BTTH : Emperor Yang

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Boom!

Stones shattered and flew in all directions.

From the pile of rubble, Liu Cang staggered up in a sorry state, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face still pale with lingering fear.

That Black Wind Heavenly Flame... its power was terrifying.

Glancing toward the battlefield ahead where black winds howled and raged violently, Liu Cang’s eyes flickered—then he suddenly turned and bolted.

”You scum from the Profound Sky Sect, where do you think you’re going? Leaving your subordinates to die while you run for your life—some Vice Sect Master you are. That’s hilarious!”

A flash of golden light streaked through the air as a golden giant appeared, sneering. With a swing of his massive fist, he attacked.

”Damn it!”

Liu Cang could only curse helplessly. Stomping the ground beneath him, his figure blurred like a ghost, reappearing right in front of the golden giant. Clenching his fist, he struck out.

Great Hell Dragon Fist!

A massive black dragon manifested, roaring as it lunged forward. As long as he could withstand this one blow, he could seize the chance to escape!

The golden giant slowly lifted his head, his golden eyes cold and mocking. His massive fist, seemingly forged from solid gold, swung forward—no flourish, no technique, just pure, devastating power.

Boom!

The burst of energy surged like a tidal wave.

Pffft~

Liu Cang spat blood again, stumbling backward, disbelief written all over his face.

How... how could he be this strong?!

”Hmph.”

The golden giant let out a cold snort. His hatred for the Profound Sky Sect ran deep. Ever since he first arrived in Central Plains, he had clashed with their subordinate sect, the Profound Xuan Sect. Beat the small ones, and the big ones come looking for trouble—it was annoying as hell.

Since they’d met today, he wasn’t about to let this chance to vent his anger slip by. Each of his steps made the ground tremble. Brilliant golden light erupted from his body, and from afar, he looked like an enraged Vajra Buddha.

”Die!”

Without using any Dou Technique, every part of the golden giant’s body carried destructive power beyond comprehension. With a single casual punch, the surrounding space shattered, black cracks spreading in all directions.

Bang!

Wherever his golden fist passed, all of Liu Cang’s defensive techniques shattered instantly. The violent gale pierced through space and poured down upon Liu Cang’s body.

Pffft~

That terrifying power struck again and again, each blow forcing another mouthful of blood from Liu Cang. He couldn’t even run.

His body shot out like a fired cannonball, scraping across the ground before finally crashing to a halt nearly a hundred meters away. But before he could even catch his breath, the golden giant’s thunderous footsteps came after him once more.

On Liu Cang’s pale face, fear and despair slowly surfaced. He could faintly sense it—this golden giant was toying with him, like a cat playing with a mouse. Indeed, that was exactly what was happening.

Xiao Yan wasn’t even using his full strength—he was deliberately tormenting his opponent.

Ever since he started cultivating, he’d been the underdog, constantly fighting opponents stronger than himself. Finally having the chance to completely dominate someone for once, he wasn’t in a hurry to end it.

Honestly... crushing someone like this felt pretty damn good.

For a moment, Xiao Yan could finally understand Wei Yang’s thrill in overwhelming his enemies. That intoxicating feeling of absolute dominance—it was addictive.

”Who the hell are you?! My Profound Sky Sect has no quarrel with you! We can talk this out!” Liu Cang struggled to his feet, his face pale. Seeing the golden giant approaching again, panic surged in his chest, and he shouted desperately.

”Shut up. Be a good punching bag.”

The golden giant’s massive steps thundered as he advanced. His colossal shadow loomed over Liu Cang like Death itself, cold eyes staring down mercilessly.

Liu Cang swallowed hard.

In the next instant, a gigantic golden fist expanded rapidly within his pupils. Before he could even say another word, that iron fist, carrying monstrous power, crashed into his chest.

Boom~

Liu Cang’s chest visibly caved in.

The Dou Qi shield enveloping his body was utterly useless at that moment. The overwhelming force poured into his body like a raging tide, and in the blink of an eye, his internal organs—and even his bones—were pulverized into dust.

