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"Fall!"

"BOOM!!!"

A massive, tyrannical wooden shackle descended from the heavens. Imbued with a Daoist Intent that suppressed all others, it viciously tore through the air as it fell!

The enormous, cyan phantom of the wooden shackle had yet to fully land.

Yet the terrifying pressure had already crushed the small temple’s dilapidated roof, causing it to crumble and shatter.

Immediately after, a second, a third... a total of five Dragon-Binding Shackles!

Each one faster than the last, they fell like a series of merciless sledgehammers.

RUMBLE—!!!

A deafening roar filled the air as the strikes blended into one. The already crumbling little temple, under this brutally continuous bombardment, was instantly flattened like a paper-mache toy.

Bricks, stones, and wooden beams disintegrated into dust, kicking up a sky-blotting cloud of smoke and debris!

"Who is it?!!"

From within the dusty ruins came Wu Yushan’s furious and astonished roar. His voice was hoarse, filled with pain and disbelief.

’The hiding spot I just found... is being subjected to such a direct and violent assault!’

The instant he roared, the Array that Qi Yun had laid beforehand activated!

The Trapped Dragon Rock Array flared with brilliant light.

A thick, earthy-yellow barrier of light instantly rose, enveloping the entire ruined area.

It sealed the area off from the outside. A powerful binding force permeated the space, making the very air within feel as thick as glue!

The Illusionary Array activated at the same time.

A grayish-white Mist materialized from thin air, distorting light and interfering with Divine Sense, making it difficult to lock onto the blurry scene at the heart of the ruins!

Wu Yushan had just forcefully blasted away the broken beams and rubble pinning him down. He emerged from the ruins covered in blood, his aura even weaker than before.

He was just about to use an Escape Technique to flee when he felt his body tighten as if caught in a swamp, his speed drastically reduced.

At the same time, when he sent out his Divine Sense, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean—he couldn’t discern any direction!

"An Array?! You rat! How dare you ambush me!!"

His eyes looked like they would split from fury; his heart was filled with shock and rage.

’This is a premeditated attack!’

But Qi Yun’s attacks came one after another, like a raging storm.

Wood Element Command Skill—Void-Piercing Cone!

SWISH SWISH SWISH—!

Dozens of Void-Piercing Cones, glowing with an evil-breaking light, pierced through the Mist and shot toward Wu Yushan’s vitals from all kinds of tricky angles!

Wu Yushan roared, forcefully mustering his remaining True Essence. The Yin Sha Qi around him roiled and transformed into several distorted Ghost Head Shields, blocking most of the Void-Piercing Cones.

But a few still penetrated his defenses, leaving several bloody holes in his already battered body.

The tyrannical Power of Evil-Breaking made his wounds sizzle, a pain that went straight to the bone.

Sand Iron Skill—Sword and Spear Hell!

Qi Yun didn’t pause for a moment, pressing his hands down through the air.

A torrent of black Iron Sand surged as if it were alive, instantly condensing into dozens of massive black blades and chains. Like a nest of snakes, they slashed and coiled toward Wu Yushan from all directions.

The grinding of the Iron Sand produced a sharp, grating noise that set one’s teeth on edge.

Wu Yushan’s expression changed drastically. Not daring to take the attack head-on, he struggled to dodge within the confines of the trapping Array.

At the same time, a string of Skull Beads flew out from his sleeve.

The Skull Beads grew larger in the wind, letting out shrill wails as they crashed into the Sand Iron Blades.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Skull Beads and the Sand Iron Blades destroyed each other, exploding into a cloud of bone dust and black sand.

Nanming Demon Fire—Incinerate the Eight Desolations!

Qi Yun formed a sword-hand gesture. The dark red Demon Fire Sword Qi no longer condensed into a single point, but transformed into a surging wave of fire that swept toward Wu Yushan, blotting out the sky.

This flame, both Supreme Yang and supremely evil, was the perfect counter to Yin Sha Qi.

