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"Not bad." Wang Yi did not remain silent any longer, as a dangerous aura suddenly rose from the depths of his heart, boundless and profound; it was a very peculiar feeling.
"This Nedan has also fallen into your hands?" Emperor Xie's calm voice gradually turned colder.
"Indeed."
"Xiao Xingyun, I do not know whether you are arrogant or what, but to choose to cooperate with you is perhaps the most foolish decision of his life." Emperor Xie's voice had completely turned cold; although it was very calm, it was filled with murderous intent.
"In fact, the truly foolish one is you, because you have underestimated everyone." Wang Yi's voice suddenly turned icy, like a biting north wind sweeping through the entire hall.
"!"
A muffled sound echoed, and a burst of flames suddenly erupted in the pitch-black hall. Immediately after, an incessant noise rang out, and in the blink of an eye, the vast hall became brightly lit.
"Hahaha..."
At the moment the lights came on, a proud, arrogant, and imperious laughter resounded behind Wang Yi.
Wang Yi narrowed his eyes and slowly turned around. As he turned, the Sword of Slaughter scraped against the white jade floor, creating a shower of sparks, and the crisp sound echoed in the quiet hall.
When Wang Yi turned around, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in a Dragon Robe sitting on the golden throne. He sat there motionless like a mountain, his square face bearing a smile that flickered in and out. His sword-like eyebrows hinted at an overwhelming aura that surrounded him, making one's heart race.
Wang Yi looked at this imposing middle-aged man in the Dragon Robe, his pupils constricting slightly. He vaguely sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Emperor Xie.
"Prince, listen carefully; this Bastard has already touched upon the edge of the Void-Viewing Three Realms. Strictly speaking, his strength surpasses that of a half-step Void-Viewing Three Realms Ghostly Daoist." Fire Spirit said solemnly.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi's pupils constricted even more as his gaze flickered with sharp light. He did not expect that despite Emperor Xie's severe injuries, he had fortuitously glimpsed the supreme realm of the Void-Viewing Three Realms.
"Boss, do you need my help?" A youthful voice emerged from Wang Yi's Sea of Consciousness, it was Spirit Fire.
"Not urgent," Wang Yi replied telepathically.
"But..." Spirit's voice carried a hint of worry.
"Don't worry, I won't seek death. At the critical moment, we can merge again," Wang Yi reassured.
"Tell this king your name?" Emperor Xie spoke with authority, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
"Wang Yi," Wang Yi replied calmly.
"Wang Yi, very good. Your talent is the strongest I have seen in over a hundred years. If nothing unexpected happens, you are very likely to reach my level, or even surpass me," Emperor Xie nodded, his voice commanding as if his words were divine decree. "But today, you must die."
After a pause, a cold glint flashed in Emperor Xie's eyes. "However, this king values talent. As long as you are willing to surrender Spirit Fire and submit to me, I will spare your life and even allow you to become the North King of slaughter. What do you say?"
"Not interested," Wang Yi shook his head and replied indifferently.
"Hmph." Emperor Xie snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly radiating a piercing cold light that seemed almost tangible, shooting into Wang Yi's eyes.
"Swish!"
The air felt as if it had been pierced by that blinding cold light.
"Whoosh."
Wang Yi focused his mind, channeling his powerful Soul Power into a dazzling beam of light that shot out like a lightning bolt.
"Crash!"
Two sharp soul attacks collided with each other, unleashing an invisible Soul Power.
"I didn't expect your Soul Power to be so strong. Have you cultivated any soul-related Martial Arts?" Emperor Xie said, slightly surprised, his gaze fixed on Wang Yi as he asked coldly.
"You don't need to know that," Wang Yi replied.
"Seeking death!" The flames of anger in Emperor Xie's heart were finally ignited by Wang Yi. A sinister expression appeared on his square face as he crushed the Dragon Lying Down beneath his Palm Leaf-like hand into powder. He slowly rose, resembling a king who had just subdued his enemies, stepping down the stone steps while looking down at Wang Yi as if he were gazing at his subjects.
"One step!"
"Two steps!"
"Three steps!"
Emperor Xie walked down slowly with his hands behind his back. There was no fluctuation of Primordial Energy around him, but the momentum emanating from him surged like a torrent in midsummer, showing no signs of stopping. An invisible and insurmountable aura gradually rose from him, heavy as a mountain, pressing down towards Wang Yi and enveloping the entire hall.
The invisible aura was as heavy as mountains and peaks, as vast as the sea and waves, unmatched.
"Hahaha..."
A wild, arrogant, and ambitious laugh echoed from Emperor Xie's mouth.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, a circle of invisible waves rippled out from him like a tide. With a buzz, it transformed into a milky-white blade of light that viciously slashed towards Wang Yi's waist.
"Crack!"
The milky white blade of light contained power surpassing that of a Half-Step Nirvana Realm Expert, tearing through the air like lightning, shattering the airflow, and appearing before Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's expression was calm as water, his eyes slightly narrowed, a glint of sharpness flashing through. The Primordial Energy within him surged violently, erupting like a tsunami or a landslide.
This force contained his most ferocious strike at its peak, capable of shattering mountains and eclipsing the sun and moon.
"Rumbling!"
The two forces collided at an incredible speed, like two towering mountains crashing into each other, akin to raging waves crashing against the shore. The sound was deafening, the air was sucked out, the airflow was vaporized, and everything in the hall was obliterated like passing clouds.
"Boom!"
At the moment when the massive Primordial Energy clashed together, an invisible shockwave surged upwards like a Mushroom Cloud.
