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Staring at the two miserable corpses that were gradually losing all traces of life—

"Big Brother! Second Brother!" Ren He Zi’s face twisted in terror, his complexion pale as waves of shock and disbelief surged within his heart.

How long had it even been? Under the combined strength of Tian He Zi and Di He Zi—both dead already?

Ren He Zi’s pupils trembled violently. He could never have imagined that his two elder brothers, whose strengths had reached the peak of the Nine- and Eight-Change, would fall so quickly losing not just the fight, but their very lives.

Wei Yang slowly released his palm. The two mangled corpses floated in the air. He placed his hands on their heads and gently gripped. In an instant, two illusory soul bodies were forcibly pulled out of their skulls.

"Ah! Wei Yang, spare us!"

"Wei Yang, let us live! We’re willing to submit to you!"

The two souls screamed and begged for mercy, struggling and writhing desperately, yet they couldn’t escape Wei Yang’s grasp in the slightest.

"Submit? What use do I have for trash like you?" Wei Yang sneered coldly.

Souls like these—what could he possibly do with them? Servants? He didn’t lack any.

These wastes would even require him to waste effort refining new bodies for them.

With a casual wave of his hand, black flames emerged, wrapping around the two soul forms and forming blazing spheres of fire. He tossed each into a jade bottle, sealed them with a flick of his finger, and stored them away.

He then took the rings from their fingers, before also collecting their mangled corpses. After finishing, Wei Yang lifted his eyelids slightly and turned his gaze toward Ren He Zi.

Seeing his two elder brothers’ souls forcibly torn out before his very eyes, Ren He Zi’s heart was filled with overwhelming dread. At this moment, he abandoned all other thoughts. With a sharp roar, his fist suddenly blasted out.

Before him, the very void split apart with a tearing sound, forming a massive pitch-black spatial rift stretching dozens of meters across. That wormhole resembled a black, venomous serpent, flashing forward like lightning as it blasted toward Xiao Yan.

Without even looking back, Ren He Zi spun around and bolted straight into the spatial wormhole.

Chi la~

The enormous spatial wormhole streaked across the sky, but just as it was still over ten meters away from Xiao Yan, it was shattered into pieces by a single punch.

Raising his gaze, Xiao Yan saw that Ren He Zi’s figure had already disappeared into the depths of the dark spatial fissure. That guy had clearly gone insane—risking total disorientation and eternal entrapment by diving straight into the spatial layers.

"Think you can run?" Wei Yang’s cold laughter echoed. At once, a massive black hand, vast enough to cover the sky, slowly emerged.

Around it, faint grayish streams of mist swirled—like Buddha’s divine palm descending from the heavens. The colossal hand flashed through the void like lightning, reaching into the dark space and seizing the terrified, screaming Ren He Zi within its grasp.

Then, the giant hand slowly retracted.

"Wei Yang, let me go... Ah! Don’t push me too far!"

Ren He Zi first cried for mercy, but when he saw himself being pulled back out into the world again, his tone twisted into a venomous scream.

"Heh, too far? You speak of honor among thieves, yet you used women as furnaces to cultivate. That alone I could ignore—but every one of those women ended up aging rapidly and dying miserably. You... deserve death!" Wei Yang’s voice was ice-cold.

"Those are nothing but lowly ants. So what if they die? Ah—!"

Ren He Zi struggled wildly, yet it was like a monkey pinned beneath the Five Elements Mountain—no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t break free.

Meanwhile, a terrifying, strange power of annihilation seeped silently into his body, rapidly corroding away his life force. Under this eerie force of destruction, the Dou Qi within him melted away like ice before blazing fire—utterly unstoppable.

"What... what is this power?!" His limbs suddenly turned cold, weakness overwhelming his body.

"Ants? Yet now, in my eyes, you’re no different from them—pathetically weak!"

"No... no!"

"Thick Earth Bell!"

Though despair filled Ren He Zi’s heart, he hadn’t completely lost reason. His Dou Qi surged out madly. A moment later, a solid, earthen-yellow giant bell took form around him, barely pushing back the crushing grip of the black hand as he hid inside.

"Oh?" Wei Yang raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest flashing through his eyes.

Even under such conditions, this man could still muster some resistance—not bad. This so-called Thick Earth Bell seemed to be a decent earth-type Dou Technique, likely a Low-Level Heaven Grade defensive Dou Technique.

