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Tao Star Nine Souls
The out-of-control Yao Long was like a crazed beast, grabbing a Yang Master who was about to attack him with one hand and then plunging the other hand into his chest, directly pulling out his Heart.
The crimson Heart detached from the Yang Master's body, still faintly beating, but the Yang Master had already collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with terror.
Yao Long roared as he crushed the Heart in his hand, blood gushing forth and staining the dark insect armor before him a deep red.
The remaining three Yang Masters looked on in fear, stepping back a few paces and casting pleading glances at Er Ye, seemingly begging him to let them go.
Er Ye showed no signs of compassion, sternly reprimanding them, "You useless fools, kill him now! Otherwise, I will kill you!"
Seeing this, the three dared not delay any longer. One of them drew a slender sword from behind his clothing and unleashed all his strength, aiming for Yao Long's neck.
At that moment, Yao Long made no attempt to evade; instead, he charged directly at the slender sword.
Watching from the side, I knew this was bad. Even though Yao Long's insect armor was as hard as iron, being struck by a blade infused with Void Spirit power would surely cause injury, especially since the opponent was a fourth-level Yang Master.
"Don't be reckless! Get out of the way!" I shouted.
Before my words could finish, the slender sword had already pierced Yao Long's neck. However, it seemed that due to the smooth surface of the insect armor, the blade did not strike true at the throat.
Seeing this, Yao Long seized the slender sword and with a loud clang, snapped the gleaming blade in two, dropping it to the ground.
The three men seized the opportunity to launch fierce attacks on Yao Long from three different angles.
In an instant, light flashed as dust was kicked up by the force of their strikes, creating a thick fog that obscured my view of what was happening inside. However, based on my current perception of power and aura, I knew that those three had unleashed their full strength in an attempt to kill Yao Long.
"That's right! Kill him!" Er Ye shouted excitedly from the side.
"Shut up, you beast! Yao Long, run! Stop fighting and get out of here!" Though I shouted these words, I understood deep down that Yao Long would not be able to hear me now.
Lying in bed and listening to Yao Long's roars and the sounds of fierce blows amidst the dust and chaos, my heart twisted in anguish. I wished more than anything to recover immediately and confront that monstrous Er Ye for a fight to the death…
Just as I was feeling anxious, three mournful cries suddenly pierced through the dust, followed by the sight of three Yang Masters flying out of the haze.
"How is this possible? It can't be... Get up, you bunch of useless fools, get up!" Er Ye shouted, kicking violently at the three Yang Masters who lay on the ground, barely conscious.
"Er Ye, it seems you've lost. Now it's your turn," I said fiercely.
Upon hearing this, Er Ye's movements came to an abrupt halt. He casually pushed my father aside and shook off his clothes, saying, "This is indeed unexpected. I had intended to conserve my strength for the battle with the leader, but I didn't anticipate your friend having such power. Even I feel compelled to commend him..."
Before he could finish, Yao Long roared as he charged out of the dust cloud. At that moment, I clearly saw that his armor was covered in cracks, with many pieces even flaking off to reveal his skin beneath.
Now I understood why four fourth-level Yang Masters could not defeat Yao Long; it seemed he had unleashed both the Worm King and Hatred simultaneously. Fine tendrils of electricity danced across his exposed skin.
Yet even so, Yao Long was gravely injured. Earlier, he had been covered in insect armor, making it impossible to see his internal condition, which led me to mistakenly believe he had the upper hand. Now that I looked again, blood was flowing freely from his body.
"Yao Long... stop! Don't fight anymore; you'll die!" Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the blood streaming from the shattered insect armor.
Er Ye, seeing Yao Long's condition, couldn't help but laugh. "I see now; it seems your friend was just making his last words."
At that moment, Yao Long had already closed in on Er Ye and unleashed a punch with lightning speed. Er Ye remained unfazed and caught it with one hand.
The force of the punch was so great that it shattered the stone wall behind Er Ye into rubble, yet he remained completely unharmed.
"What should we do..." Er Ye said casually. "When you unleashed your power earlier, it did catch me off guard. But now it seems it was all for nothing. Hey, Shen Xu, your friend is truly remarkable; he must have known that neither of you could escape and chose to fight to protect you and your family. Aren't you moved by that?"
With that, Er Ye delivered a heavy knee strike that sent Yao Long airborne. The blow struck Yao Long's abdomen; the already cracked insect armor could no longer withstand the impact and shattered completely.
As Yao Long fell back down, Er Ye did not relent. He aimed another powerful punch at Yao Long's chest. With a series of cracking bones echoing through the air, Yao Long was sent flying and crashed heavily onto the stone bed where I lay.
"Shut up!" I shouted furiously as I exerted all my strength to move to the edge of the bed. Leaning down to look at Yao Long's bloodied face and his labored breathing, I anxiously asked, "Yao Long, how are you?"
"I'm sorry... I really tried my best, but..." Yao Long swallowed a mouthful of blood and slowly said, "But I really can't do it anymore. I'm sorry; I couldn't kill him..."
I could sense from Yao Long's tone that he had regained his senses, as the shattered carapace slowly peeled away from his face.
"You haven't done anything wrong, so why apologize..."
Yao Long continued, "Ever since Underworld returned, I haven't had much time to recover, so if I could have a little more time, I would definitely be able to kill..." At this point, blood surged from Yao Long's mouth, indicating that his life was hanging by a thread.
I hurried to comfort him, saying, "Don't talk. You'll be fine..."
Before I could finish, Er Ye, standing nearby, began to clap his hands. Pretending to wipe away tears with his sleeve, he spoke in a sarcastic tone, "What a touching friendship! Even I can't help but feel moved..."
"Shut up, you beast! If you have the guts, kill me too!" I shouted angrily.
"Kill you? It's still too early for that. Although you're bound to die eventually, it won't be now. However, I can reluctantly start by killing your friend and your family..."
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