Accompanied by the rumbling sound, debris turned to ashes, revealing a pitch-black night sky above, dotted with stars. The night light was cold and clear, and the icy air faintly revealed a chilling aura of slaughter.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
In the night sky, frenzied cries for blood swept across the entire expanse, mingling with screams, the sounds of Gold Iron clashing, and pleas for mercy, creating a symphony of death.
"Die!"
Amidst the cries of battle, a chilling word "death" was uttered from the mouth of Emperor Xie.
As the word left his lips, the temperature in the air immediately dropped, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Before the sound faded, Emperor Xie's entire body surged with Primordial Energy, transforming into a phantom that vanished without a trace.
Wang Yi stood in the cold air, his clothes crackling as he gripped the Sword of Slaughter, which radiated a dense killing intent, ready to strike!
"Bang!"
A fist shadow silently appeared before Wang Yi. Instinctively, he brought the Sword of Slaughter across his chest just as an iron fist slammed against the blade, erupting in a burst of dazzling sparks. A tremendous force surged into Wang Yi's heart, causing him to tremble as his blood boiled within him. He staggered back repeatedly, a mouthful of blood threatening to spill forth, but he managed to suppress it.
"Heh heh, it seems your strength is indeed not as simple as it appears on the surface. I suppose an ordinary Transcendence Realm Ninth Level warrior is no match for you," Emperor Xie’s imposing figure emerged, golden light illuminating him like an ancient golden deity. "Unfortunately for you, you have encountered me; today is destined to be your day of death."
As he spoke, a cold killing intent suddenly erupted from Emperor Xie's eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Wang Yi's body. With a hiss, a golden lightning bolt shot forth from his fingertip, racing toward Wang Yi's forehead like a golden flash.
"Die!"
Wang Yi felt his mind go blank for an instant, losing all sense of awareness.
"Wake up!" Fire Spirit shouted angrily, resonating in Wang Yi's mind like a clarion call.
"Boss, wake up quickly!" The spirit's youthful voice revealed urgency.
"Ah!"
Wang Yi immediately awoke, feeling a chill run down his spine and cold sweat break out on his forehead. Seeing the golden light shooting toward him, he swung the Sword of Slaughter in response.
"Clang!"
The sharp Sword of Slaughter struck directly against the golden light, causing Wang Yi's arm to tremble, nearly slipping from his grip.
"Screech!"
A shower of sparks flew from the blade of the Sword of Slaughter.
"Boom!"
At the moment the golden light shot out, Emperor Xie chuckled, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth. His fist, carrying an unmatched Fist Wave, smashed forward with a thunderous sound, crashing down onto Wang Yi like a giant rock. The latter immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his body arcing through the air before crashing to the ground.
All of this seemed slow but actually occurred in the blink of an eye.
"Hehe, Wang Yi, this is what happens to those who oppose me—death!" Emperor Xie looked down with a regal demeanor, coldly staring at Wang Yi and said, "I will ask you one more time: do you wish to surrender?"
"Slaughter Sword Technique!"
Wang Yi glared coldly at Emperor Xie, his heart roaring with anger. The Sword of Slaughter swung out like a whip, vibrant blood energy surged forth like a river of blood towards Emperor Xie.
"Crack!"
Emperor Xie sneered coldly, casting a disdainful glance at Wang Yi. He slowly extended two fingers and with a clang, he managed to pinch the Sword of Slaughter between them.
"Damned brat, die."
A cold voice filled with murderous intent escaped from Emperor Xie's lips.
"Ah!"
Looking at those cold and emotionless eyes, Wang Yi let out a roar, and primordial energy surged wildly from his body, driving the Sword of Slaughter. However, he was unable to pull the Sword of Slaughter from Emperor Xie's fingers.
"Boss!"
Accompanied by a youthful voice, a burst of Azure Flame suddenly erupted from Wang Yi's eyes, like two volcanic springs.
"What?"
The speed of Spirit Fire was incredibly fast, reaching Emperor Xie in an instant. But unexpectedly, his figure flickered and vanished into thin air.
Seeing this, disappointment appeared on Wang Yi's face. Emperor Xie's strength had far surpassed the Pinnacle of the Ninth Layer of Transformation Realm, having comprehended Spatial Law. His speed was astonishingly fast, and Spirit Fire could not catch up at all.
"Boss, are you okay?" Spirit Fire transformed into a dog shape, standing in front of Wang Yi with concern.
"I'm fine," Wang Yi replied with a nod.
"Damn it, how could you possibly tame Spirit Fire?"
Emperor Xie looked at the dog with unabashed greed in his eyes. Pointing at Spirit Fire, he coldly said, "Submit to me or die!"
"Woofer Woofer Woofer."
Upon hearing this, Spirit Fire's eyes glowed with a fierce light as it bared its teeth at Emperor Xie, looking quite menacing.
"In that case, I will completely erase your intelligence," Emperor Xie said ominously.
Suddenly, a powerful hand appeared, and a force of Suction emerged from nowhere, enveloping Spirit Fire.
“Woof Woof Woof…” In Spirit Fire's bright eyes, a human-like gaze emerged as it called out, “Boss, save me.”
“Prince, entrust your body to me.”
An aged voice echoed in Wang Yi's Sea of Consciousness.
“Buzz!”
An invisible force suddenly surged from Wang Yi, shattering the silence like a terrifying tsunami.
“Rumbling!”
Wang Yi's eyes sparkled with brilliance, exuding an unmatched aura. With a swift motion of his hand towards the air, the invisible Suction immediately dissipated with a hissing sound as he declared, “Merge with me.”
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