Feeling the chains weighing on him like a mountain, Hu San's face turned pale with terror, and he hurriedly called for help.
He was a control-type Soul Master. How could he withstand this kind of gravity?
On top of that, he realized that the gravity had slowed the flow of Soul Power inside him to a crawl. There was no way he could break free on his own!
Hearing Hu San's cry, Black-Robed Second Brother didn't dare hesitate.
After all, he was a Soul Saint too, and wasn't much stronger than Hu San.
If Hu San went down, he would have a hard time taking Yang Ziyuan on by himself.
"Third Brother, don't panic! Second Brother's coming!"
"Warp!"
"Annihilation Star Moon Slash!"
In an instant, countless spatial blades tore through the air and slammed into Black-Robed Second Brother's chest.
Black-Robed Second Brother didn't even have a chance to dodge before he was blasted away.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
He hadn't even made a move, and he'd already lost the ability to fight.
Didn't that mean they were bound to lose here today?
Seeing how useless he was, Hu San immediately gave in to despair.
I thought you'd been holding back a big move, but all you did was take a big dump!
Now, all he could do was pin his hopes on the Boss.
But when he turned to look, he found that the other man had already fled.
He'd even taken the blood offerings with him along the way!
Yang Ziyuan had noticed Black-Robed Boss running away long ago.
However, when he saw that the man hadn't taken Yang Wuhui with him, he let him go.
After all, Black-Robed Second Brother had held him up just now, so he hadn't been able to save those people either.
Besides, he wasn't some saint. His principle was to save people when he could; if he couldn't, it wasn't his problem. If anyone tried to guilt-trip him, he wouldn't mind inviting them into the Black Hole for a look!
Looking at the two men who'd been abandoned, Yang Ziyuan decided to make use of the waste and immediately activated his third Soul Skill.
"Third Soul Skill, Origin Regression!"
The two men, unable to move, were marked in an instant. Then the Black Hole behind Yang Ziyuan unleashed a powerful suction, beginning to drain their life force!
Watching their bodies rapidly age, Hu San and the other man were overcome with terror.
"Who are you? There's no way anyone from Spirit Hall could have such an evil Soul Skill!"
"You're a demon!"
Feeling his life force ebb away, Hu San couldn't help thinking that Yang Ziyuan seemed more like an Evil Soul Master than he did!
"Ask again when you get to hell!"
Yang Ziyuan replied indifferently. With a wave of his hand, the Black Hole unleashed another burst of suction, draining the life force from both men.
The next moment, a surge of life force flowed into Yang Ziyuan's body.
Then, the light orb in his left hand gradually absorbed it.
"Ugh, that life force wasn't even a tenth of the Blue Silver Emperor's. And these two were Soul Saints, no less."
Looking at the changes in the orb in his left hand, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help shaking his head.
It looked like he still had a long way to go before he could awaken this Martial Soul!
Just then, Yang Wuhui, who had been unconscious the whole time, slowly came to.
Seeing the two dried-up corpses nearby, he immediately understood that Yang Ziyuan had dealt with everything.
"Ziyuan, who were they?"
"Grandpa, it's fine. They were just two Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level."
"Evil Soul Masters?!"
Yang Wuhui was surprised by Yang Ziyuan's answer.
Spirit Hall had kept the continent under control for so long that Evil Soul Masters hadn't been seen for many years.
And even if there were any, they couldn't possibly be this powerful.
After all, Spirit Hall's deacons dealt with them as soon as they awakened their Martial Souls.
Yang Ziyuan's words therefore shocked him.
Still, these Evil Soul Masters had dared to provoke their family. They'd clearly had a death wish.
Yang Wuhui then began searching the spoils.
But the result was a great disappointment. The only things of any value were three vials of Soul-Sealing Incense.
"That doesn't make sense! Two Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level shouldn't be this poor!"
By all rights, Evil Soul Masters who'd reached this level of cultivation would have blood on their hands.
They should have collected quite a few Gold Soul Coins or other valuable things along the way.
But after searching high and low, he'd found only a few thousand Gold Soul Coins.
He couldn't find so much as a trace of anything else!
He was puzzled. Had they spent all their money?
"Grandpa, I forgot to tell you—they were originally a group of three. One got away."
"One got away? No wonder! I was wondering how a group of Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level could have so little to their name."
With that, Yang Wuhui casually waved his hand, and a force crushed the two dried-up corpses on the ground into dust.
"Ziyuan, let's head back!"
"Okay!"
Meanwhile, Black-Robed Boss was already on his way to Slaughter City.
"Second Brother and Third Brother were both idiots! If I hadn't been so quick-witted, I'd have died with them!"
The moment Yang Ziyuan revealed his hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, he knew he had to run or he'd be dead for sure!
Someone like that couldn't possibly be without a Titled Douluo guarding him.
As for Yang Wuhui? He even suspected the old man had been faking it.
Otherwise, wouldn't that make him weaker than a Soul Emperor?
In his eyes, Yang Wuhui had been trying to temper Yang Ziyuan. That was why he'd pretended to be unconscious, letting him fight their group.
Once he'd figured that out, he'd promptly abandoned Hu San and the other man, and fled with the blood offerings at top speed.
Thinking of it, he couldn't help feeling proud of his clever brain!
"Five more days, and I'll reach Slaughter City. Once I'm there, even Spirit Hall won't be able to come after me!"
After calculating the time, Black-Robed Boss's face broke into an excited smile.
Then he hurried along even faster.
Ten days later, at the Yang Family in Vast Sea City.
"Ziyuan, we're here!"
At that, Yang Ziyuan jumped down from the carriage.
A haggard little girl followed right behind him.
That's right, it was Xiao Wu!
Although the Jade Pavilion could hold living things, Yang Ziyuan was afraid she'd wake up and eat the Immortal Herbs he'd stored there. So he had no choice but to let her out.
However, to stop her from escaping, Yang Wuhui had sealed her Soul Power.
Without Soul Power to nourish her, and after such a long journey, her spirits were at rock bottom. She looked as if a gust of wind could knock her over.
Still, whenever she faced Yang Ziyuan and Yang Wuhui, she glared at them with venomous hatred, as if she wanted to pounce on them and bite them to death!
After all, if it weren't for them, she'd still be with Third Brother right now.
Thinking of that, she couldn't help worrying about Tang San. She had no idea whether he'd do something foolish when he realized she was gone.
"Let's go! Do you expect me to carry you inside?"
Seeing that Xiao Wu didn't move, Yang Ziyuan sneered.
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