Otherwise, it couldn’t have withstood the corrosion of the Power of Life and Death. But unfortunately, the one using it was far too weak.

Wei Yang clenched his hand.

Crack, crack, crack—

The giant bell began to fracture, cracks spreading all across its surface as Ren He Zi’s face twisted in horror. Then—

Bang!

With a muffled explosion, the bell shattered completely.

Pfft!

The backlash sent Ren He Zi’s face pale as a sheet, a mouthful of blood spraying out as his aura plummeted into weakness. Blood dripped thickly from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were completely shredded by the crushing force.

His bare body was once again caught tightly within that massive hand that blotted out the sky.

"Wei Yang!" Ren He Zi glared at the owner of that hand with venomous hatred.

"Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me!"

His body couldn’t move, and his life force was fading fast. Ren He Zi knew there was no longer any hope of escaping today. His eyes turned blood-red, madness flickering within as his Dou Qi inside his body suddenly became chaotic.

This guy—he was actually trying to self-destruct!

"Brother Wei, be careful!" Xiao Yan shouted as his figure retreated rapidly.

If a peak Six-Change Dou Zun were to self-detonate, the resulting power would be unimaginable. In the distance, Yao Lao’s eyes also narrowed slightly as one hand extended forward, ready to act at any moment.

"No need." Wei Yang gazed coldly at Ren He Zi’s movements and tightened his hand once more.

Boom!

A boundless wave of annihilation surged into Ren He Zi’s body like a flood tide. In less than a heartbeat, all traces of his vitality were obliterated. The chaotic Dou Qi within him vanished instantly as well.

Ren He Zi’s eyes bulged, the last glimmer of life fading away as he cast one final, unwilling glance at Wei Yang. Then his head slowly drooped down.

Thus, the infamous Three He Demon Ghosts—known throughout Central Plains for their depravity and cruelty, who had destroyed the lives of countless talented young girls—were all annihilated this day.

Wei Yang calmly extracted the soul and sealed it, then took the storage ring from the corpse’s finger and stored the body away. The entire process was smooth and precise—completed within three seconds.

"Three Dou Zun corpses at the Nine Changes stage, and three Spirit Realm souls. Not bad." Wei Yang smiled faintly after finishing.

Corpses of those who had stepped into the Nine Changes stage were vastly superior to ordinary Dou Zun bodies, having undergone a complete transformation in quality. After all, the Nine Changes stage was the process of evolving from the mortal to the sacred.

The blood of such beings was, for most people, a priceless treasure. If he casually fed the peak Six-Change corpse of Ren He Zi to Du Jiao, who had already reached the peak of Five-Star Dou Zun, it would likely help him break through directly to the peak of Nine-Star Dou Zun.

As for the three Spirit Realm souls, there was no need to even mention it—they were valuable beyond measure. Souls of that level contained extremely dense soul origin essence. If he traded them with the Hall of Souls, he could definitely exchange them for plenty of rare treasures.

"Brother Wei!" Xiao Yan flew over with a broad grin on his face.

Wei Yang smiled lightly and opened his palm—three ancient storage rings lay quietly on his palm.

"Their rings—those old monsters’ rings!" Xiao Yan’s eyes lit up instantly as he rubbed his hands together excitedly.

At this time, Yao Lao also flew closer.

"Let’s leave first. The commotion here is too great. Before long, some powerhouses might be drawn over. Although we have nothing to fear, if word spreads that we possess the complete Fragment Map of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, it’ll surely bring us unnecessary trouble."

Yao Lao swept his gaze around the surroundings before speaking solemnly.

"Mm." Hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both nodded.

Xiao Yan forcibly suppressed the eager excitement in his heart. Now was indeed not the time to check or sort through their spoils. He knew that if this news were to spread, it wouldn’t just be "some unnecessary trouble."

If it were merely a single fragment of the map, that might be manageable—but what they held was the complete ancient map. That alone multiplied its allure countless times over. The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame—the stakes were far too high for it to be a trivial matter.

It was enough to stir the greed of even the Eight Ancient Clans.

"Let’s go!"

Without further delay, the three of them—master and disciples—moved simultaneously, their figures streaking across the horizon like flashes of lightning. In just a few flickers, they vanished beyond the edge of the sky.

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