"You win?" First Court King Qinguang chuckled in disdain. "If you win, I'll let all of you live."
Yun Yang kept quiet for a bit and said faintly, "One more condition. From now on, Fang Mofei has nothing to do with the Concourse of the Underworld!"
First Court King Qinguang sneered again. "Just based on the fact that you dare to fight a battle you know you can't win, so what if I grant your wish?"
Yun Yang regained his composure as he said softly, "Please!"
First Court King Qinguang chuckled softly, but his laughter was like the chilling wind of the Nine Serenities Hell that had suddenly descended upon the mortal realm. A gust of eerie fog expanded rapidly, enveloping a hundred feet of land, including Yun Yang and himself within it.
The sudden appearance of the fog blocked Yun Yang's vision. He could not even see his fingers when he stretched them out, his eyes were clear.
Without hesitation, Yun Yang closed his eyes.
His body moved with the wind and clouds. A gust of eerie wind blew from the thick fog but Yun Yang did not move, allowing the gust to pass through his chest. However, it was not as if Yun Yang was completely motionless; he pointed a finger at the same time the gust of eerie wind passed through him.
A soft hum of acknowledgment came from the other end. Then, a ferocious force came crashing down on Yun Yang.
Yun Yang remained motionless. His opponent's powerful kick that could shatter mountains fell from the top of his head all the way to the ground, but there was no resistance. Yun Yang, who had been struck, struck out with his palm when his body was already crippled.
The target of the strike was the leg that had shattered his body.
First Court King Qinguang snorted in surprise. Suddenly, he turned into a gust of chilly wind and spun rapidly around Yun Yang. Countless gusts of chilly wind turned into sharp blades and arrows, attacking Yun Yang who was in the thick fog from all directions.
Yun Yang could no longer maintain his unmoving state as he moved as well. His form was like the wind and the clouds, indistinct yet real. His body shifted at will, gathering and dispersing as he pleased. He engaged in a head-on battle with First Court King Qinguang amidst the thick fog.
In this battle, the more Qin Guangwang fought, the more he felt that the person in front of him was strange. The body of the person in front of him seemed to be even more insubstantial than him. He couldn't help but feel more depressed as he fought.
Sometimes, he would even be hit by this brat. Even though there was a huge difference in strength between them, and the brat couldn't hurt him at all, he would still lose face.
Qin Guangwang couldn't help but wonder if he could really win this battle.
This was the first time King Qinguang's confidence that everything was under his control wavered!
A cold light suddenly flashed.
An eerie and furious snort was heard. An unprecedentedly majestic force suddenly burst out.
Yun Yang grunted as he was flung away like a kite with a broken string.
The dense and gloomy fog instantly disappeared without a trace.
The outcome had been decided!
Yun Yang, who had been sent flying, stood in the yard seventy feet away. His eyes were as cold as ice and snow; he did not wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth as he said faintly, "You've lost."
First Court King Qinguang's face was abruptly covered in a ghastly fog as the air of menace intensified.
"Does it matter whether you win or lose? You did use the mystical Qi of the fifth peak level at the start of the battle. However, you used the Mist of the Nine Underworlds instead. " Yun Yang said without a ripple of emotion, "Besides, you started using the cultivation base of the sixth peak after three moves … As for the last move, you used …"
Yun Yang's gaze was filled with mockery. "At least the cultivation base of the eighth peak and above! So, you've lost this battle! "
"Your Highness King Qinguang." Yun Yang smiled faintly. "The Concourse of the Underworld keeps its promise indeed."
The thick fog that enveloped First Court King Qinguang froze for a moment. It was obvious that he was enraged, the thick fog almost solidifying. However, for some reason, the intimidating aura suddenly disappeared.
"You've indeed won this battle." The dark fog on First Court King Qinguang's face dissipated, revealing a square face. It was the image of a middle-aged man in his late thirties.
Now, the gaze he used to look at Yun Yang was tinged with bewilderment.
Yun Yang smiled and walked back slowly, not worried that the other party would harm him. He said slowly, "If there's such a day, I'll let you live as well."
First Court King Qinguang smiled eerily and asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Yun Yang smiled. "Why should I be afraid of you? Do you think you can kill me? "
Hearing Yun Yang's words, First Court King Qinguang thought about it carefully and sighed softly, replying in a low voice, "I can't."
He shook his head in bewilderment. "My cultivation base is at least a hundred times stronger than your foundation, but I really can't kill you. Your cultivation method is strange and inexplicable. It's amazing."
Yun Yang smiled faintly. "Actually, what I like to do the most is to make friends. The more friends, the more options. Making enemies is too much of a waste of resources. It's not a wise choice."
