"Demonic Bear, attack!"
After a while, Ding Zhiming suddenly roared, and the Demon Bear behind him roared and charged at Zhou Yang.
Astral Soul attacks were abilities only possessed by Astral Souls of the Earth Grade and above. It was also Ding Zhiming's trump card.
Facing the powerful Demonic Bear Astral Soul, Zhou Yang chose to retreat. Just as he was about to reach the boundary, the whirlpool behind him appeared once more.
He wanted to test if his unlimited Astral Souls truly had no combat prowess and could only be used as support.
"Buzz …"
Just as the Demonic Bear was about to reach him, the whirlpool formed from the countless Astral Souls suddenly spun rapidly. A huge suction force caused the speed of the Demonic Bear to increase by 30%.
Boom!
The black figure of the demonic bear covered Zhou Yang's body, and all that was left in everyone's eyes was black smoke.
Zhou Yang... is dead?
Everyone was confused.
Boom!
Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the black smoke. At the same time, the phantom of the demonic bear quickly condensed and entered the center of the vortex. The next moment, the vortex disappeared.
"Roar …"
A beast's roar drew everyone's attention to Zhou Yang.
"Evil Wolf Fist."
The fist arrived in the blink of an eye. Before Ding Zhiming could react, his head received another heavy blow. The power of seven bulls directly caused the right side of Ding Zhiming's face to cave in. Following that, Ding Zhiming fell to the ground like a pile of mud.
All of this happened in just a few short breaths of time. Everyone was stunned.
"What just happened? Why didn't Ding Zhiming's Astral Soul attack have any effect?"
"Impossible, this doesn't make sense. With Zhou Yang's low-grade Earth Fiend Astral Soul, how could he block the attack of the Demonic Bear Astral Soul?"
Everyone frowned in confusion, while Zhou Yang, who was on the stage, revealed a strange smile.
The unlimited Astral Souls once again gave him a pleasant surprise.
Earlier, when Ding Zhiming's Demonic Bear was attacking him, his Boundless Astral Souls suddenly erupted with a strange suction force, sucking the Demonic Bear into the whirlpool. He could sense that the Demonic Bear Astral Soul was being devoured by the Boundless Astral Souls, but what made him feel strange was that the Boundless Astral Souls that had devoured the Demonic Bear Astral Soul didn't change in the slightest.
This surprised and delighted him!
"Little brother!"
Suddenly, Ding Yizhen roared, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Zhou Yang, you are courting death!"
"Courting death?" Zhou Yang sneered, "The Grudge Stage, the winner lives, the loser dies!"
"How dare you!" Ding Yizhen flew into a rage and rushed to the edge of the stone platform, "Zhou Yang, don't forget your situation. Do you really think that you are the young master of the General's Mansion? My brother's life is worth a hundred times more than yours. If you dare to kill him, I will make you pay with your life."
"Is that so? You mean to say that on this Grudge Stage, I am only qualified to be beaten?" Zhou Yang laughed.
"That's right. If you want to live, give yourself ten punches right now and seriously injure yourself. Then, I'll have my little brother forgive you," Ding Yizhen said coldly.
Zhou Yang smiled. His smile was very playful.
"Ding Yizhen, since you want to save your brother so much, why don't you give yourself ten punches to seriously injure yourself, and I'll let your brother go. How about that?"
Ding Yizhen's expression instantly darkened. "You're challenging my patience."
Zhou Yang shook his head. "You're wrong. I'm not testing your patience. I'm giving you a chance. Unfortunately, you missed it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang suddenly kicked Ding Zhiming and sent him crashing into the matrix. Ding Zhiming, who was already seriously injured, was only left with one breath after this kick.
"You humiliated my brother and ruined my reputation. If I don't kill you, how can I, Zhou Yang, stand in this world?" His voice was sonorous, and his expression was even colder. Zhou Yang strode towards Ding Zhiming, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Zhou Yang really wanted to kill Ding Zhiming.
"Brother, save me, save me …" Ding Zhiming shouted with the last of his strength.
