Wang Bujv Revived, Swearing to Kill the Dog Man and Woman!

Middle Fourth Heaven, Spirit Vulture City.

A manor covering tens of thousands of acres.

Wang Ba Bayu, dressed in a scarlet robe that billowed wildly, was surrounded by a dark, Demonic Energy that suppressed the candlelight in the room, turning it into a ghostly green flame.

Suddenly, the golden flower on his crown burst forth with dazzling golden light. With a deafening roar, the iron table shattered inch by inch under his palm, and the splinters of wood, mixed with splashed ink, smashed into the wall, leaving hideous marks.

The inkstone made a sharp sound as it rolled down the marble floor, startling the two maids who stumbled backward, their silver ornaments jingling.

"Bang!"

He then kicked over the sandalwood chair next to him, and the entire wall of bookshelves collapsed with a crash, ancient books and bamboo slips fluttering like black butterflies.

Veins bulged on Wang Ba Bayu's forehead, his bloodshot eyes burned with overwhelming rage, and even the white hair at his temples stood on end due to his frenzy.

Suddenly, the ground cracked open in a spiderweb-like pattern, and scalding lava gushed out along the cracks, scorching the maids' skirts until they curled up.

"Asshole!"

A roar shook the dust off the beams, and the sound waves instantly turned the carved decorations on the doors and windows to dust.

A burst of light surged from his sleeve as Wang Ba crushed a bronze sword with his bare hands. The sharp fragments pierced the wall, exploding into a large burst of fire in the courtyard, startling all the birds that were roosting there.

"How dare you harm the son of my Overlord Emperor!"

The voice carried a chilling coldness.

"You dare to kill even my projected Clone? Very well, no matter who stands behind you, I, Wang Ba Bayu, swear to kill you!"

A phantom shrouded in Demonic Energy expanded behind him, taking the form of a three-headed, three-armed demon god, each giant hand gripping a battle axe burning with Netherworld Ghost Fire.

"I will definitely tear you apart!"

Wang Ba Bayu's Demonic Energy surged into the sky, enveloping the entire pavilion in a blood-red mist.

"The soul is extracted and cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, where it will be tempered by the Netherworld Karmic Fire for ninety thousand years!"

Before he could finish speaking, the entire building collapsed with a deafening roar. He soared into the air amidst billowing dust, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

"Ah—Master, save me!"

Two pitiful cries echoed from the ruins; these were the two maids who had served him before.

The collapse of the house caused the two to suffer collateral damage.

Wang Ba Bayu turned his head, his face contorted with rage, and roared, "Shut up!"

Then he slapped down with his palm, silencing the two voices in the ruins.

People kept pouring out of the nearby buildings, but seeing Wang Ba Bayu's furious appearance, no one dared to step forward to persuade him, fearing that they would get into trouble and be bothered by him.

After venting his Air Pressure, Wang Ba Bayu calmed down a bit and landed on the ground.

A figure in a gray robe stumbled and rushed over.

"Master, something terrible has happened! Young Master's Soul Lamp has gone out!"

Wang Ba Bayu felt as if he had been hit on the head with an iron hammer, and he felt a little dizzy.

But the next moment his pupils contracted sharply, and the bulging veins on his forehead resembled coiled serpents.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, yellow flames suddenly erupted around Wang Ba, and the phantom of Ancient Fierce Beast faintly appeared in the flames.

The scalding heatwave sent everyone around flying. Soul Hall steward who was relatively close had half of his eyebrow singed off instantly and scrambled backward in a miserable state.

Flames soared into the sky, turning the entire sky blood red. The air crackled with ear-piercing sounds, and the clouds were steamed by the intense heat, creating huge vortexes.

"What did you say?!"

Wang Badao's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Abyss, each word distinct and clear.

He appeared in front of Zhihe in an instant, his bloodshot eyes almost spitting fire.

He grabbed the other man's neck, and Demonic Energy seeped into his body through his fingertips, burning his skin with hot, tingling blisters.

"What happened to my son? Why did the Soul Lamp go out? Was it due to your dereliction of duty?!"

Zhihe's face turned purple, and he shook his head frantically. "Master, spare me... We've been guarding the Soul Lamp Pavilion day and night, not daring to blink an eye... Young Master's Soul Lamp went out without warning, and we rushed here to report..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Badao suddenly flung him away, sending him crashing into a broken wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"My son!"

Wang Badao staggered backward, his body trembling violently beneath his scarlet robe.

He roared to the sky, his voice filled with immense rage, and chains formed from Demonic Energy lashed the ground wildly, carving deep, bottomless furrows into the stone slabs.

"Damn it! It must be that bastard!"

"I, Wang Badao, will tear you to pieces! I will tear your soul from your body and refine it! I will make you wail in agony for eternity!"

The roar echoed over the ruins, startling countless birds into flight, and even the distant mountains trembled under this terrifying pressure.

Just as he was about to completely descend into madness, a steady voice rang out. "Second Elder!"

Wang Shanhai's withered hand pressed on Wang Badao's shoulder, and the talisman transformed into chains to bind his raging Demonic Energy.

"Do not let hatred blind you! Buju's Soul Lamp has just gone out; there is still a glimmer of hope!"

Wang Badao froze, and his bloodshot eyes gradually cleared.

Wang Shanhai flicked his sleeve and unfurled an ancient map, its surface shimmering with eerie blue light.

"Have you forgotten? Three years ago, we sealed a wisp of remnant soul of Tonsil Soul Wood. As long as we gather the Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Grass, the Earth Core Dragon Marrow, and the Primordial Phoenix Blood... we can use the Soul Gathering Array to reshape a physical body, and then summon the remnant soul with the Soul Guiding Bell— "

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Badao tore through the void and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was carrying seven or eight jade bottles in his arms, each containing herbs that emitted a glowing light, marrow that flowed with lava, and blood that burned with Golden Flame.

He roughly dumped the materials onto the scorched earth, his hands forming intricate hand seals, chanting incantations. "Heaven and earth lend their power, the universe becomes our furnace!"

A tall bronze alchemy furnace, several meters high, suddenly rose from the center of the ruins, with talismans flowing and shining on its body.

Wang Badao grabbed at the air, and a deafening roar came from the direction of the furnace. A piece of pitch-black soul wood, engraved with ancient patterns, burst out of the ground and hovered above the furnace.

As he waved his arm, a faint, ghostly Azure Soul Fire floated out from the soul wood.

"Rise!"

With a loud shout, the alchemy furnace suddenly opened, and more than a dozen kinds of rare and precious materials turned into streams of light and disappeared into it.

The alchemy furnace trembled violently, and countless chains emerged from the void, slowly drawing the Azure Soul Fire into the furnace.

Veins bulged on Wang Badao's forehead as he fully activated his magic technique, causing the space around the alchemy furnace to distort, with faint sounds of Dragon's Roar and Phoenix's Cry emanating from it.

Half an incense stick later, the alchemy furnace exploded with a roar, and amidst the golden light, a crystal-clear body slowly fell.

Wang Badao immediately threw out the Soul Guiding Bell, and the phantom image of Wang Bujv appeared on the bell.

As the crisp sound of bells rang out, the wandering souls within a radius began to stir. A familiar aura flew rapidly from afar, landing on the brow of the new body.

"Cough cough..."

The body suddenly coughed violently, and the tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Then he roared, "Ah— Hua Qiang, Nalan Yan, you two adulterers, I will definitely kill you!"