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It all seemed to take quite a while, yet in truth, only a few seconds had passed.
From the moment the two Tian Zuns, Eighth and Ninth, decided to strike, to Wei Yang erasing the rain sphere, and then caught Ninth Tian Zun—the entire process had lasted no more than a few heartbeats.
At this moment, Wei Yang's black-scaled hand was tightening slowly around Ninth Tian Zun's neck.
"Wei... Wei Yang... cough, cough~"
Ninth Tian Zun's face flushed red and purple, like an old drake being strangled by the throat.
"Old Eighth! Save me!" The suffocating sensation of death completely broke his composure as he roared desperately, his voice carrying through soul fluctuations.
In the distance, Eighth Tian Zun remained silent. He glanced toward the Three Leaders—who now stood with calm, composed expressions—and the corner of his white brow twitched. With a bitter smile, he shook his head.
How could he save him?
In just those few seconds earlier, he had already paid a heavy price merely to hold back the Three Leaders. His body carried not a few wounds. If the Three Leaders hadn't secretly held back their strength, had they fought with full power, he might already be gravely injured—or even dead.
He knew very well that, with their true strength, they could easily have done so. A performance was a performance. Everyone understood it tacitly. But if anyone took it seriously, that would be true stupidity.
Shifting his gaze away from the three, Eighth Tian Zun looked toward that black-clad figure standing proudly in midair—strange, domineering, and filled with overwhelming power. He took a deep breath.
"Wei Yang, enough. We admit defeat this time."
Crack!
Yet, before his words were even finished, the crisp sound of bones snapping rang out in the suddenly dead-silent air.
Ninth Tian Zun's neck was crushed in Wei Yang's grip with a brutal squeeze. His eyes bulged, still filled with terror and disbelief, before his head lolled backward, hanging limply by a thin layer of flesh.
His skull dangled behind his back, swaying slightly—a sight that sent chills down the spines of everyone watching. Expressionless, Wei Yang casually tossed the still-twitching body aside.
The corpse fell into the spatial barrier below, creating rippling waves like water before everything returned to calm.
Ninth Tian Zun was gone—swallowed completely.
Wei Yang lifted his gaze, those pitch-black eyes locking onto Eighth Tian Zun. "What was it you were trying to say?"
Those burning eyes—dark as twin suns—made Eighth Tian Zun's pupils constrict in pain. He gave a low hum, wiping a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You've got guts," Eighth Tian Zun said coldly, staring deeply at Wei Yang.
He said no more, but turned his gaze toward the mansion beneath Wei Yang's feet, still wrapped within the barrier. Colorful streams of energy flowed into it like ribbons of light. His eyes filled with envy and unwillingness.
Back then, he had once been defeated by Yao Chen. He never expected that after so many years, returning again, he would instead suffer humiliation at the hands of Yao Chen's disciple.
"Dou Sheng!"
Eighth Tian Zun ground his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, the jealousy in his eyes almost tipping into madness.
But soon, he forcibly suppressed the fury within, his face paling. He understood—forget fighting Yao Chen again—even facing Wei Yang now, whose strength had reached an incomprehensible level, he already felt powerless, even despairing.
This Wei Yang had truly become a force to be reckoned with. At least within the Dou Zun realm, there was almost no one left who could restrain him. Within the entire Hall of Souls, those capable of contending with him head-on could likely be counted on one hand.
This place was no longer safe.
With a wave of his hand, Eighth Tian Zun tore open a dark spatial rift before him. His figure flickered, ready to step through.
"You think you can come and go as you please? What do you take Holy Pill City for?"
Seeing this, Xuan Kongzi smiled faintly and extended his palm, pressing down lightly in the air toward the rift.
Boom!
The moment his palm closed, the spatial rift shattered instantly.
A terrifying surge of spatial energy ripped apart the temporary void channel completely. With a muffled groan, Eighth Tian Zun's figure tumbled out from the collapsing void, crashing back into the open.
"Xuan Kongzi!"
Eighth Tian Zun looked quite battered now, clutching his chest, glaring furiously at him. Then, unexpectedly, he laughed.