Pfft~

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of shattered organs spewed from Liu Cang’s lips. On his twisted face remained a trace of despair and ferocity—but in his eyes, the light of life quickly faded away.

”You...”

Even until his death, he couldn’t figure out why. He had only wanted to bring some men along to catch two women for fun—how did it come to this?

”He died just like that? What a weakling.” The golden giant curled his lip in disdain.

Wei Yang stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, Medusa and Xian’er by his side.

The members of the Flower Sect had gathered together, watching as the people from the Profound Sky Sect were brutally crushed. Their hearts were filled with pure satisfaction.

Yun Yun withdrew her gaze from the battlefield and looked at Wei Yang, a complicated expression flashing across her face.

That year, the Tier 6 Alchemist from the Jia Ma Empire—

In the blink of an eye, he had become someone she now had to look up to.

Back in the Jia Ma Empire, he had already been the brightest among his generation. Now, even in Central Plains, it was still the same—an existence that seemed unstoppable. Truth be told, the destruction of Yun Lan Sect... Wei Yang had been one of the key figures behind it.

Although Yun Shan had brought it upon himself, since Yun Lan Sect was the one that provoked the conflict first, and even joined hands with the Hall of Souls to annihilate the Xiao Clan—such an end was indeed self-inflicted. No one else could be blamed.

In the end, Yun Shan also died at the hands of a Hall of Souls Protector—dog biting dog—but Yun Lan Sect was ultimately destroyed by Wei Yang’s hand.

That was undeniable.

That day, when the Black Sun exploded and reduced the entire Yun Lan Mountain into a sea of fire and ruins—Yun Yun could still remember that scene vividly, even now.

Especially the words Wei Yang had spoken to her that day: ”Leave the Jia Ma Empire. Go anywhere you want, but never come back.”

The reason she and her disciple ended up in Central Plains was, in truth, because of him—they had been exiled. Now, standing before him again, she didn’t even know what to say.

To say she hated him?

Yun Yun found she couldn’t. She didn’t even have the strength to hate him. After all, as one of the main figures in that whole event, even Xiao Yan—the true spark that started it all—she couldn’t bring herself to hate him either.

How could she hate Wei Yang? But to say she held no resentment at all? That would be a lie.

All in all, the grievances between them were tangled and unresolvable, impossible to explain clearly. In the end, everything could only turn into a soft sigh. Yun Yun bent slightly and said, ”Thank you, Mister Wei, for saving us.”

Beside her, Nalan Yanran bit her lip lightly, helping Yun Yun stand while keeping her head lowered. Yet, from time to time, she secretly lifted her gaze to steal glances at Wei Yang. Truth be told, Nalan Yanran’s emotions were even more complicated.

Everything—absolutely everything—had started because of her withdrawal from the engagement years ago. Back then, in the Jia Ma Empire, she had actually harbored feelings for Wei Yang. Saying she had a crush on him wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

It wasn’t strange at all. She was a young girl in her tender years, and it was only natural for her to admire someone brilliant and extraordinary.

Besides, she wasn’t the only one who had felt that way. The two princesses of the Imperial Family, Ya Fei, and even many noble ladies of the capital—how many of them hadn’t secretly admired him?

After all, in the entire Jia Ma Empire, among the younger generation, even the most outstanding like Gu He’s personal disciples—were far inferior compared to Wei Yang.

Whether it was under their elders’ influence or their own hearts’ choice, Wei Yang had been someone worthy of admiration. But back then, Wei Yang never even spared a proper glance at those noble girls.

Because of that, Nalan Yanran had once felt indignant. She had vowed to work hard and prove herself, so that one day, Wei Yang would finally look at her differently. Yet now... that thought had long since vanished.

The gap between them was far too great—so great that even the idea of chasing after him felt meaningless. As the two women’s hearts swirled with mixed emotions, Wei Yang merely gave a faint nod.

His gaze swept over them briefly before he spoke calmly, ”You’re thanking the wrong person. I wasn’t the one who wanted to save you. The one who did... is someone else.”

As he said this, he slightly tilted his chin toward the golden giant. ”He’s the one you should be thanking.”

”Hmph.” Medusa snorted coldly.

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