Ding Yizhen gritted his teeth and immediately turned to look at the iron-faced elder. "Elder, please open the matrix. My father will return from the battlefield soon. He will definitely come to thank you in person."
"The conditions are not met. Do not open it." The iron-faced elder glanced at Ding Zhiming. He could allow Ding Zhiming to threaten Zhou Yang because the rules did not prohibit it. However, it was impossible to open the matrix. Even if Ding Yizhen's father came in person, it would still be impossible. His iron-faced face was not only iron-faced, but his heart was even more so!
"Zhou Yang, wait!"
Seeing that the iron-faced elder did not buy her father's words, Ding Yizhen called out to Zhou Yang again.
"Do you still have something to say to your brother?" Zhou Yang turned his head and asked.
"Zhou Yang, I take back my previous conditions. Now, as long as you can end this life-and-death battle with the second method, I will let you live." After Ding Yizhen finished speaking, he looked a little embarrassed and immediately turned his head away.
The second method was for Zhou Yang to forgive Ding Zhiming. From then on, both sides would not pursue the matter, and the grudge would end.
After hearing this, everyone could not help but nod. This seemed to be Zhou Yang's wisest choice today. First, he would not lose face, and second, he would not lose his life.
"It seems that you have nothing to say to your brother."
Contrary to what everyone thought, Zhou Yang did not care about Ding Yizhen's words at all. Once again, he stepped towards Ding Zhiming.
"What are you doing?" Ding Yizhen looked terrified. He had thought that Zhou Yang would definitely agree if he said this, because if it were him, he would definitely agree.
"I said, Ding Zhiming will definitely die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, blood splattered, and Ding Zhiming's head was separated from his body!
Hiss!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and some young girls even fainted on the spot. What followed was silence, a long silence.
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Zhou Yang raised his head to look at the bloody glow of the setting sun and slowly closed his eyes.
In the world of martial arts, blood was seen every ten steps. Today, he killed Ding Yizhen because Ding Yizhen not only tried to kill him outside the mass grave, but also almost killed Guo Dazhuang.
To be merciful to one's enemy was to be cruel to oneself. In this cruel world, if one wanted to protect one's family and brothers, one had to see blood.
Slaughter and Protect!
The blood-red setting sun spread across the land, contrasting with the fresh blood on the Grievance Stage. The thick smell of blood once again reminded everyone that someone had just died here.
Ding Zhiming was dead. He had died in front of Ding Yizhen.
"Buzz …"
At the same time, the array formation on the Grudge Platform disappeared.
"Zhou Yang, you must pay with your life today." Ding Yizhen roared and walked towards the Grievance Stage.
"Wait!"
Elder Iron Face stopped Ding Yizhen with a cold shout and said, "Ding Yizhen, Zhou Yang is a Beginner Hall disciple, and you are a Elite Hall disciple. The two of you cannot go on the Grievance Stage."
"Elder, this is not fair." Ding Yizhen said angrily.
"Hmph, the rules are based on the academy's hundreds of years of experience. There is no such thing as fairness or unfairness. Different Halls cannot go on the Grievance Stage. You can wait until Zhou Yang enters the Elite Hall to settle the grievance with him." Elder Iron Face did not give him any face.
In fact, everyone knew this rule. A long time ago, different Hall disciples could indeed go on the Grievance Stage, but this led to many Elite Hall disciples deliberately creating many grievances in order to erase some Beginner Hall disciples with great potential who were a threat to them. It was also because of this that the academy made this rule.
Ding Yizhen took a few deep breaths. His brother had died in front of him. If he swallowed this, he would lose all his face. However, he could not do anything due to the rules.
"Zhou Yang, this matter will not end just like this. You will pay the price in blood." Ding Yizhen glared at Zhou Yang with bloodshot eyes. Then, he looked at the crowd. "Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters of the First Martial Hall, who is willing to fight on my behalf and kill this arrogant disciple? My Ding Clan will reward you greatly."
His voice resounded throughout the Martial Hall, but no one answered. Even Luo Ming was silent.
After a while, Zhou Yang smiled and said, "You are right. This matter is not over yet."
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