Urban Wolf King

Upon seeing Ouyang Feiting, Ouyang Qiu hurriedly rubbed her eyes, afraid she was mistaken.

But after taking a closer look, Ouyang Qiu was truly stunned.

Because the aura of Ouyang Feiting was heavy, indeed it was not a mistake, she truly had the cultivation of a Demon Venerable!

In an instant, all the words of blame that rushed to Ouyang Qiu's lips immediately froze, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting gently embraced, like newlyweds reluctant to part. After a tender goodbye, Wang Yan soared into the sky, flying towards the distance.

Ouyang Feiting watched Wang Yan's silhouette, clasped her hands, and placed them in front of her chest. She kept her gaze on Wang Yan's figure until it became a dot on the horizon and then disappeared.

Only after Wang Yan had completely disappeared did Ouyang Qiu come back to her senses. She walked over to Ouyang Feiting and asked, "Feiting, what level is your cultivation now?"

Ouyang Feiting replied, "Mom, I am now Mid-Tier Demon Venerable."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Qiu's eyes widened. Although she had some suspicions, hearing Ouyang Feiting say it herself was like thunder in her ears.

Just two days ago, Ouyang Feiting was only at the level of Demon Emperor. In a mere two days, she had not only surpassed the Demon Saint but reached Demon Venerable, and at mid-tier no less.

What exactly did Wang Yan do to allow Ouyang Feiting's cultivation to advance so rapidly in just two days?

After hesitating for a moment, Ouyang Qiu asked, "Feiting, what have you and Wang Yan been doing these past two days to improve your cultivation so dramatically?"

Hearing Ouyang Qiu's question, Ouyang Feiting's face turned red like an apple, and she lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito: "Unspeakable!"

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By this time, Wang Yan had already flown several hundred miles south and was suspended above the vast, blue sea at the heart of the South Sea.

At this moment above the sea, there was nothing in the surrounding area for miles around.

But Wang Yan knew that Wu Ancestor had already seen through a Soul Skill that Ying Zheng would appear here today.

Therefore, Wang Yan was lying in wait here for Ying Zheng like a hare awaiting a rabbit.

Time passed slowly, and as the sun rose to its peak, a black shadow appeared on the horizon, flying from afar.

Though separated by a hundred miles, Wang Yan immediately recognized the familiar aura; the black shadow flying over was undoubtedly Ying Zheng.

Wang Yan saw Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng saw Wang Yan.

Upon seeing Wang Yan, Ying Zheng's figure visibly paused, then accelerated towards Wang Yan, fearing he would escape.

A hundred miles was but a moment's distance for Ying Zheng, who had the cultivation of a Demon God.

Ying Zheng's figure became clearer, and before long, he stood face-to-face with Wang Yan.

"Hahaha, I thought I would have to wait a hundred days to seek my revenge on you, but I can get my revenge so soon—it fits me perfectly." Ying Zheng laughed heartily.

Wang Yan merely smiled faintly and said, "This suits me as well."

Seeing Wang Yan so calm, Ying Zheng frowned, first looking around and realizing there was no one else but Wang Yan. Ying Zheng's expression relaxed: "Without Wu Ancestor Li, you alone want to defeat me?"

Wang Yan nodded lightly and said, "Of course."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly and said, "Back then when I left Xianyang, it was because I was deceived by you. My Soul Capturing Armor was not controlled by you but by your Soul-Breaking Spear."

With those words, Ying Zheng stared intently at Wang Yan, trying to discern any sign of panic in his eyes.

Originally, Ying Zheng had fled the Underworld not only because Wang Yan had absorbed one of his Golden Flowers, but more importantly because his reliance on the Soul Capturing Armor had lost control.

Losing the Golden Flower could be cultivated back, but losing the Soul Capturing Armor meant the foundation of his cultivation would collapse.

So, Ying Zheng fled in a panic.

However, Ying Zheng was a master strategist, having lived for three thousand years with an extraordinary intellect.

After calming down post-escape, Ying Zheng quickly understood the situation. His Soul Capturing Armor had not lost control; there was a profound connection between the Soul Capturing Armor and Wang Yan's Soul-Breaking Spear.

Realizing this, Ying Zheng was ecstatic and immediately wanted to claim the Soul-Breaking Spear as his own.

However, with his cultivation reduced to just one Flower, and Wang Yan being with Wu Ancestor Li, he couldn't contend with them alone, so he came to the South Sea.

The reason he came to the South Sea involved a huge secret, known only to him.

Encountering Wang Yan alone in the South Sea was indeed a pleasant surprise for Ying Zheng.

Killing Wang Yan, seizing the Soul-Breaking Spear, reclaiming the Golden Flower on top—these were all fantasies Ying Zheng had played out countless times in his mind, realizing his revenge so quickly was unexpected.

Though his heart blossomed with joy, when Ying Zheng looked at Wang Yan, he only found a calm demeanor, completely devoid of any panic or fear.

Ying Zheng sneered coldly, "Wang Yan, I've uncovered your background, so why keep pretending?"

Wang Yan raised the corner of his mouth, chuckled coldly, and said, "Ying Zheng, three thousand years ago you united the Central Plains, what wisdom you possessed. Why, after living three thousand years, have you become so conservative?"

"What do you mean?" Ying Zheng's eyes grew cold, a fierce light shining in them.

"Since I am here waiting for you, of course, I've long had everything in hand. Do you think you will win?" Wang Yan replied.

"Audacious! Last time you succeeded only because of your sly and treacherous ambush. This time, you won't be as lucky. Even though you stole my Golden Flower, time is still too short—how can you compare to my three thousand years of cultivation?"

Ying Zheng, being a once-in-a-generation emperor, had a sharp eye, and this speech indeed was factual, considering Wang Yan's age could never compare with Ying Zheng's profound foundation.

Anyone hearing Ying Zheng's speech would lose all confidence and fighting spirit.

But this time, Ying Zheng made a miscalculation because the person standing in front of him was no ordinary man.

Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Alright, then let me experience your three thousand years of foundation now."

"Good!" Ying Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he immediately shouted: "Fifth Soul Skill—Burning Books and Burying Confucians!"

With those words, Wang Yan felt the entire space before him suddenly change. He saw himself transformed into a scholar in green robes.

And before Wang Yan was a massive pit.

At this moment, scholars dressed similarly to him were being pushed into the pit one by one, and Wang Yan was standing at the edge, about to be pushed in.

Seeing this, Wang Yan smiled faintly and said, "It's merely a Soul Skill turned into an Illusion Realm, nothing more."

After saying this, Wang Yan's body swayed, trying to escape this place.

However, Wang Yan's expression changed because he discovered he had no cultivation at all and had really become a scholar who couldn't even truss a chicken.

In the moment Wang Yan hesitated, two soldiers immediately grabbed him and threw him into the pit.

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