, Suppressing Two Great Dou Zongs with a Single Move! [Please Subscribe!]

Chapter 72, Suppressing Two Great Dou Zongs with One Hand! [Please Subscribe!]

Yunshan's smile from not long ago vanished, replaced by a chilling aura.

"I thought you were Yun'er's friend, which is why I treated you with such courtesy. I never expected you to be such an arrogant and rude person. Do you really think my Yunlan Sect has no one else?"

"teacher!"

Yun Yun was startled and blurted out.

Yunshan ignored her, her gaze fixed intently on Su Ye.

"Today you have trespassed into my Yunlan Sect and attempted to force your way into the forbidden area. How can my sect tolerate you!"

Yun Yun quickly stepped between the two and hurriedly explained.

"Teacher, please calm down! Young Master Su is a guest I invited. There is still room for negotiation on this matter."

"Hehehehe————"

A cold, eerie laugh came from outside the hall.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

A thick cloud of black mist surged in from the palace entrance like a ghost, moving at an incredible speed.

Wherever the black mist passed, the candles in the hall went out at the same time, leaving a few wisps of smoke to slowly dissipate in the air.

The temperature in the entire hall plummeted.

The black mist suddenly stopped a foot in front of Yun Yun, churning and condensing into a human figure.

Beneath the black robe and hood was a blurry, soul-like entity, with only a distorted face outline vaguely discernible.

The face had no features, only a pair of eerie green eyes that flickered in the darkness, like two will-o'-the-wisps floating in an abyss.

A chill emanating from the depths of the soul spread from the black mist, enveloping the entire hall.

It wasn't a physical chill, but a sinister aura that directly invaded the mind and eroded the soul.

Yun Leng felt a chill run down his spine, as if countless cold hands were reaching out from the ground and pulling at his soul.

The second elder was even worse off; his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his lips turning purple and his pupils dilating, unable to even stand up.

His gaze was fixed on the figure in black robes.

Yun Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

This aura—

Her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She had never seen such a bizarre existence before; its cold, decaying feeling seemed to come from the deepest hell, more terrifying than death itself.

"you----"

As soon as Yun Yun finished speaking, Protector Wu waved his sleeve.

The vast black mist transformed into a giant hand, slamming Yun Yun away.

Caught off guard, Yun Yun let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and collapsed onto the plaza outside the palace.

"Yunshan, your disciple is far too indecisive!"

Protector Wu gave a sinister smile, his green eyes turning towards Su Ye.

A struggle flashed in Yunshan's eyes, but when he thought of the hidden danger within his body that could strike at any moment, that struggle was replaced by ruthlessness.

A surge of azure battle qi erupted from his body, condensing into a massive, tangible sword above the main hall.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the sharpness of it.

Yunlan Sect's ultimate technique, Extreme Wind - Meteor Strike!

The protectors of the Wu tribe attacked simultaneously.

His black robe billowed, and the black mist around him transformed into countless ferocious ghost hands, grabbing at Su Ye from all directions.

Wherever the ghostly hand passed, the air hissed and corroded, leaving behind dark burn marks in the space.

Each ghostly hand had a blood-red eye open in its palm—an eye of resentment formed from the countless souls devoured by the Soul Palace.

Hundreds of bloodshot eyes stared at Su Ye at the same time.

The low wails and cries echoed through the hall like a death knell from hell.

The souls refined by the Soul Palace struggled and twisted within the ghostly hand, emitting silent screams.

Their faces appeared and disappeared in the palm of the ghostly hand; there were men, women, young and old, and every face was frozen with the despair and fear of dying.

The combined power of the two Dou Zong masters was astonishing.

The entire hall shook violently under the impact of the energy.

"What a den of rats and snakes!"

Su Ye raised his right hand, his five fingers spread out, and an invisible Daoist aura spread from his palm.

The countless ghostly hands and the giant azure sword shattered inch by inch the moment they touched this Daoist aura.

The ghostly hand exploded, the resentment dissipated, and the black mist receded like the tide.

The cyan sword blade began to disintegrate from the tip, shattering into tiny specks of light that drifted in the air like fireflies.

Yunshan's pupils contracted sharply.

How is that possible!

For the first time, horror appeared in the green eyes of the protector.

His Soul-Devouring Ghost Hand contains the Soul Palace's unique soul-corroding power; if an ordinary Dou Zong were to be struck by his palm, their soul would be directly torn out of their body.

