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"Who?!"

The moment the calm voice that had pierced the Grand Array faded, Black Slaughter Master’s furious, alarmed roar erupted!

His pupils shrank. The Magical Power around him instantly boiled like an erupting volcano. Without a second thought, the void behind him twisted and collapsed, and a bizarre Realm Heaven instantly unfurled—a domain filled with a boundless, deathly black mist from which emerged countless hideous and terrifying phantoms of demons, ghosts, mountain sprites, and beastly souls, all floating and roaring.

This was his very own Lifebound Realm Heaven, the [Youdu Floating Luo Realm], which he had used to run rampant, created by devouring and undergoing Refinement on the souls of countless living beings and Earth Fiend Yin veins!

A black mist surged to the heavens as myriad phantoms wailed in agony!

The grim pressure of his Ghost Realm, combined with the suppressive force of the [Thousand Caves and Ten Thousand Mountains Array] under his feet, was like two primordial beasts. One from within and one from without, they roared as they sought to crush and capture the source of the voice!

The shock and anger on Black Slaughter Master’s face had yet to fade, now joined by a savage viciousness.

’I’d like to see just who dares to spy on the impregnable array I’ve laid, let alone provoke me!’

However, the thought had barely even formed.

The deathly black light from the [Youdu Floating Luo Realm] had erupted less than three feet.

PFFT.

A fair, slender hand had brazenly pierced through the [Youdu Floating Luo Realm].

In a flash of lightning!

That White Jade-like hand had already appeared behind Black Slaughter Master’s head.

And seized him by the vital point on the nape of his neck!

"Ugh...?!"

The savage smile and viciousness on Black Slaughter Master’s face froze completely, his eyes erupting with utter disbelief and shock!

His prized Realm Heaven, the protective demonic light he had spent centuries cultivating—under this hand, they were as fragile as paper-mâché!

Space rippled like water.

A figure, following the hand that gripped the neck, "walked" out of the void as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He wore a Deep Blue Daoist Robe, simple and unadorned, yet it whipped and fluttered in the harsh Northwest wind.

His ink-black hair was not tied up in a crown but hung loose, dancing in the wind and adding to his unrestrained air.

His face was young, his features distinct. It was Qi Yun!

But now, the forbearance he had shown in the sect, or the sharpness he had deliberately displayed, was completely gone. All that remained was a profound, immeasurable calm, as deep as an abyss and as steady as a mountain.

He didn’t even spare a glance for the Black Slaughter Master he held captive in his hand. His gaze casually swept over the grim and terrifying domain of a thousand caves and mountains, manifested by the [Thousand Caves and Ten Thousand Mountains Array].

The corner of his mouth curved into an incredibly faint arc.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly overpowered the wailing of the Yin Wind within the array and Black Slaughter Master’s heavy gasps.

"You call this... an Array?"

Before his words had even faded.

His right foot, poised in the void, stomped down with extreme casualness.

DOOOM!!!!

This was not the muffled thud of a foot hitting the earth, but a Dao Rhyme so heavy it made one’s Divine Soul tremble—as if it had struck the very veins of the Heaven and Earth Laws!

With the point where his foot landed as the epicenter, a ring of brilliant Array Patterns erupted and spread outward, imbued with an indescribable aura of antiquity, weight, dominion, and suppression!

Furthermore, a supremely tyrannical will, as if intending to suppress all realms of the cosmos and stabilize the very elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, spread out with the expansion of the Array Patterns!

The Northern Defense Array!

No, this was far beyond a Northern Defense Array in the ordinary sense.

This was an Array of Sublimation, integrated with Qi Yun’s own True Meaning of the Great Dao and possessing an even greater, supreme suppressive might!

CRACK... K-CRACK... BOOM!!!

A grating sound of shattering and a booming roar of collapse erupted simultaneously!

The deadly domain manifested by the [Thousand Caves and Ten Thousand Mountains Array]—composed of countless iron-colored peaks and deep caverns—under the tyrannical expansion of the four-colored Array Patterns and the impact of the supreme sealing will, was like a glass castle smashed by an invisible giant hammer. Brittle and utterly defenseless, it...

...shattered inch by inch!

The iron-colored peaks crumbled into dust that filled the sky; the thousands of caverns were annihilated, their suction force vanishing; the grim Dao Rhyme dissipated like ice and snow under the sun.

With just one stomp, one array!

The [Thousand Caves and Ten Thousand Mountains Array], which had trapped Qian Xin Master and Qing Li Master and served as the source of Black Slaughter Master’s arrogance, was like a fragile soap bubble, utterly crushed and annihilated with a gentle touch!

The gloom and oppression blanketing Heaven and Earth vanished in an instant. The harsh but clear daylight of the wasteland shone down once more.

Qian Xin Master and Qing Li Master, who had been trapped in the Array Hub and struggling desperately, suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies. The terrifying force of suppression and devouring had vanished without a trace.

The scene before them shifted. A gentle yet irresistible force had moved them to a position behind the figure in deep blue.

"Nephew Qi! You..."

Now free, the first thing Qian Xin Master saw was Qi Yun’s familiar profile, and Black Slaughter Master held in his grip like a chicken. Shock and joy filled his heart.

He was about to ask a question but was stopped by Qi Yun, who slightly raised his other hand.

Qi Yun didn’t even turn his head, his gaze remaining calmly fixed on the space before him.

At this moment, Black Slaughter Master—his neck still in Qi Yun’s grip, his Magical Power and Divine Soul completely sealed by the strange power flowing between those five fingers—suddenly let out a strange, low cry!

The black qi around him surged wildly and then exploded in an instant, transforming into countless strands of slippery, hair-thin black mist that slipped through Qi Yun’s fingers. Not far away, they re-coalesced into his form.