Sensing the terrifying might of this horrific Demon Fire, a flicker of pained reluctance crossed Wu Yushan’s eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The blood mist transformed in mid-air into the phantom of a ferocious Yellow Springs Fierce Ghost, which lunged at the Demon Fire.

HISSS—!

The Fierce Ghost phantom let out a piercing shriek as it rapidly dissolved in the Demon Fire, but it managed to neutralize most of the fiery wave.

Skull Curse—Bone Corpse Explosion!

Qi Yun’s spell changed again. Nine cackling White Bone Skeletons flew out one after another, their eye sockets flickering with suicidal madness as they fearlessly crashed into Wu Yushan.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The continuous explosions were deafening!

The resulting storm blew away all the surrounding dust and smoke.

"You there, you little thief! How dare you?!"

Wu Yushan had gone completely berserk. He knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, or he would certainly die here today.

He no longer cared about the risk of his Dao Foundation shattering.

He began to desperately activate the Secret Skills of the Yellow Springs Netherworld.

"Netherworld Ghost Claw!"

A giant, pitch-black ghost claw condensed from pure Yin Qi and resentment tore through the Mist, reaching for Qi Yun’s true body with a bone-chilling cold!

"Night Parade of Hundred Demons!"

Countless twisted, wailing Low Tier Ghost Shadows swarmed out of his body. They lunged in all directions, frantically battering the Trapped Dragon Rock Array’s light barrier, trying to break through the blockade with sheer numbers!

"Yin Sha Soul Burning Skill!"

With a vicious howl, Wu Yushan even began to burn parts of his remaining Divine Soul in exchange for a temporary burst of power.

The aura around him climbed once more.

Streaks of Yin Thunder shot from his hands like venomous snakes, blasting toward Qi Yun.

Qi Yun’s expression was grim. His body flickered between its state of Gathering Form and Scattering Qi and physical form, narrowly avoiding one deadly attack after another.

Under Wu Yushan’s frenzied assault, the Array shook violently. The light barrier flickered, and much of the Mist was dispersed.

The battle had reached a fever pitch.

Above the ruins, Yin Wind howled, Demon Fire raged, Iron Sand danced wildly, and wooden phantoms stood like mountains!

Both men used every skill at their disposal in a life-or-death struggle.

Each collision unleashed astonishing fluctuations of aura, further demolishing the surrounding rubble.

Wu Yushan looked like a mad demon. Black blood began to seep from his seven orifices—the backlash from his shattering Dao Foundation was beginning to show.

As for Qi Yun, though his face was a little pale and his breathing slightly disordered, his eyes grew ever brighter. Like a hawk eyeing its prey, he calmly searched for the perfect moment to deliver the fatal blow.

Wu Yushan was a spent force.

This ambush was about to reach its end.

"TSSST!"

Wu Yushan barely managed to parry a tricky Nanming Demon Fire Sword Qi with a Yin Wind finger strike. The collision of the finger wind and Sword Qi produced a harsh, sizzling sound of dissolution.

His body trembled violently. The color drained from his face, leaving it a deathly gray.

The prolonged, fierce battle and the forceful casting of spells.

The already unstable Dao Foundation in his Dantian Purple Mansion was now crying out, unable to bear the strain.

’I can’t keep fighting.’

’If I keep forcing my Magical Power, it won’t just be a matter of my Dao Foundation collapsing and my Realm regressing.’

’It’s very likely my Dao Foundation will shatter completely, and I’ll die right here.’

Suppressing the agony, Wu Yushan abruptly retreated some distance. He endured the tearing pain in his Purple Mansion and shouted in a hoarse, urgent voice:

"Stop! Your Excellency, stop!"

Qi Yun’s assault slowed slightly. The Iron Sand swirled around him as his gaze locked onto Wu Yushan through the thinning Mist, but he said nothing.

Wu Yushan panted heavily.

"Your Excellency, you only want to kill me for the treasures and valuables I carry."

"I... I am willing to give everything I have... to Your Excellency."

