BTTH : Emperor Yang

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”Mid-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique, Yellow Spring Palm?”

Sensing the space around him suddenly growing thick and viscous, Wei Yang’s eyes flickered. His figure flashed, appearing directly before the massive palm.

He bent slightly, then pressed his own palm forward. A colossal black-flame palm imprint manifested, slamming head-on into the incoming massive yellow hand.

Boom.

A violent soul storm erupted instantly. The black and yellow palms both shattered and dispersed.

”Demon Saint Huang Quan, show yourself. These tricks can’t do anything to us.”

After exchanging that one move with the Demon Saint Huang Quan, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan stood suspended in the air. Their gazes swept forward as their calm voices rumbled through the space like thunder.

Rumble~

The moment their voices fell, the earth in the distance swelled—and a mountain peak burst from the ground with a deafening roar. It rose straight upward until it stood level with the two of them. At the summit of the mountain sat a massive throne.

Upon it, a figure clad in a yellow fur robe sat upright and unmoving. A pressure so immense that even heaven and earth trembled slowly radiated from his body.

”Juniors, this is not a place you should have come to. Leave.”

The calm voice carried a terrifying oppression from the soul itself, quietly echoing in their ears.

Under that voice, faint ripples spread across the surface of Wei Yang and Xiao Yan’s soul bodies. The two remained silent, their gazes locked on the yellow figure sitting atop the throne. A moment later, both let out a slight smile.

Xiao Yan cupped his hands and said with a gentle smile, ”Senior, you may have once stood at the peak of this world, but right now, you’re merely a lingering obsession—just a remnant soul left behind.”

Wei Yang spoke mildly as well, ”We respect you as a senior, so we’ve been polite. But don’t think you can simply rely on your seniority. I’m sure you understand why we’re here.”

”Insolence! Two insignificant brats dare act so brazenly before me?”

At their words, the figure on the throne suddenly snapped open his eyes. An extremely powerful soul shock erupted like lightning, slicing toward them like blades.

”Child’s play,” Xiao Yan said with a grin.

”Pointless,” Wei Yang muttered with a frown.

They simply stood there, allowing the soul blades to slash toward them.

Bang! Bang!

The soul blades slammed against the Black Sun and the Six-Color Flame Lotus that guarded them, failing to even penetrate their external defenses.

”Playing these little tricks—does it amuse you?” Wei Yang said blankly.

”Senior, there’s no need for this. Give us the cultivation technique for Yellow Spring Divine Anger and the Demon Saint’s blood essence, and we’ll leave. You left these opportunities for later generations, didn’t you? Giving them to the two of us isn’t exactly a waste,” Xiao Yan said calmly.

”You want the Yellow Spring Divine Anger and my blood essence? Fine—defeat me first.”

The Demon Saint Huang Quan abruptly rose from the throne. The moment he stood, the entire space surrounding the mountain cracked apart.

”One at mid-stage Heaven Realm, one at late-stage Heaven Realm ... truly, in all these years, you two are the strongest souls I’ve encountered.”

”But it’s a pity. You both are still far from peak Heaven Realm. And my soul... has surpassed peak Heaven Realm and stepped into the Emperor Realm. How dare you challenge me?!”

”So it really is Emperor-Realm soul...”

Hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan exchanged a quick glance, their hearts pounding slightly. Shock flickered in their eyes.

An Emperor-Realm soul!

To cultivate one’s soul to such a level and still be alive—across the entire Dou Qi Continent, only Zhu Kun and Hun Tiandi fit that description. Demon Saint Huang Quan, rumored to have one foot in the Dou Di realm, truly lived up to his name.

”If you were truly the real Demon Saint Huang Quan, my senior brother and I naturally wouldn’t dare fight you. But now, you’re only a remnant obsession he left behind,” Xiao Yan exhaled and said.

”We’d like to see—how much power this Emperor-Realm remnant still retains,” Wei Yang added with a light smile.

”Senior brother, let me test his strength first.”

Xiao Yan stepped forward, stomping once—and his soul body suddenly expanded, swelling to hundreds of meters tall.

