Chapter 180
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Chapter 180: Kindred Spirits
Zhang Yang and the Seventh Prince stood still, frozen in place as if locked in time.
A low hum echoed through the air.
The terrifying Dark Killing God surrounding the Seventh Prince suddenly shattered. His body convulsed violently as blood spurted from his seven orifices, and he shrank back to his normal size. Unable to withstand the devastating impact of divine power, he was sent flying like a twisted shrimp.
Boom!
Zhang Yang once again unleashed the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers at full force, tearing through the void and sending ripples across a fifty-meter radius as he charged toward the Seventh Prince.
He sought to seize this moment—
To end the Seventh Prince in one decisive strike.
Agony contorted the Seventh Prince’s face. But beneath that suffering, another expression surfaced—an eerie, twisted grimace, as though another face lurked beneath his own.
Under the influence of this force, his hands clenched into fists.
Buzz!
The shattered remnants of the Dark Killing God suddenly coalesced behind him, forming a massive, ominous dark pattern.
It stretched over a hundred meters.
Within its depths, horrifying scenes of bloodshed and slaughter flickered.
The moment the Seventh Prince crashed into it—he disappeared.
The dark pattern surged, pulsing with eerie vitality.
From within, countless demonic entities, god-slayers, and malevolent spirits emerged, howling as they prepared to strike.
But Zhang Yang was too fast.
In the very instant the Seventh Prince vanished, he launched his own counterattack—
Both hands crackled with divine power, wreathed in killing thunder and the blazing Baxiang Divine Fire.
Slash!
He ripped through the dark pattern.
The killing thunder and Baxiang Divine Fire surged, devouring everything in their path.
The dark pattern shattered and dissolved.
But—
The Seventh Prince was gone.
This time, Zhang Yang did not believe he had used an ancient teleportation array to escape to some distant land. The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins remained the true battlefield. The opportunities there were far too valuable—and for someone desperate to grow stronger, they were irresistible.
He was more likely to have fled toward Fengyu Town.
Zhang Yang also wanted to pursue him—but in which direction was Fengyu Town?
His abysmal sense of direction left him momentarily helpless.
He quickly turned back to the battlefield.
At least Yuluan would never get lost.
When he returned, he saw Yuluan and the Ironback Blue Bull leading the Snow Guards in a fierce assault against the forces of the two forbidden zones.
As for Ghost King Fulong and Demon Sword Master Yaolun—they had long since vanished.
With Zhang Yang’s arrival, the two forbidden zone forces were swiftly crushed.
"Fengyu Town is that way! Let’s go!"
Yuluan pointed toward the left front.
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang and Yuluan leaped onto the Ironback Blue Bull, while the Snow Guards mounted their warhorses—each beast enhanced by the Dragon Bone Pill, their combat power, speed, and endurance transformed beyond recognition.
They charged at full speed toward Fengyu Town.
In the past, they would have chosen to remain hidden.
After all, the enemies in the Southern Region were infamous for preying on the weak.
But now—
They had no reason to fear.
The Vast Forest had risen to become the third sacred place in the Southern Region, an entity recognized as the eleventh Saint-level force.
Now, they stood as equals among the strongest of their generation.
And among their generation—
Who was there to fear?
Thus, they raced forward.
The Ironback Blue Bull and the enhanced warhorses moved at an astonishing speed. Even as the Ironback Blue Bull slowed slightly to keep the Snow Guards within sight, they covered the distance to Fengyu Town in under a minute.
They turned onto the Great Path.
Barely a thousand meters in—
The ground trembled.
Flames erupted from the void, forming a burning circle that enclosed them.
"Bright Flame Demon-Slaying Forbidden Law!"
Yuluan’s expression darkened.
"It’s an ambush!"
The Bright Flame Demon-Slaying Forbidden Law was named after its creator—Mu Mingyan, a royal uncle from three generations ago in the Great Xia Empire.
A man once considered a prodigy of forbidden laws, his name had been whispered in awe.
Fifty years ago, many had believed he would Prove the Path to Immortality and become a saint.
His forbidden laws were among the deadliest.
From beyond the encircling flames, a mocking voice rang out.
"Hahaha! Didn’t expect this, did you?"
It was Lu Fang.
"Back in the Vast Forest, Zhang Yang, you were so fierce! But now, you’ll see—there are many ways to kill you. The Bright Flame Demon-Slaying Forbidden Law, bestowed by the Seventh Prince, is more than enough! You think—"
Suddenly—
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
Screams of agony erupted, sharp and piercing.
Lu Fang’s voice followed, no longer arrogant—but filled with terror.
"Ye Kuanglan! Weren’t you supposed to be at the entrance of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins?! How did you end up here?!"
A moment of silence.
Then—
"Yi Piaopiao?! You… you’re from the Lingxiao Sacred Place in the Eastern Domain! Are you interfering in the Southern Region’s affairs?!"
Lu Fang’s voice trembled.
Fear had taken hold.
Zhang Yang was no stranger to these names.
