Boom! A colossal storm of flames swept across the sky, and the terrifying heat made the originally moist earth dry and even begin to crack. Within a thousand yards around the peak of the meteor, aside from a few strong Saints, no one else dared to take a single step inside.
“The Lord of the Soul Temple… has actually been defeated…”
As they watched the storm of fire spreading in the sky, the entire mountain range fell into an eerie silence. Being hit by such a fierce attack head-on, even if the Lord of the Soul Temple managed to survive, the outcome wouldn’t be much better. In this duel, it seemed that the victor had already been determined.
Thinking of this, many people’s faces filled with gravity. The Lord of the Soul Temple was a well-known peak strongman in the Central Region for many years. His notorious reputation made countless forces in the Central Region tremble, solidifying the overwhelming position of the Soul Temple. However, now, this powerful figure who once wreaked havoc on the Central Region, had completely fallen at the hands of a young successor.
After this battle, the names of Xiao Yan and the Heavenly Mansion Alliance would undoubtedly become the center of attention in the Central Region.
“This child is extraordinary; perhaps it’s time for a change in the Central Region’s dominance.”
This thought flashed through the minds of many top elders and other experts from various sects. Their gazes toward the distant figure in the sky carried a mix of solemnity and respect. In this world, strength always reigned supreme!
On the peak of the meteor, many strongmen from the Heavenly Mansion were overjoyed. As they looked at the slender figure in the sky, their eyes filled with pride. Xiao Yan’s reputation within the Heavenly Mansion was precisely built through numerous battles. Today, the title of the spiritual leader of the Heavenly Mansion was truly fitting!
If this battle’s result were to be known within the Heavenly Mansion, it would undoubtedly cause a huge stir. Everyone understood the meaning of this battle. From now on, if the power hierarchy of the Central Region were to be re-evaluated, the Mansion might rank above the Temple!
In the future, the true hegemon of the Central Region would be the Heavenly Mansion Alliance!
In contrast to the Heavenly Mansion’s joy, the Soul Temple was despondently silent. The strongmen looked at each other in a daze. Not long ago, their reputation still dominated the Central Region, making any strong individual fear and dread. Yet, in such a short time, this dominant force had tasted the bitterness of defeat for the first time.
“See how you will explain this to the clan!” The face of Elder Demon Soul flickered between light and dark, feeling uncomfortable under the surrounding stares. With a sweeping gesture, he raged.
“The last one laughing is the real winner. If you don’t even have such patience, our Soul Clan would have vanished from this world long ago,” Demon Thousand Desolation, although his face was shadowy, remained calm. He cast a cold glance at Elder Demon Soul and scolded.
Hearing this, Elder Demon Soul’s lips quivered but eventually closed, his face filled with resentment.
Demon Thousand Desolation’s eyes turned icy-cold, and his withered fist slowly clenched. “Enjoy your victory now. Once our Soul Clan’s plan activates, your pitiful Heavenly Mansion Alliance will be annihilated with a snap of our fingers.”
As different thoughts swirled in the minds of those below, the fiery storm in the sky gradually dissipated. A charred figure was flung out from the center. Black and covered with ghastly wounds, the figure was barely visible through which its internal organs writhed. The aura was weak, obviously signifying a severe injury.
“Lord of the Soul Temple.” Gazing at the figure, everyone held their breath. Such a wretched state clearly belonged to the heavily struck Lord of the Soul Temple, indicating that he was clearly unable to continue the fight.
At this point, even the most optimistic Soul Temple fighters had lost all hope.
“Xiao Yan, I shall never forget this humiliation,” the Soul Temple Lord’s body helplessly tumbled towards the ground. Struggling, he opened blurry eyes, and a hoarse, weakened voice echoed, finally reaching Xiao Yan’s ears.
In the sky, Xiao Yan gazed indifferently at the descending figure of the Temple Lord. A glint of coldness flashed in his eyes. One must remove the roots to eradicate the grass. Although the Temple Lord was severely injured, the Soul Clan’s methods could restore him in mere months. If so, he might return to command the Temple to give Xiao Yan further trouble—a prospect Xiao Yan did not enjoy.
