"That's incredibly arrogant. I haven't encountered someone this arrogant in a long time. I actually miss it..."
Yang Hao gave a cold laugh.
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, a clear, shimmering light in his eyes.
Then, carrying a hint of murderous intent, it drifted out.
A cold glint flashed in his palm and disappeared with the wind.
"You dare to show off your limited skills in front of me when you are only at the Divine Realm?"
Fang Yun smiled and said.
He spread his arms, and then heard a loud bang, followed by a beam of spiritual light gradually covering the area.
Just moments ago there were birds chirping, insects buzzing, and the wind whistling, but now, nothing can be heard. It's as if we're in another world, eerily quiet.
Yang Hao's expression changed drastically, and his heart skipped a beat.
This is a protective barrier!
It can isolate people's perception of each other, making those inside the barrier feel as if they are in another world, a world that only has them.
The ruler of this world is the one who casts the barrier.
In other words, once trapped inside the barrier, even if a god comes, there is no escape.
Generally, only saints and powerful beings have the spiritual power to activate barriers.
Could it be... that this seemingly ordinary person, shrouded in darkness, is actually a saint?
His mind was screaming warnings, and intense anxiety nearly overwhelmed him.
His last glimmer of hope vanished completely with the appearance of the barrier.
"Who are you? We have no grudge against each other, why do you want to kill me? Even if I die, let me die knowing why."
Yang Hao was initially roaring angrily, but by the end, he had calmed down, with the serenity one would show when facing death.
He wasn't stupid; he had almost figured it out: Yang Qiu's death must be related to the person in front of him.
But he just couldn't figure out how he had offended such a powerful figure.
Someone is willing to pay to have your life taken.
At this moment, Fang Yun showed great mercy and said...
He looked at Yang Hao inside the barrier as if he were looking at prey that had already been caught in the tiger's mouth, and a playful thought arose in his heart.
The most interesting part isn't the moment the prey is swallowed, but watching the prey struggle futilely knowing it's about to die—that's the most exciting part.
At that moment, he had this thought in his mind.
“I’d pay twice as much as him to save my life.”
Seeing that things seemed to be turning around, Yang Hao hurriedly said.
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "If I am entrusted with a task, I must be loyal to it. If I change things at will and break my promise, how will I do business in the future?"
Yang Hao's expression darkened at the decisive refusal.
He calmly said, "Since that's the case, then let each of you use your own methods. By the way, let me remind you, this is the Cangyu Holy Land. If you kill me, given the strength of the Cangyu Holy Land, you will probably have to stay here as well."
His words sounded like a threat.
Fang Yun said expressionlessly, "It's alright. Those people you mentioned will go with you."
"Do you mean... to destroy my Azure Feather Holy Land?"
Yang Hao's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in shock.
Only then did he realize that the message from the so-called Wentian Tower was that they would destroy the Cangyu Holy Land before noon the next day.
At the time, everyone regarded it as a joke. Even the strongest power in the world, the Sword God Palace, would never have been able to eliminate the Azure Feather Holy Land without careful planning and preparation to sacrifice at least three saints.
"Are you from Wentianlou?"
Yang Hao said in a hoarse voice.
Fang Yun shook his head. In the pitch-black night, the ferocious expression on his face appeared even more sinister and terrifying.
"I am Fang Yun, an officer of the Black Ice Station. Alright, enough with the nonsense, you should die now."
Fang Yun extended his palm.
A wisp of light floated out from his palm, then gradually coalesced into a jet-black dagger.
call out
The next moment, the dagger flew out.
He then thrust his sword at Yang Hao.
Along the way, a black light flashed past, like a black cannonball.
Yang Hao took a deep breath, then waved his hand sharply, and instantly a golden protective shield condensed in front of him.
After doing all this, he quickly formed hand seals, and a golden shield appeared in front of him, with countless patterns engraved on it, as well as some profound characters that he couldn't understand.
Boom
When the dagger passed through the protective shield, there was only a whoosh, and the golden protective shield melted away as quickly as if it had encountered molten iron.
It passed through the protective shield and then crashed hard into it.
A murderous aura permeated his face, making his scalp tingle. Under the immense pressure, his clothes were completely torn to shreds and scattered into the air as dust.
This shield was Yang Hao's last resort to save his life.
He stared intently at the shield, his breathing becoming much more rapid.
Fortunately, the shield held off the dagger in the end, and the dagger disappeared after flashing with black light to its extreme.
Seeing this, Yang Hao breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but he still dared not let his guard down. He looked up at Fang Yun and said, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Use them all. This is a Saint-level spiritual artifact. Unless a Saint King makes a move, you won't be able to break it."
At this point, he didn't even realize that his tone had softened compared to before, perhaps because he had just experienced life and death and was thinking about the beauty of survival.
"I advise you to leave as soon as possible. You've been causing trouble for so long, the ancestors must have already sensed something is wrong. They might be on their way now. If you leave now, you might still have a chance to live."
Fang Yun said indifferently, "Then you won't need to trouble yourself."
He casually waved his hand.
Boom
The next moment, the black light condensed again, but this time, behind it, countless black daggers appeared under the extreme black light.
Like the most dazzling star in the night sky.
However, in Yang Hao's eyes, these stars were undoubtedly a means for the King of Hell to bring him to his death.
"You really did have a backup plan..."
Yang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
Before he could react, a dense barrage of black daggers, like a rain of swords, flew out with a whoosh.
This time, the shield only withstood a few attacks before completely collapsing.
In his eyes, a black dagger seemed to grow infinitely larger in his pupils.
As the blade of the dagger expanded to its maximum, he felt a chill enter his head, and then he lost consciousness.
Boom
The dagger pierced through Yang Hao's brow, its terrifying sharpness carrying astonishing killing intent as it entered his head. Under the immense pressure, Yang Hao's soul perished along with it.
The methods were swift and efficient.
Fang Yun waved his hand, and the barrier vanished. He left as if nothing had happened, completely unperturbed.
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