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"This is …"

The icy, viscous black fog billowed as it spread out like a mighty tide, causing all the experts present to narrow their eyes in disbelief and amazement.

The sudden change caused Gu Shentan and Pharmacist Han's bodies to shake violently. Shen Jiuyou, who was at the top, had a change in expression. Obviously, he recognized the source of the black fog.

It was the strange evil spirit that had been suppressed in Ye Hao's Sea of Consciousness and merged with the young man's soul in the Black Abyss Mountain Range.

In such a situation, Shen Jiuyou didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse. On the other side, Venerable Cangkun also felt that something was amiss. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and even slowed down his attack.

Of course.

At this moment, he was covered in a black mist, and his entire body seemed to be covered in a layer of frost. Wisps of bone-piercing coldness were drilled into his body like needles.

At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen that made him lower his head. A piece of rusted black metal pierced through his back, causing his clothes to be soaked in dark red blood.

"You …"

Zhou Wuyang's pupils constricted. He could not understand how a Burning Fire Stage's Slave Cultivator Youth was able to break through his Carefree Stage's body, and what the hell was that piece of black metal that looked like scrap metal?

After a short moment of being at a loss, Zhou Wuyang became furious. He was just about to use his full strength, but the young man laughed maniacally and struggled free from his grasp like a mud fish.

The intense pain made Zhou Wuyang grunt uncontrollably. His body was instantly drenched in cold sweat. He looked forward and stared at the young man's figure in shock.

In the overflowing black mist, Ye Hao was holding the Dragon King Knife, his whole body covered in blood, but he seemed to not feel any pain, and just stood there blankly. He took a deep breath with his eyes narrowed, and his body seemed to tremble uncontrollably from excitement, as an evil and crazy smile that did not seem to belong to him came out from his mouth. Finally … I finally … It's out! "

Hearing the voice, Shen Jiuyou, who was in the sky, let out a sigh, while the doubt in the eyes of Pharmacist Han and Liu Tie's eyes deepened. As for the various Dao experts, they also frowned, and some even unnaturally shrunk their necks.

As the laughter faded, the youth in the black mist suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer clear and dark, but were instead filled with a strange scarlet color. They were like two seas of blood, filled with an evil and awe-inspiring aura.

"Damned Slave Cultivator, how dare you steal from me!"

Zhou Wuyang's pale face was gloomy. The terrifying pressure from his Carefree Stage was like a storm that covered the sky, causing the black mist in the sky to be stirred as if there was an invisible hand behind it.

A majestic pressure descended on him, and the young man's body creaked as if he couldn't bear the heavy pressure. But this time, his body didn't bend in the slightest, like a javelin in a storm.

Zhou Wuyang's face turned even darker. He looked at the teenager who seemed to have completely changed his mind with a bewildered look, "Who the hell are you?"

The teenager played with the black metal piece in his hand, spinning it like a windmill, he said sinisterly: "It's not important who I am, you don't need to know, you only need to know, I will chop you to death."

"With just your Slave Cultivator?"

Zhou Wuyang was so angry that he started laughing, but before he could say anything, the young man let out a burst of mad, weird laughter. His figure seemed to have merged into the black fog that filled the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Wuyang's expression changed. As the power in his body exploded out, his hand reached forward without hesitation.

Bang!

In the faintly discernible black fog, a dull sound came out. Ye Hao appeared beside Zhou Wuyang like a ghost, his right leg whistled as it swept towards the former's head, but Zhou Wuyang extended his hand as if he was already prepared, his palm was like an iron hoop grabbing onto the youth's ankle, smiling sinisterly: "You can't run!"

Ye Hao grinned sinisterly as killing intent flashed in his crimson eyes. The Dragon King Knife in his hand slashed down with a bit of the true dragon's might, creating a pitch black rift in the air.

Facing this strange black metal piece, even with Zhou Wuyang's Carefree Stage, he did not dare to be careless. Fortunately, he had been prepared for this, the power of his right hand's domain directly went to meet the Dragon King Knife, like an invisible cage, trapping it within.

"Now, let's see what else you can do!"

Zhou Wuyang laughed sinisterly. With his Carefree Stage, all of Slave Cultivator Youth's methods were like ants in his eyes.

However, looking at Zhou Wuyang, who seemed to be in control of the whole situation, the youth's lips curled up in an evil and mocking smile.

Ka-cha! *0

The boy's right leg twisted like a fried dough twist, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. While his body was spinning at an angle that was impossible for a normal person to do, his left leg stomped heavily on Zhou Wuyang's face like a pile of dog shit.

Ugh!

In comparison to the pain in his body, he found it even more difficult to accept that he had been stepped on heavily by Slave Cultivator Youth on the face. With his Carefree Stage's strength and position, this was simply a humiliation he had never experienced before.

"You damned bastard, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Zhou Wuyang stopped his body in a pathetic manner and roared at the top of his lungs. However, the young man did not seem to care about this at all. His left leg was independent and his twisted right leg was directly reset.

"As expected of the Polar Arts! With such a strong body and yet you don't know how to use it, you're just a useless piece of trash. " The youth muttered softly, his scarlet eyes burning with passion.

Zhou Wuyang naturally couldn't hear the young man's mutterings, but the scene before him caused his pupils to constrict. It was only at this moment that he truly noticed, that although Slave Cultivator Youth's physique couldn't compare to his own in Carefree Stage, his strength seemed to be a little outrageous in terms of Burning Fire Stage.

And most importantly, not only was Slave Cultivator Youth's physique strong, even his recovery rate was abnormal. No wonder he dared to break his right leg. Even with the Heavenly Flame Sect, Wu Tie's body tempering method could be said to be unheard-of.

"Tsk tsk, you cut me into a thousand pieces? Let's not talk about whether you are capable of doing so, but most importantly, do you dare? "

While Zhou Wuyang was still in shock, the young man let out a strange, evil laugh, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch.

Indeed, Cangzu wanted this Slave Cultivator, he didn't dare take the risk of angering Cangzu by sending a corpse.

"Of course, even if you want to escape now, I will not let you go."

While Zhou Wuyang was feeling aggrieved, the youth in the black mist grinned sinisterly. The former also did not notice that a pair of strange, blood-red demonic eyes had quietly appeared within the black mist floating behind him.

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