“Since you’re defeated, then leave your life here,” his killing intent surging, Xiao Yan darted towards the plummeting figure, a murderous intent visible.
“Xiao Yan, how dare you!” The sudden change shocked the Soul Temple side; they hadn’t expected Xiao Yan to be so ruthless, not only winning but trying to kill as well.
“Humph, for my clan’s blood debt, you’ll start repaying now.” Ignoring the shouting, Xiao Yan’s figure flashed, appearing above the head of the Temple Lord, striking down fiercely. A blow like this would shatter the opponent’s skull like a watermelon.
The Temple Lord, helpless and motionless in his severely wounded state, a look of fear filled his eyes, faced with the descending palm.
“Xiao Yan, you are courting death!” As Xiao Yan’s strike was about to land, a roar like thunder rumbled in his ears. Space twisted, and Demon Thousand Desolation appeared, swinging a withered fist aimed directly at Xiao Yan. It seemed he intended to force Xiao Yan to back off.
“Hmph!” Facing Demon Thousand Desolation’s attack, Xiao Yan’s eyes flashed with cold intent. Undeterred, his palm strike didn’t lessen in force. In an instant, Little I emerged on his shoulder, waving her small hands, sending out rows of lotuses, colliding fiercely with Demon Thousand Desolation’s punch.
Bam bam.
Waves of fire expanded from the collision, but Demon Thousand Desolation’s bony fist burst through and slammed into Xiao Yan’s chest like lightning.
Puff!
Severely impacted, Xiao Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. Despite Demon Thousand Desolation’s lethal intent, the interference of the fire lotuses prevented fatal damage. Simultaneously, Xiao Yan’s hand also smashed down on the temple lord’s head.
Bang!
With the full force of his palm, the defenseless Temple Lord’s head instantly exploded into a mist of blood. The residual energy rampaged, tearing apart his body utterly.
Without checking, Xiao Yan swallowed the blood, swiftly retreating backward.
“You wretch!” As Xiao Yan retreated, Demon Thousand Desolation saw the Temple Lord in pieces, his eyes turning red with murderous rage echoing in the air. Glaring at Xiao Yan, he grabbed, causing space around Xiao Yan to crumble, trapping him.
“Die!” With the space trapped, Demon Thousand Desolation’s figure flickered, appearing before Xiao Yan, sinister expression and all.
Xiao Yan’s eyes, full of malice, fixed on the sinister figure. Focused, he summoned the Lotus of Destruction in his hand…
“Demon Thousand Desolation, in battle, injuries and deaths happen. Do not break the rules,” said an old voice, and an image of an apprentice in green robes appeared. The calm voice belonged to Pill Tower Ancestor.
“Old Ghost, do you want to make an outright enemy of us?” Demon Thousand Desolation stared at him, speaking word by word, his voice frigid.
“Demon Thousand Desolation, threatening me will not work.” Pill Tower Ancestor smiled slightly in response.
Demon Thousand Desolation’s withered face twitched, realizing he couldn’t kill Xiao Yan with Pill Tower Ancestor’s obstruction. Casting a hateful glare at Xiao Yan, he seethed with deadly intent, “Xiao Yan, killing a member of the Soul Clan isn’t easy. In the future, your demise will be a hundred times more tragic than Xiao Xuan’s!”
“Thanks for letting me know,” Xiao Yan sneered, having heard similar words from the Soul Clan before.
“Humph, if we meet again, your Heavenly Mansion Alliance is sure to meet its end.” Snarling coldly, Demon Thousand Desolation turned, leaping to where the Temple Lord’s body lay, absorbing the soul fragments and landing grimly. Without another word, he left the Meteor Mountain Range, the other Temple members reluctantly following.
“It’s a shame, I couldn’t destroy the Temple Lord’s soul entirely…” Xiao Yan sighed, a bit regretful, doubting if the Old Guy could resurrect the broken soul using the Soul Clan’s means.
“Don’t be too greedy. The Soul Clan is not as easy to deal with as you imagine.” Pill Tower Ancestor turned to face Xiao Yan, shaking his head lightly. “I never believed anyone could handle the Soul Clan, but now, you, the Xiao Clan descendant, might just achieve what even Xiao Xuan could not complete in his lifetime.”
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