But the boy in front of us simply raised his hand and turned everything to nothing!

Su Ye loosely clenched his fists.

"boom!"

The entire main hall collapsed with a roar.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.

The massive beam broke in the middle, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar, carrying with it broken tiles and dust.

The disciples on the square scrambled backward, screams rising and falling.

Yunshan and Wu, the Dharma Protectors, were struck as if by a heavy blow, and their bodies flew backward.

Yunshan crashed through three stone walls before barely managing to stop himself. He knelt on one knee amidst the rubble, vomiting blood. His gray robe was covered in dust and bloodstains.

Protector Wu fared even worse. His black robe was completely torn apart, revealing a blurry humanoid soul beneath.

The spirit flickered on and off, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Just one move.

Both Dou Zong were seriously injured!

Amidst the smoke and dust, Su Ye's blue and white Taoist robe remained spotless.

In the square, Yunyun struggled to her feet, the blood at the corner of her mouth still wet.

She stared at the ruined main hall, at Yunshan who was coughing up blood, and at the flickering soul, her eyes filled with disbelief.

All of this happened too fast.

From Yunshan's sudden change of heart to Protector Wu's appearance, from the two Dou Zong joining forces to being crushed by Su Ye in one move, it all happened in just ten breaths.

Before she could react, the battle was over.

"teacher----"

Amidst the ruins.

The spirit of Protector Wu flickered violently, and his green eyes surged with horror and regret.

He originally thought that with Yunshan and himself, the two Dou Zongs would be enough to defeat this young man.

But that brief exchange made him realize something.

This young man is no ordinary Dou Zong.

This level of strength is probably close to that of a Dou Zun!

No, it's even stronger!

"No—I can't die here!"

A look of madness flashed in Wu's eyes.

His indistinct soul began to expand and contract at an eerie speed, as if accumulating something.

Outside the ruins.

Yunshan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

He looked down at his chest.

There were no external injuries whatsoever.

But the pain was more intense than any sword or blade, as if something was tearing at his internal organs, peeling his soul inch by inch from his body.

"What—what did you do to me?!"

Yunshan screamed, his voice filled with terror.

Protector Wu sneered, his green eyes narrowing into slits.

"Heh heh—Yunshan, do you think the Soul Palace's pills are so easy to swallow?"

"I'll borrow your soul for a day!"

"No!!!"

Yunshan let out an extremely shrill scream.

A phantom human figure was forcibly pulled out of his physical body.

That was his soul form, transparent and twisted, with a frozen expression of fear and resentment on his face.

The soul twisted and struggled in the air, but could not resist the strange suction force from the secret technique of the Soul Palace.

The disciples in the square witnessed this scene.

They saw the old sect leader, a powerful Dou Zong, lying limp on the ground, his face still frozen with the bewilderment of someone on the verge of death.

One of the female disciples could no longer hold back and screamed.

"ah!!!"

The square instantly descended into chaos, with cries and screams rising and falling.

Some people collapsed to the ground, some turned and ran away, and others stood there dumbfounded, completely terrified.

"teacher!!"

Yun Yun's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

On the other side, Protector Wu opened his mouth and inhaled.

"The Myriad Phenomena of Nature: The Funeral of the Soul!"

Yunshan, along with the souls he had collected over the years, was swallowed by him.

The black mist surged instantly, and his soul, which had been flickering, became incredibly solid, with his aura rising steadily.

Four-star Dou Zong!

Five-star fighting sect!

Six-Star Dou Zong!

The black mist surged and boiled, and a suffocatingly cold aura spread in all directions.

The bluestone slabs on the square crumbled inch by inch under the erosion of this aura, turning into dust.

The air was filled with the stench of decay and death, making one want to vomit.

Wu, the Dharma Protector, let out a satisfied sigh.

After devouring numerous souls, his aura reached an unprecedented peak, and his green eyes became even more profound.

He glanced at Su Ye.

Then he made a move that surprised even Su Ye.

Wu, the Dharma Protector, turned and ran!

He burned his soul power, transforming into a streak of black light that shot straight into the sky.

At the same time, he unleashed a powerful backhand strike.

All the soul power devoured was poured into this strike. The hundred-foot-long black spear tore through space, its tip entwined with layers of vengeful spirits, emitting a piercing shriek.

Wherever it passed, space shattered, revealing dark void cracks beneath.

His goal was clear: to use a full-force attack to delay Su Ye and take the opportunity to escape.