Like a towering giant standing between heaven and earth, he gazed down at the Demon Saint. His massive hand clenched into a fist and smashed toward him.

At the end of the Hundred-Cycles Reincarnation, Xiao Yan’s soul realm had reached early Heaven Realm. After two years of seclusion, using the Bodhisattva Heart to sanctify himself, his soul had advanced to mid-stage Heaven Realm, and he wasn’t far from late-stage Heaven Realm.

With this soul realm, he was already no weaker than Yao Lao—only a step behind Wei Yang. In other words, the two disciples of Yao Lao had now both surpassed their master. Xiao Yan’s full-force strike erupted with an astonishing momentum.

In the face of his attack—

”Presumptuous!”

The Demon Saint Huang Quan suddenly raised his head. With a furious roar, both palms slammed hard onto the ground.

Boom rumble~

In an instant, the earth of this strange space trembled violently.

Right after, the ground split apart. Countless gigantic palms burst out from beneath the surface, pouring down like a torrential rain as they smashed fiercely onto the soul giant Xiao Yan had transformed into.

A soul storm howled and swept across the space.

The fierce bombardment caused intense ripples to surge across Xiao Yan’s soul body. Fortunately, the six-colored lotus protected him, allowing him to barely hold on.

”Destroy!”

Xiao Yan didn’t dare be careless.

He opened his mouth and let out a shout. A surge of soul power carrying a scorching, strange force erupted outward, sweeping down like a raging storm. At the moment of impact, countless giant palms shattered instantly.

Even the trembling ground was forcefully suppressed and flattened by the overwhelming blast.

”The power of a Heavenly Flame?” Demon Saint Huang Quan’s expression shifted slightly as he frowned. He glanced at the six-colored flame lotus, then at the blurry black sun covering Wei Yang’s soul body not far away.

Things were becoming troublesome.

Everyone knew that the threat of a Heavenly Flame toward soul bodies was far greater than Dou Qi. When facing attacks made of soul power, Heavenly Flames naturally carried a suppressive effect, weakening the force of the opponent’s strike.

These two youngsters both possessed Heavenly Flames as protection. Ordinary methods simply couldn’t hurt them.

”It seems I’ll have to use my trump card, or I’ll really be looked down upon by these juniors.” Demon Saint Huang Quan sighed inwardly.

That thought flashed across his mind. With a look that was equal parts nostalgia and release, he swept his gaze across this strange space. Then, his hands formed a peculiar seal with lightning speed, and he raised it toward his lips.

”Not good! Xiao Yan, retreat!”

In the distance, Wei Yang, who had been watching intently, suddenly shouted.

Boom!

At the same time, the blurry black sun covering his body instantly condensed, becoming clear and solid. Its size swelled, fully enveloping his entire soul body.

On the other side, Xiao Yan reacted just as quickly. His pupils contracted, and the towering soul giant shrank rapidly. The six-colored fire lotus on his body condensed into a solid form, its six-colored flames erupting wildly.

Yellow Spring Divine Anger!

Immediately, an unimaginably terrifying ripple swept outward. Under this wave, the entire space collapsed instantly as if the heavens and earth were being torn apart. Its appearance was as if some divine being was erasing the world.

Sensing that eerie wave spreading outward, both Xiao Yan and Wei Yang felt their hearts tremble with fear. Their faces became extremely grim. Soul battles were far more dangerous than Dou Qi battles.

One misstep could result in severe damage—or even complete collapse—of the soul. That was truly fatal. Once the soul dispersed and consciousness faded, one’s life would vanish completely from heaven and earth, beyond any hope of saving.

At this moment, within this strange space, the two of them were essentially two soul bodies without physical protection... facing a High-Level Heaven Grade soul technique unleashed by the remnant soul of an Emperor-level expert!

They could clearly feel that a terrifying aura of fatal danger had descended.

The Yellow Spring Divine Anger— in ancient times, it was a technique that caused countless peak experts to turn pale upon hearing its name. Its reputation was by no means exaggerated.

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