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At this moment, the entire area of Kunlun Ruins was filled with a strange and cold black fog, enveloping all the powerhouses there. Even the Peak of Carefree experts, in the midst of this black fog, felt as though their five senses and the Spiritual Sense were being greatly restricted.

Of course, although the black mist was strange, the experts on all sides still did not give up. The nearly thirty experts of Peak of Carefree were either silent or howling in anger, each of them pushing the power in their bodies to the extreme, wanting to break Han Wudi's spatial shackles.

And at the very top of the sky, the resplendent Great Tao Rune, as well as the unfathomable Spiritual Array continued to collide with each other. The terrifying energy ripples caused the space to constantly collapse, and even though Venerable Cangkun had activated the Nature's Mystery Dish to its limit, he was still unable to break through Shen Jiuyou's barrier.

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, a shrill cry suddenly came from the black mist below, making all the experts' hearts jump. Even Venerable Cangkun couldn't help but curse, "What a piece of trash!"

"The voice just now... is it Heavenly Flame Sect's Zhou Wuyang? "

"What happened next? Why is the strength of the Slave Cultivator so strange? "

"This is just right. Let Zhou Wuyang drag it out while we finish off Han Wudi as soon as possible!"

"..."

The powerhouses from all sides had different thoughts, but Zhou Wuyang, who was below, continued to howl furiously, and his left side was almost bitten into pieces by a huge mouth made of fangs condensed by the black mist. If he did not wake up at the last moment and fully activate his Carefree Stage and cultivation s, he would really have lost.

"Damn it!" Who exactly are you? "

Zhou Wuyang's face was ashen, he stared straight at the face formed from the black mist which merged into the black mist and strangely disappeared, even the Spiritual Sense of his Carefree Stage could not detect any trace of it.

That method had already exceeded his expectations. At that moment, Zhou Wuyang was certain that there was some unknown change that happened to Slave Cultivator Youth.

Facing Zhou Wuyang who was flustered and exasperated, the young man only laughed maniacally. His scarlet eyes revealed a strange excitement, like a prisoner who had suddenly regained his freedom after being imprisoned for many years. His body charged out again.

"You're courting death!"

One after another, he was injured by a Slave Cultivator of Burning Fire Stage. Even though his heart was filled with unprecedented fury, "It is indeed not good for me to kill you, but I can cripple you first and then hand you over to Cangzu!"

Boom!

Zhou Wuyang's clothes billowed as a majestic pressure emanated. His palm seemed to be filled with a mysterious power as it clawed towards the youth.

In that instant, the Void Space seemed to have turned into a quagmire, causing Ye Hao's ghost-like figure to instantly slow down.

This was the power of space. Although it was far from being as terrifying as Han Wudi, every single expert who stepped into the Carefree Stage was able to comprehend the most rudimentary power of space.

Obviously, Zhou Wuyang had lost all patience for the cat and mouse game, "Little bastard, come over here!"

Zhou Wuyang laughed sinisterly and suddenly clenched his fist. Instantly, it was as if there was an invisible shackle on Ye Hao's body that dragged him back like a kite.

"Hmph, wait until I break your four limbs, then I'll bring you to the Cang Clan!"

Zhou Wuyang's face unconsciously revealed a greedy expression. He didn't notice the trace of cunning that appeared in the depths of the boy's scarlet eyes.

Bang!

Finally, after a few short breaths of time, Ye Hao seemed to have completely lost all ability to resist under Zhou Wuyang's shackles. He was forcefully dragged in front of the former and grabbed onto his neck.

"Now, I want to see where you can run to!" With a murderous look in his eyes, Zhou Wuyang grabbed the boy by his neck with his right hand while his left hand reached out for his arm with a terrifying power.

However, facing such an attack that was so close to his face, his scarlet eyes did not reveal the slightest trace of fear. Instead, the corner of his mouth curved up in an evil and awe-inspiring smile, and with a twist of his body, he suddenly leaned towards Zhou Wuyang, his back pressed tightly against his chest.

Zhou Wuyang was slightly startled when his palm missed. However, he was not worried because his hand was still tightly gripping onto the boy's neck. Everything was still under his control.

"Hehe, no matter how much you struggle, it's useless. Ants are ants after all!"

Zhou Wuyang looked at the young man who was pressed up against his chest with an unfriendly gaze. He thought that everything the former had done was to trap beasts, so there was no point in doing that.

However, just as he finished speaking, a sneer even appeared on his face. Suddenly, he saw the young man strangely raise both of his hands and the rusty black iron piece in his hand was stabbed towards his stomach.1

"You …"

The scene of the youth committing suicide caused Zhou Wuyang to be slightly stunned. He immediately realized something and his expression changed. An intense pain surged from his abdomen.

Zhou Wuyang stared at the boy that was right next to him in disbelief. Perhaps it could be said that he was staring at the piece of black iron that was about to be rusted. At this moment, only a small piece of it was exposed.

He couldn't imagine that Slave Cultivator Youth would make a move like this, not even sparing to pierce through his own body. This method of risking one's life was filled with madness and bloodshed, who would use a method that could injure their enemies one thousand times?

It was simply unreasonable!

"Hehe, what happened to your arrogant face just now?" The youth tilted his head slightly, his scarlet pupils carrying a teasing look. With a crazed and sinister laugh, he shouted, "Explode for me!"

Bang!

With a strange muffled sound, Zhou Wuyang felt a terrifying blade aura burst out from the black metal piece in his stomach, crushing his internal organs and even half of his body.

Zhou Wuyang screamed miserably. Although he possessed the Carefree Stage's cultivation, facing Slave Cultivator Youth right now, the deepest part of his heart could not help but feel a tinge of fear.

This fear did not come from the suppression of the cultivation, even Zhou Wuyang himself did not know the reason for it. However, after this fear appeared, even he was unable to control his Carefree Stage.

Roar!

Zhou Wuyang shouted as his body exploded under the destructive power of the saber. Amongst the Blood Fog that filled the sky, his soul rushed out like a meteor, escaping towards the location of the various elite practitioners with unparalleled speed.

"You still want to leave?"

The teenager laughed maniacally. The moment the Dragon King Knife was pulled out from his abdomen, the rolling black fog seemed to be attracted in some way and formed a strange vortex, trapping Zhou Wuyang's soul completely.

"No …" "Let me go …"

Zhou Wuyang screamed in fear, but under the endless black fog, his voice disappeared mysteriously after a short while. Finally, Ye Hao held onto the Dragon King Knife and sucked the black fog into his mouth like a whale sucking water.

"The soul of the Carefree Stage is truly nostalgic." Ye Hao casually glanced at the wound on his abdomen, then shifted his gaze to the black metal piece in his hand. He grinned evilly, "Dragon King Knife, not bad."

After muttering to himself, the youth looked at the Kunlun Ruins behind him, then looked at the various experts in the sky. His scarlet eyes could not help but reveal a deranged excitement.

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