"Zhou Yang, I didn't expect you to have so many treasures." Wan Bugui wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth.
"You haven't run away yet. That means you still have a trump card. Use it and let me see," said Zhou Yang with a smile.
"Use it, haha …"
Wan Bugui laughed maniacally. After a while, a small grey flag appeared in his hand.
"This is the Yin Soul Flag that His Third Highness bestowed upon me. This flag can refine other people's souls and collect the wandering resentful souls and Yin Qi in the world. Not to mention you, even Earth Fiend Star martial artists would have to retreat if they encountered it."
"Earth Fiend Star …" Zhou Yang smiled disdainfully. "How many Earth Fiend Star experts are there in Dragonmartial Country? Have you fought with them before? Don't brag. I'm not afraid of this kind of third-rate magic treasure. "
"Zhou Yang, don't be so arrogant. You'll know how stupid you are in a moment."
After finishing his words, Wan Bugui suddenly waved the little flag. Following which, a strong gust of wind blew and the surroundings suddenly turned cold.
Not long after, the gale disappeared and was replaced by gusts of chilly wind. Zhou Yang could vaguely see ferocious faces in the chilly wind.
"Another soul attack?" Zhou Yang did not mind it at all. He allowed the chilling wind to blow past him. However, he soon felt that something was wrong. The chilling wind had actually passed through the bronze puppet and entered his body.
"This wind is so strange …"
"There's nothing strange about it. This is the Abyssal Wind, also known as the Yin Wind. Only living beings can feel the existence of this wind, so your bronze puppet can't stop it."
"So, that's how it is. This sinister wind is truly powerful. Not only can it pierce through my Bronze Puppet, it can also corrode its flesh and bones. Looks like I'll have to utilize some special methods," Zhou Yang said with a smile.
"Special means?" Greedy Soul was confused.
"Don't forget, I can even absorb astral winds."
Greedy Soul was enlightened and burst out laughing.
"Zhou Yang, how's my Yin Wind? Is it satisfying?" Wan Bugui asked malevolently.
"It's not satisfying. It's too little."
Zhou Yang laughed as the boundless Astral Souls behind him appeared once more. A huge amount of Yin wind was sucked into the tiny hole in the middle of the Astral Souls.
"You …"
Wan Bugui took a closer look and immediately broke out in cold sweat.
"That's right, I'm sucking in your Yin Wind. Come on, this bit of Yin Wind is too little. It's not enough." Zhou Yang pressed forward, his eyes filled with provocation.
"You dare to absorb my Yin wind? Let's see how much you can absorb."
Wan Bugui waved the little flag in his hand crazily. The wind quickly became stronger, and the number of ghostly faces in the cold wind increased. The ghostly wails and howls made one's scalp numb.
"Wan Bugui, is that all you have?"
With a roar, Zhou Yang had already arrived in front of Wan Bugui. He then reached out and grabbed Wan Bugui's flag.
Wan Bugui was a little dazed. Zhou Yang had actually walked straight to him under his chilling wind. This was beyond his imagination.
Kacha!
In a split second, the flag in Zhou Yang's hand broke into two. The Yin wind suddenly stopped and Wan Bugui retreated several steps.
"Impossible! This is impossible! You are just a Mercury Realm cultivator. How could you have so many tricks up your sleeve? Who exactly are you?" Wan Bugui looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.
"I'm the one who wants your life."
As the sound of his voice faded, the boundless Astral Souls revolved as a huge amount of Yin wind blew towards Wan Bugui.
"Yin wind …"
The terrified Wan Bugui didn't even have the time to think about how Zhou Yang could control the Yin wind. He immediately turned and fled, his speed as fast as lightning.
"Do you think you can run?"
Zhou Yang's silhouette flickered as he appeared in front of Wan Bugui.
In terms of speed, the Bronze Puppet was several times faster than Wan Bugui.
"Mountain Tranquility."
With a thunderous roar, a golden mountain appeared behind Wan Bugui.
Golden Mountain Astral Soul!
Zhou Yang was somewhat taken aback. Wan Bugui's Astral Soul was actually the Golden Mountain Astral Soul.
The Golden Mountain Astral Soul was an Earthly Fiend Lord Astral Soul. However, it was a fusion of the Golden Force and Earthly Force, and was known as the strongest defensive Astral Soul among the Earthly Fiend Lord Astral Souls.
Under the augmentation of the Golden Mountain Astral Soul, Wan Bugui's feet were planted deep into the ground. His entire body shone with a golden light, and when the Yin wind came into contact with the golden light, it automatically avoided him.
"Zhou Yang, I can't kill you, but don't even think of killing me. Haha …" Wan Bugui laughed maniacally.
"Is that so?"
Zhou Yang laughed. With a leap, his bronze arm pierced through the golden light and grabbed onto Wan Bugui's shoulder.
"Hmph, no matter how strong your Bronze Puppet is, don't even think of harming me." Wan Bugui snorted in disdain.
"I don't wish to harm you, I'm only interested in your Astral Souls." Zhou Yang laughed.
"Interested in my Astral Souls?"
Wan Bugui was bewildered. After which, the boundless Astral Souls behind Zhou Yang started to revolve in the opposite direction, and the Yin wind instantly vanished.
"Haha … Zhou Yang, at least you know how to give up. I …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Wan Bugui's entire body jerked as an incomparably horrified expression appeared in his eyes.
"You … what are you doing? Stop!"
His voice was filled with rage and fear, and the golden mountain behind Wan Bugui actually started to distort.
"I already said that I'm interested in your Astral Souls." Zhou Yang laughed as he stared at Wan Bugui.
"You … you are absorbing my Astral Souls." Wan Bugui paled. At this moment, he finally understood that Zhou Yang was absorbing his Golden Mountain Astral Soul.
This was the foundation of his existence.
"SCRAM, SCRAM!"
Wan Bugui roared in rage as he desperately tried to resist. But sadly, Zhou Yang's Bronze Puppet completely ignored Wan Bugui's attacks. The hand that was grabbing onto Wan Bugui's shoulder seemed to have solidified, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Buzz …
Finally, the Golden Mountain Astral Soul transformed into a beam of golden light as it entered Zhou Yang's palm.
"No … Zhou Yang, return my Astral Souls, return my Astral Souls!" Wan Bugui had completely gone crazy.
"Wan Bugui, my Zhou Clan originally had no grudges with you, but not only did you collude with the Zhao Clan to harm my father, you even tried to kill me time and time again. And now, you even willingly became Dragonart's lackey. You only have yourself to blame."
As the beams of golden light were absorbed, Wan Bugui's aura completely vanished, replaced by fear, regret and unwillingness.
"Zhou Yang, return my Astral Souls to me. In the future, I, Wan Bugui, will never be your enemy." Wan Bugui pleaded.
"Too late!" Zhou Yang didn't show any mercy, his eyes incomparably cold.
"Fine, then let's die together. I want to see if your Bronze Puppet can withstand my self-detonation." Wan Bugui roared.
"Self-detonation!"
Zhou Yang's countenance froze. "I, Zhou Yang, have never been threatened by others. If you want to self-detonate, then do it."
"You …"
Wan Bugui's body trembled uncontrollably. Seeing that his Astral Souls were about to be completely absorbed, he finally mustered his courage and condensed all the True Yuan in his Dantian.
"Zhou Yang, quickly stop, or we will die together." Wan Bugui roared.
"Wan Bugui, you don't have to threaten me. Your Astral Soul Beast is mine."
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