Urban Wolf King

Facing Ying Zheng's chilling killing intent, Wang Yan likewise looked at him calmly and said, "You're barely worth me making a move once."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng gave a cold snort. The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing murderous intent.

Since he had decided to kill, Ying Zheng would no longer hesitate. His right palm lifted, five fingers clawing toward Wang Yan, and a palm formed from Divine Power grabbed toward Wang Yan.

It was not a Soul Skill, not a Magical Treasure, just an ordinary grab.

Seeing this, Wang Yan's heart relaxed slightly.

So it seemed Ying Zheng had no idea of his true cultivation.

After all, unleashing Divine Power was a fatal attack for any Demon Cultivator below Demigod.

But for Demon Cultivators above Demigod, it was extremely commonplace and could be dodged at will.

In a fit of rage, Ying Zheng should be using his most reliable strike. Yet he merely used a Divine Power grab—clearly he still believed his target was only a Demon Venerable.

Facing the Divine Power grab, Wang Yan could have broken it with extreme ease, yet a grave look appeared on his face.

Wang Yan raised his hand, and the Chaos Bell appeared in his palm. With a slap of his hand, the Chaos Bell immediately let out a humming sound.

With that humming, layer upon layer of invisible sound waves flew out, striking the Divine Power palm before him.

Although the incomparably powerful Chaos Bell could defeat the Guard Corps, when it struck that Divine Power-condensed hand, it was utterly useless, like a breeze blowing across the Divine Power hand, only able to make it pause for a heartbeat.

Wang Yan couldn't help but be shocked; his body hastily retreated, constantly dodging the pursuing hand.

But that hand clung to him like a shadow, always chasing right behind Wang Yan.

If not for the Chaos Bell being able to make the Divine Power giant hand pause for a brief moment, Wang Yan would likely have already been seized by that Divine Power grab.

By now, Wang Yan had become somewhat bedraggled, retreating again and again.

But the palace was only so large; eventually, Wang Yan ran out of room to retreat.

Helpless, Wang Yan could only circle around the ninety-nine-step high platform.

As if unintentionally, Wang Yan was driven onto the high platform by the Divine Power giant hand, drawing closer and closer to Ying Zheng.

Yet in his anxiety, Wang Yan seemed not to notice that he was getting closer and closer to Ying Zheng.

Standing atop the high platform, Ying Zheng stared coldly at Wang Yan, letting him come within a few steps. Just as Wang Yan was about to reach him, Ying Zheng lifted a hand and said coldly, "Go die."

With that, another giant hand condensed from Divine Power grabbed over, reaching for Wang Yan.

At this moment, before and behind Wang Yan, two giant hands grabbed simultaneously; there was no longer any path of retreat.

Just then, Wang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up. He laughed loudly and said, "Ying Zheng, you've fallen for it."

With that, Wang Yan tossed the Chaos Bell upward and directly charged toward the giant hand in front of Ying Zheng.

With a single "puff," that Divine Power giant hand was pierced straight through, and Wang Yan charged directly to Ying Zheng's face.

An expression of surprise appeared on Ying Zheng's face as he said, "So you're actually at the cultivation of a Demon God as well."

However, before Ying Zheng could finish speaking, Wang Yan had already flashed to his front. Demon God-level cultivation surged from his body, and behind Wang Yan, two purple Butterfly wings suddenly appeared.

The two purple wings closed in toward Ying Zheng, immediately enclosing him within.

As long as these two pairs of wings trapped Ying Zheng inside, Wang Yan was confident he could severely wound him.

Yet Ying Zheng's face showed a trace of contempt as he said, "It's a pity you haven't even reached the Realm of One Flower."

With that, Ying Zheng pointed both hands, each finger aimed at one pair of purple wings.

Those two pairs of purple wings were immediately pinned in place by Ying Zheng's fingers, unable to move forward.

Wang Yan couldn't help but be taken aback, then cried out in shock, "So you already knew I wasn't at Demon Venerable level?"

Ying Zheng raised a brow, asking with interest, "Correct. But I'm curious—how did you figure it out?"

Wang Yan said, "You saw my Chaos Bell and weren't the least bit surprised. That shows that after I entered the Heaven-Reaching Giant Peak, every battle of mine was completely under your watch."

Ying Zheng smiled smugly and said, "Exactly. Your every move never escaped my eye. The only reason I let you live until now was to find out what your true cultivation was. A real pity—your gap with me is far too great. Now, you can die."

But at this moment, a similarly smug look appeared on Wang Yan's face as he said, "Pity, while you were pretending, so was I."

Seeing Wang Yan's expression, Ying Zheng couldn't help but frown, asking in startled doubt, "I don't believe it."

But before he could finish speaking, on the ninety-nine-step high platform, Array Flags suddenly flickered into existence and then vanished immediately.

Though they flashed for only an instant, Ying Zheng saw clearly that there were actually a hundred thousand Array Flags all around him.

"So while you were 'fleeing' just now, it was all to set up these Array Flags."

Wang Yan gave a faint smile and said, "Exactly."

Ying Zheng's face turned cold as he said flatly, "A hundred thousand Array Flags may be powerful, but to me, they're nothing."

With that, Ying Zheng stomped his right foot, and the ninety-nine-layer high platform began to rumble and rotate. As it spun, an enormous force manifested, radiating outward in all directions.

Wang Yan only let out a cold laugh and said, "You think I never considered this high platform?"

As Wang Yan spoke, the ninety-nine-layer high platform suddenly exploded with a boom, collapsing and shattering into countless chunks of stone.

Wang Yan and Ying Zheng were left with no choice but to hover in midair.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, only to see that among the rubble, countless red ants had appeared at some unknown point in time.

It was precisely these ants that had gnawed apart the ninety-nine-layer high platform.

Even as the high platform crumbled into falling rubble, these ants continued devouring, endlessly chewing through the broken stones of the platform.

Ying Zheng's face turned ashen, but he gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "Even with this, you still cannot defeat me."

Wang Yan gave a faint smile and said, "It's a pity you forgot about another Magical Treasure."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered. He immediately cried out, "Not good—the Chaos Bell."

Just now, when Wang Yan had pretended to be caught between two giant hands, he had thrown the Chaos Bell away, and it had vanished from sight.

At this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly thought of it, but it was already too late.

A humming sound suddenly rang out above his head, and then a massive Yellow Bell descended from the sky, instantly enclosing Ying Zheng within it.

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