Unknown Mountain.
Yang Dingtian's corpse still lay at the edge of the arena. Dark red blood spread along the grooves of the Mystic Iron platform, painfully vivid.
Ji Yuan held the Nascent Soul that struggled wildly inside his lightning net. Sparks still crackled across it.
Even now, his face was pale and his aura unsteady.
But when his eyes swept over the crowd, these Nascent Soul Cultivators, who normally called wind and rain across their own territories, instinctively held their breath.
Amid a silence so deep a falling needle could be heard, a languid voice suddenly drifted down from the highest Floating Mountain.
"Ji Yuan wins."
True Person Tai'er.
The moment the words fell, the formation patterns beneath his feet flashed faintly, and he vanished.
When he appeared again, he had landed on the Floating Mountain occupied by the Yang Household.
The Yang Household's two remaining Nascent Soul Cultivators, Yang Lie and Yang Kun, stood frozen, their faces white as paper.
The moment Yang Dingtian died, they knew the Yang Household was finished. Utterly finished.
When Ji Yuan had asked, "Who else?" they had not even dared step forward to take revenge. That figure in green robes seemed to have them pinned in place.
Now that True Person Tai'er stood before them, their legs went weak. They nearly dropped to their knees, lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.
True Person Tai'er glanced at them. His face held neither anger nor pity. He merely raised a hand.
Two invisible restrictions instantly wound through their limbs and bones, sealing their Nascent Souls and spiritual power tight.
"The Pill Cauldron Sect's Punishment Peak will pass judgment on the three hundred thousand lives lost in Qingyang City, and on all the filthy deeds the Yang Household has committed over the years."
Leaving