"Xuan Kongzi, why bother stopping me? You dare kill me?"
Hearing that, Xuan Kongzi's brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
In front of so many witnesses, injuring Eighth Tian Zun was one thing—but killing him? Impossible.
If it had been an ordinary Dou Zun from the Hall of Souls, or even a minor Tian Zun like the Black and White Tian Zun, who dared cause trouble in Holy Pill City, then killing them wouldn't have mattered.
But Eighth Tian Zun was different. Unless the Pill Tower truly wanted to tear all ties with the Hall of Souls, Killing him now would only hand the Hall of Souls an excuse—a perfect reason for war or retaliation.
Frustrating, yes—but unavoidable. As one of the Pill Tower's Three Leaders, Xuan Kongzi could not act on impulse. So, Xuan Kongzi fell silent. However, he wasn't particularly angry, because he knew—there were people who dared to kill.
Indeed, reality did not disappoint him.
Whoosh!
Wei Yang moved again. With a casual step, he seemed to teleport across space, instantly appearing in front of Eighth Tian Zun. As he raised his hand, a gray-black vortex appeared in his palm.
With a gentle push, the vortex began to spin rapidly, like a massive millstone descending from the heavens.
"Wei Yang!"
The aura of death shrouded him, causing Eighth Tian Zun's face to twist in terror as he roared.
He frantically mobilized the Dou Qi within his body, releasing an overwhelming surge of pale-white frost that swept across the sky in an attempt to block the strange gray-black millstone. However—
It was like snow meeting the blazing sun. The frost couldn't even slow it down in the slightest. The moment it made contact, it rapidly melted and dissolved, swallowed by the spinning millstone. Then, the gray-black vortex descended, completely enveloping Eighth Tian Zun.
"Ah~!"
Before everyone's eyes, Eighth Tian Zun's body crumbled inch by inch within the vortex, disintegrating into a mist of blood before being fully devoured.
"Wei Yang~ just you wait, the Hall of Souls will never let this go!"
The gray-black millstone slowly dissipated as the shattered space began to mend itself.
Eighth Tian Zun had vanished completely from this world, leaving behind only that furious, despairing roar echoing faintly across the heavens. The terror and pain laced within that cry sent chills down countless spines.
A peak-level expert—wiped out, just like that. Not even a trace of him remained, utterly reduced to nothingness. Countless gazes turned toward the tall, black-clad figure hovering in the sky, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
This man… was truly a monstrous fiend!
One utterly without restraint.
Even the Hall of Souls's core powerhouses like Eighth Tian Zun and Ninth Tian Zun—he slaughtered them as casually as chickens, without even frowning.
Wei Yang stood in midair, lowering his head to stare at the gray-black vortex fading from his palm. His expression appeared calm, but deep down, his heart was churning like a raging storm. This gray-black power was something utterly unfamiliar—something he had never encountered before.
Its strength was terrifying, to the point that even Wei Yang himself felt a flicker of fear. It was absurdly powerful—completely unreasonable. It was a power far more potent than Dou Qi itself!
"The power of life and death, huh," Wei Yang murmured softly.
Using Eighth Tian Zun and Ninth Tian Zun as test subjects had proven beyond doubt—the effects of this power were astonishing. This was only Wei Yang's first contact with it. He had yet to truly master it, yet the results were already this overwhelming.
Simply terrifying.
Against Eighth Tian Zun and Jiu Tian Zun, it was as if he had performed a dimensional-level suppression. Wei Yang clenched his fists tightly, as though trying to hold onto that newfound strength. His eyes narrowed slightly.
Fortunately, this power was in his hands. Otherwise, if he ever faced someone wielding such a force, it would be a nightmare. As for whether killing the two Hall of Souls Tian Zuns—and Xuan Kongzi's earlier actions—had merely been a ploy to use him for revenge...it no longer mattered.
After all, even if Xuan Kongzi hadn't stepped in earlier, Wei Yang would never have let Eighth Tian Zun walk away so easily anyway.
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