However, this re-formed body was noticeably more illusory, and his aura was weak and chaotic. His face was a mask of shame and fury.

He glared at Qi Yun, his voice trembling with extreme anger and humiliation:

"Qi Yun!! Junior!! How dare you humiliate me like this?!

I will fight you to the death today..."

His furious roar was still echoing across the wasteland, the final words of his challenge not yet faded.

The figure in the deep blue robe had already vanished from his original spot. In the next instant, he appeared directly in front of Black Slaughter Master.

Close enough to touch.

So close that Black Slaughter Master could clearly see Qi Yun’s bottomless eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were no longer calm. A Nine-Colored Divine Radiance, like that of primordial chaos at the dawn of creation, surged, flowed, and flickered between existence and annihilation within them!

All of Black Slaughter Master’s roars, all his vicious threats, all his resolve to fight to the death—gazed upon by these nine-colored eyes, so close—were instantly frozen, caught in his throat. They transformed into a bone-chilling cold that shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his skull!

Looking at the Black Slaughter Master before him, Qi Yun smiled faintly and asked softly:

"Fight to the death?"

He paused, his tone as casual as if he were asking about the weather:

"You think you’re worthy?"

The instant his voice fell, Qi Yun waved his great sleeve.

There was no earth-shattering fanfare, only a vast expanse of Nine-Colored Divine Radiance—as boundless as a descending Star River, as dense as ancient Profound Iron—that swept out from his sleeve!

In an instant, it completely enveloped and locked down Black Slaughter Master, along with the phantom of the [Youdu Floating Luo Realm] that had just re-formed behind him!

Black Slaughter Master discovered in horror that his connection to his Magical Power, to his Realm Heaven, and even to the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism had been forcibly severed and Sealed by this Nine-Colored Divine Radiance!

He was like an insect trapped in amber. Despite all his Cultivation, he couldn’t move a single finger. He could only watch helplessly as...

...he watched Qi Yun’s other, free hand press forward lightly.

Once again, there were no grand displays of light and shadow.

But Black Slaughter Master’s chest felt as if it had been struck head-on by a silently falling, primordial star!

PFFT—!!!

His eyes bulged, and a fountain of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs spewed from his mouth!

Like a broken puppet with its strings cut, he was sent flying backward, carving a tragic arc through the sky. His blood splattered across the air, dyeing the sands of the hundred-mile wasteland red!

Finally, with a BOOM, he slammed heavily into a low Stone Mountain in the distance.

The mountain collapsed, burying most of his body. His aura instantly weakened to an extreme, and it was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.

Qi Yun slowly withdrew his palm as if he had just brushed away a falling leaf.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering. His gaze did not linger for even a moment on the collapsed Stone Mountain. Instead, he looked toward the Wuji Holy Sect Master Mountain. His voice was calm, yet like an edict of the Celestial Dao, it spread clearly across the wasteland and rolled deep into the Holy Mountain:

"Have Black Mountain..."

"...come himself!"

...

BOOM—!!!

The very instant Qi Yun’s words fell!

From the direction of the Wuji Holy Sect, a terrifying pressure—hundreds, even thousands of times more powerful than the [Thousand Caves and Ten Thousand Mountains Array]—erupted like a slumbering, world-ending beast that had been thoroughly enraged!

Heaven and Earth suddenly changed color!

The entire sky seemed to have been splashed with a thick, indelible, dark crimson and a deathly leaden gray! The astral winds instantly froze, then transformed into countless black fissures tearing through the void!

The earth trembled violently, as if unable to bear the "weight" of something’s arrival, letting out a sorrowful groan!

Immediately after, under the gazes of countless terrified onlookers, a boundless and unimaginably heavy shadow slowly "rose" from behind the Holy Sect Master Mountain and began to press down on the wasteland!

It was not a cloud, nor was it light.

They were phantoms... phantoms of ancient Divine Demons shouldering towering Demon Mountains!

These phantoms were indescribably enormous, their heads touching the sky and their feet on the ground. Their muscles were gnarled like coiling dragon veins, and their faces were savage, wrathful, or indifferent. They were wreathed in a terrifying Dao Rhyme of savagery, tyranny, devouring, and suppression.

They silently took huge strides, each step causing the void to collapse and the earth to sink. Wielding a rolling momentum that could crush everything, they advanced step by step!

And at the very front of these ancient Divine Demon phantoms shouldering Demon Mountains—

—atop a real and tangible mountain peak, black as ink, craggy, and radiating an aura of death and decay that made all living things wither, a figure sat majestically.

He was dressed in a Daoist Robe of profound black, embroidered with mountain patterns. His long hair was unbound, whipping about wildly.

His features were archaic and unrefined, but his eyes were a heart-stopping expanse of dead silence. They were as deep as a ten-thousand-year-old frozen pond, without the slightest ripple, yet they seemed capable of devouring all light and life.

It was none other than the man currently acting as the head of the Wuji Holy Sect—Black Mountain Master!

He sat atop the Demon Mountain, backed by the phantoms of the Demon Deities that served as his honor guard. His dead-silent gaze pierced the hundred-mile distance like a pair of invisible Divine Spears, forged from the weight of a billion mountains, and pinned themselves on the figure in the deep blue robe who stood with his hands behind his back on the wasteland.

A boundless demonic might and mountainous pressure, like a tangible tide, rolled forth and swept over Heaven and Earth, instantly drowning and covering the air of calm and power that Qi Yun had just created by breaking the array and defeating his foe!

In the dead-silent air, Black Mountain Master’s voice rang out—low, slow, yet as grand as a million mountains grinding against each other. Every word smashed heavily into the hearts of all who heard it:

"Nephew Qi, you truly are... putting on quite a show!"

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