stunning woman dressed in red. She sat there with delicate features, her rosy bare feet swaying in the air, resembling an ageless fairy.
"Zeng Xuan... Sister?" Ye Yang murmured.
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