"Hum..."
The great bell trembled violently, trying to make a sound.
Yet it was like a duck being strangled by the throat, able to emit only a muffled whimper.
All the sound waves and soul attacks were forced back into the bell under that single palm.
Yang Lingtian stood in the void, dressed all in black.
He looked at the red-robed child, his gaze as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
"Sending me a bell?"
"I'll accept this gift."
His five fingers suddenly clenched.
That incomparably hard half-step Emperor Artifact actually began to deform in his palm.
It was like a lump of black dough, kneaded and squeezed.
In the end, it became an iron lump the size of a fist.
"This..."
The smile on the red-robed child's face froze.
His prized treasure, the hall master's lifebound divine artifact, had actually been... crushed flat?
"Since I've accepted your gift, I should return one as well." Yang Lingtian casually flicked his finger.
The iron lump transformed into a streak of black light, moving so fast that even its afterimage could not be seen.
"Pfft!"
It pierced straight through the red-robed child's brow.
The child did not even have time to scream before his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
The black light's momentum did not diminish. It pierced through the blue-skinned giant's chest as well.
The giant crashed to the ground and turned into a puddle of pus.
"Clean the ground."
Yang Lingtian tossed out the words and turned to return to the mountain.
"Also, carry that coffin inside. It'll be just right for Jin Suanpan to sleep in."
At noon, the sun was obscured by thick, heavy clouds.
From the direction of Tianxing City, dozens of warships tore through the sky.
Their flags varied. Some belonged to