"All I ask is for you to spare my life. What do you say?!"

Hearing this proposal, Qi Yun’s first instinct was to roll his eyes internally.

’What nonsense is this? If I kill you, won’t everything be mine anyway?’ 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But just as he was about to strike again and finish him off, a thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.

His eyes shifted slightly, and the corner of his mouth curved into an imperceptible smirk.

He then deliberately lowered his voice, making it deep and raspy as if he were tempted:

"Oh? Everything you have?... Very well. I am, after all, mainly here for riches, not necessarily to take your life."

"If you are willing to hand over everything obediently and swear a Heart Demon Vow to never seek revenge."

"Sparing your life... is not entirely out of the question."

As he spoke, the sharp killing intent around him seemed to genuinely recede. The speed of the swirling Iron Sand also slowed, giving the impression that he was willing to negotiate.

Hearing this, a barely perceptible trace of venomous hatred flashed deep in Wu Yushan’s eyes, but his face showed ecstatic relief as he nodded repeatedly:

"Thank you, Your Excellency! Thank you for your magnanimity!"

"I’ll swear the vow right now, and I’ll get my things!"

As he spoke, he slowly reached for his storage ring.

His movements seemed slow, as if due to weakness and excitement.

But his remaining True Essence was secretly and stealthily flowing to a certain spot in his sleeve.

Qi Yun also appeared to lower his guard. The Iron Sand around him dissipated further, and he even drifted slightly closer, as if to get a better look at what the other man was taking out.

Just as the atmosphere seemed to ease and the distance between them closed to a critical point—

"Junior! Go to hell!!"

The feigned amicability on Wu Yushan’s face was instantly replaced by a savage snarl.

The hand reaching for his storage ring suddenly whipped out!

A black streak of light shot out like lightning. It was not a treasure, but a Soul-Loss Nail that emanated an aura of extreme evil and filth!

This nail specialized in breaking Protective Gang Qi, corrupting Magical Artifacts, and eroding the Divine Soul.

It was his most insidious, hidden trump card!

At almost the exact same moment!

A cold glint erupted in Qi Yun’s eyes. His left hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve forming a spell, suddenly swung forward!

Wood Element Command Skill—Empty Wail!

OMMMM—!

Centered on his outstretched palm, a strange phenomenon occurred on the ground before him.

In an instant, dozens of strange, colorful, enormous flowers sprouted.

These flowers resembled the heads of glaring lions, their layered petals creating an eerie beauty.

Just as the Soul-Loss Nail was about to hit Qi Yun.

All the lion heads suddenly opened their cavernous mouths.

A wave of sonic power—formless and intangible, yet incredibly thick and condensed—roared out.

This sound wave didn’t affect the eardrums.

Instead, it passed directly through the flesh to strike the Divine Soul and Sea of Consciousness!

"ROAR—!!!"

It was as if dozens of invisible lions were simultaneously letting out a roar that shook the very soul.

Wherever the sound wave passed, visible ripples of distortion appeared in the air!

The incoming Soul-Loss Nail was hit head-on by this terrifying sonic wave. The black light surrounding it instantly dimmed, and its speed dropped dramatically, as if it had been plunged into an invisible mire!

And Wu Yushan, who bore the brunt of the attack, was hit even harder!

"AHHH—!" He let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his head as black blood seeped from his seven orifices.

His Divine Soul, already on the verge of collapse, felt as if it were being brutally pierced and churned by countless red-hot iron needles under the assault of the Empty Wail, a skill specifically designed to target the Soul Body.

Even more terrifying was the tyrannical and violent Daoist Intent belonging to Situ Huaji within his Purple Mansion, which had been provoked multiple times.

Under the stimulation of this soul-piercing sound wave, it was like a lit powder keg, and it exploded!

"NO—!!!"

Wu Yushan’s eyes filled with endless fear and despair. Assaulted from both within and without, his already fractured Dao Foundation let out a final, irreparable shattering sound.

His Dao Foundation had collapsed!

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