When Ye Kuanglan first appeared at the entrance of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, Flower Phantom had informed him about Ye Kuanglan, recognizing him as a peerless genius with an unyielding feud against the Demon Slayer Team.
Yi Piaopiao was the saintess of the Lingxiao Sacred Place and the younger sister of Ye Kuanglan. It was said that Ye Kuanglan had little interest in the title of Son, which allowed Yi Piaopiao to rise as saintess.
Suddenly—
"My Forbidden Law Stone!"
"Ah!"
Two simultaneous screams pierced the air.
Then—
The Bright Flame Demon-Slaying Forbidden Law collapsed.
The world beyond was revealed.
Bones littered the ground.
Blood flowed like a river.
A young man with black hair, clad in a white robe, stood beside Lu Fang, whose lifeless body lay on the ground, his chest split open. In the young man’s hand, a dripping sword gleamed, and beneath him lay the shattered remains of the Forbidden Law Stone.
He was Ye Kuanglan—the undisputed number one among the top ten rising talents of the Great Xia Empire.
Beside him stood Yi Piaopiao, strikingly beautiful and poised.
Behind them—
Over a hundred prodigies from the Lingxiao Sacred Place stood, their presence commanding.
Zhang Yang and Ye Kuanglan locked eyes.
To Zhang Yang’s surprise, a surge of fighting spirit ignited within him. A fire he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Until now, only the Seventh Prince had stirred such emotions in him.
Ye Kuanglan was the second.
That alone spoke volumes about Ye Kuanglan’s strength.
His cultivation was slightly higher—at the fourth level of the Touching Heaven Realm.
Ye Kuanglan flicked his wrist, sending the blood on his sword scattering into the air before restoring its pristine clarity.
"You’ve chased me this far; you must be here to kill the Seventh Prince. So am I. Shall we join forces?"
Zhang Yang smiled.
"It would be an honor to collaborate with the number one rising star of the Great Xia Empire."
He dismounted from the Ironback Blue Bull.
The warriors on both sides remained still, watching.
Zhang Yang and Ye Kuanglan stepped forward—stopping a meter apart.
They were of similar stature, each exuding a distinct charisma.
Zhang Yang possessed a roguish handsomeness, radiating wild and untamed confidence.
Ye Kuanglan, in contrast, embodied a gallant elegance, his demeanor refined and commanding.
Yet, despite their differences, their meeting felt like a reunion of old friends.
They understood each other—without speaking.
They were "simple" men.
Not in personality, but in their approach to martial arts—straightforward, relentless, unyielding.
"I aspire to become an immortal."
"My path is that of a Sword Immortal."
Their words needed no embellishment. Their convictions were clear.
Ye Kuanglan’s fighting spirit surged.
"After we deal with the Seventh Prince, let’s have a spar."
Zhang Yang grinned.
"I’m looking forward to it."
They both laughed heartily.
Then, their attention returned to their shared goal—the Seventh Prince.
Ye Kuanglan spoke.
"The Seventh Prince is in Fengyu Town, but that place is now a dragon’s lair and a tiger’s den. Although your Vast Forest has risen to become the eleventh Saint-level force in the Southern Region, prompting many older factions to step aside, its sudden emergence has upended the Southern Region’s balance. Now, apart from the cursed land of Langya, all other forces have taken the offensive."
"With the Seventh Prince at the helm, a celestial trap has been set—waiting for you."
"Brother Zhang, you are formidable. But even so, I believe it is wiser to seize the initiative rather than risk unnecessary losses in a battle of attrition."
Zhang Yang was always confident.
He feared no one of his generation.
But—
He glanced at the Snow Guards behind him.
They were his responsibility.
As if reading his thoughts, Ye Kuanglan suggested:
"Daybreak Phoenix Ruins—for the final showdown."
A silent understanding passed between them.
Ye Kuanglan smiled. With the wise, words were few.
Without further delay, they set off for the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
Only Zhang Yang remained outside the colossal light gate.
The air was thick with the stench of blood.
On either side, piles of corpses lay—members of the Demon Slayer Team, all slain by Ye Kuanglan.
He gazed towards Fengyu Town.
It bustled with life, appearing lively and thriving—yet he could sense the hidden danger lurking beneath the surface.
He ignored it.
Instead, he lifted his gaze to the nineteenth floor of the Moonview Tower.
There—stood those who could no longer fight.
Spectators now.
Yilie. Liu Taixu. Mu Yujing. Ghost King Futian. Ying Wuji. Qiu Yinong.
As for others—Great Boundless, Small Boundless, and those at the Opening the Sky Realm—they were scattered across different vantage points.
Despite the distance, they could sense each other’s strength.
Every breath. Every movement. Every whisper.
Then, Zhang Yang shouted:
"Do the six of you dare face me in a life-and-death battle at the same realm?
I alone against all six of you—
Do you dare?"
Silence.
None of the six Great Boundless answered.
Yet—
From within Fengyu Town, an earth-shaking roar erupted.
"WE ARE HERE TO KILL YOU!"
Like a tidal wave—
Groups of warriors surged out of Fengyu Town, charging straight toward the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