First Court King Qinguang's gaze flickered like a ball of will-o '-the-wisp. He chuckled strangely and said, "This reputed one's stance on this is the exact opposite of yours. What this reputed one has done in this life is to make enemies. I've never made friends."
Yun Yang asked, "Aren't the other nine court lords your friends as well?"
First Court King Qinguang kept quiet for a bit and said faintly, "We're not friends."
He enunciated each word clearly, "We're brothers!"
…
King Qinguang was bewildered by the current situation.
Ever since he had uttered those words, this fellow's face had darkened and he had not spoken for a long time.
The current situation puzzled him. What was wrong with this fellow? Was he possessed or was he scared stiff? Could he be envious, jealous, or hateful?
Fang Mofei, who was standing on the side, looked at Yun Yang worriedly.
It had to be said that King Qinguang did not intend to cause any trouble when he came this time.
Firstly, he had other important matters to attend to this time, so it was not appropriate for him to cause unnecessary trouble.
Secondly, and most importantly to the Concourse of the Underworld, there were those who had died in battle, those who had quit due to being crippled, and those who had committed suicide because they could not complete their missions. However, Fang Mofei was the first one who had made up his mind to leave.
King Qinguang was curious about this and sought out Fang Mofei to ask for the reason. Fang Mofei boasted about Yun Yang's good points and how he had saved his life, and how he would die for his bosom friend.
Only the truth, the reason that could clear King Qinguang's doubts, was not mentioned at all.
This piqued His Highness King Qinguang's curiosity towards Yun Yang.
Coming here and seeing Yun Yang, he felt a sense of empathy towards him. There was one more thing that made King Qinguang rather indignant – he bore the title of Hell's Ghost King.
However, this fellow in front of him seemed to be unkillable and indestructible. It was as if his entire body did not exist.
He was even more of a ghost than he was. Therefore, King Qinguang felt a sense of empathy, as if he had met his own kind.
Of course, the main reason that made King Qinguang feel this way was because he realized that he really could not kill this fellow in front of him!
His cultivation base was a hundred times stronger than his opponent's, yet he could not kill him.
King Qinguang felt extremely embarrassed.
Most importantly, because he could not be killed, King Qinguang felt that this fellow would definitely be amazing in the future!
"Why aren't you saying anything?" King Qinguang asked Yun Yang.
"I'm thinking of your nine brothers." Yun Yang grinned, a smile that did not carry a hint of a smile. "I'm very envious of you."
What? His sullen face and silence earlier was actually because he was envious? Was there any jealousy?
"Envious? I've never made friends outside, not a single one. " King Qinguang said as if he meant it. "However, if I must make friends outside, I'll put you first."
Yun Yang smiled. "Really? You think so highly of me? "
"Really!" King Qinguang was not joking at all. "Your ranking is even higher than Ling Xiaozui's!"
If this admiration was true, then it was truly an unparalleled admiration!
Yun Yang chortled.
"Since this is the result of today's battle, this matter shall be written off. Fang Mofei …" King Qinguang turned to look at Fang Mofei. "From today onwards, you have nothing to do with the Concourse of the Underworld!"
"Thank you, Your Highness." Fang Mofei still looked a little dumbfounded.
Was it settled just like that?
So easy?
Was it not a little too childish?
"Goodbye, friend." King Qinguang stood up and waved at Yun Yang. "If there's a chance in the future, I'll bring you to the Concourse of the Underworld to play. Hahaha … "
The gray fog of the underworld returned to him as King Qinguang turned into a gust of chilly wind and soared into the sky, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"That day won't be too far away." Yun Yang looked at the direction where King Qinguang had left and murmured, "Perhaps we can meet again in Tiantang City."
Sighing, he turned around and took two steps forward.
For some reason, Yun Yang, who had clearly won the battle, suddenly turned around as if he had lost control of his emotions and kicked the entire stone table into the air.
With a loud bang, the stone table exploded in midair.
Lifting his head to face the dusty sky, Yun Yang shouted through gritted teeth, "Do you think you're the only one with brothers? I f * cking have brothers too! "
This was his response to First Court King Qinguang's words, "We're not friends, we're brothers."
The moment King Qinguang uttered each word solemnly, Yun Yang's heart was filled with endless envy and jealousy as he looked at the light in King Qinguang's eyes.
That hysteria, until now, had finally been vented!
However, even after venting his anger, he felt so powerless!
Fang Mofei and Lao Mei who had just woken up were dumbfounded.
From this short roar, they could hear the boundless heartache.
Suddenly, they felt a pang of heartache.
…
Tie Zheng had been frowning for the past few days.
He realized that his budget was not enough.
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