As for killing Su Ye?

He had given up on that hope.

He just wanted to live.

"I don't believe you can catch up to me and block this attack at the same time!"

The black spear was already in front of Su Ye.

Su Ye raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and casually slapped it.

The hundred-foot-long black spear, which embodied the lifelong cultivation of Protector Wu, vanished into thin air the instant it touched his palm.

The vengeful spirits dissipated, the black mist dissolved, and the spatial rifts automatically closed.

The powerful strike that Protector Wu fought so hard for was not even enough to make Su Ye take half a step back.

Su Ye's left hand reached out.

The arm disappeared into the void, traversing spatial barriers spanning several miles.

The next moment, the five fingers pierced through the layers of mountains and grasped the soul of the protector.

Protector Wu has already escaped to the outside of the mountain gate.

He glanced back and saw the main peak of the Yunlan Sect behind him gradually shrinking, and a surge of joy, as if he had survived a calamity, welled up in his heart.

But this joy lasted for less than half a breath.

A large purple hand reached out from the void, its five fingers closing in to firmly grasp him.

"What?!"

Before Wu Hufa could struggle, the large purple hand suddenly pulled him back.

In a dizzying moment, he was dragged back into the ruins of the main hall.

Su Ye withdrew his left hand from the void, his five fingers grasping the flickering soul.

The protector struggled desperately in his palm, the black mist churning like boiling water, but he couldn't break free even through the slightest gap.

"No—impossible!"

The voice of the Dharma Protector was filled with disbelief and despair.

"I am already a six-star Dou Zong! How could you—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

A powerful and ruthless divine consciousness pierced deep into his soul.

Soul search!

The stronghold of the Soul Palace's Northwest Continent branch.

List of Dharma protectors in each branch temple.

Information from the Elder of the Soul Hall —

Dou Zun powerhouse —

Each branch hall has at least one respected elder presiding over it.

The Soul Palace Master, Soul Extinction, is unfathomable.

Su Ye raised an eyebrow slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

The Soul Palace indeed had its schemes in the Northwest Continent, and the Yunlan Sect was just one of its pawns.

"Spare me! I'm willing to serve you as my master!"

The guardian beast cried out and begged for mercy in the large purple hand.

"The Soul Hall will not let you go! Even the lowest-ranking Elder is a Dou Zun; you can't escape no matter where you run!"

"If you kill me, the Soul Palace's soul jade slip will immediately record your aura!"

"Spare my life, and I'll keep this a secret for you!"

Su Ye looked down at him.

His gaze was as indifferent as if he were looking at an ant.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Bring your five fingers together.

The black mist exploded, and both body and spirit were annihilated!

The soul of Protector Wu vanished into nothingness in the purple hand, leaving not even a trace.

A jet-black storage ring fell from the dissipating black mist and was caught by Su Ye.

He glanced at it and then put it into the sea of ​​suffering.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Su Ye stood amidst the ruins of the Yunlan Sect's main hall.

His blue and white Taoist robe was spotless, and he was enveloped in a faint purple halo.

on the square.

Yunyun collapsed to the ground, her face still wet with tears.

A corpse lay in front of her.

Yunshan's body was shriveled like rotten wood, his face was distorted, and there was still a trace of despair in his eyes before death.

The other elders were severely injured by the aftershocks and remain unconscious.

Of the nine elders of the Yunlan Sect, four have been severely injured today.

Yunshan, the only Dou Zong of the Yunlan Sect, perished.

The guardian deity of the Soul Palace, Wu, was annihilated, both in body and spirit.

The person who accomplished all of this was merely a handsome young man standing amidst the ruins, dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe.

Yun Yun raised her head and looked at Su Ye.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Who exactly are you?"

Su Ye paused slightly and glanced at her.

Her beautiful face was covered in tears and dust.

Her eyes held sadness, confusion, anger, and a sense of aimless bewilderment.

"Passerby".

He turned to Yunyun and asked, "Does the agreement still stand?"

Yunyun closed her eyes.

a long time.

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"To be counted —"

"Three days later, I will lead you through the gate of life and death."

Su Ye nodded.

With a flash of purple light, the figure disappeared into the horizon.

Yunyun neither saw her off nor tried to stop her.

She remained seated on the ruins, letting the rubble cut her knees and the dust settle on her shoulders.

She stared blankly at Yunshan's distorted and withered face, at those eyes that would never close.

Finally, tears fell silently.