Chapter Twenty-One: The Might of a Single Staff, Crushed into Pulp

Facing the giant sphere of flame that burned like a scorching sun, Su Yang felt not a shred of fear.

Three years. This strike contained too many emotions, and it also held every ounce of power Su Yang could unleash from within his body: the boiling Supreme Blood, the swirling Three Profound Energies, and the surging, heaven-shaking Battle Saint Technique.

Every grievance held against the Wang family was poured into this single strike.

How could Su Yang fear? And why should he?

When the shadow of his staff slammed solidly into the fireball, the immense force of the impact caused Su Yang’s entire body to be swallowed by the sphere of flame.

Seeing this, Wang Yiyi finally burst into manic laughter. "Hahaha! Su Yang, you are far too arrogant. You thought you could contend with me? Did you think I loved you? You are no longer the Su Yang of the past; you were nothing more than a blood-slave I kept for three years. You pathetic waste! You should have gone to see the King of Hell long ago."

Meanwhile, Li Beiye, who was still locked in combat with Wang Lang, saw Su Yang being consumed by Wang Yiyi’s massive fireball. His eyes widened, and he lost his composure.

Wang Lang, a man of such caliber, would never let such a moment of distraction pass. He unleashed several rapid-fire palm strikes, sending gale-force winds crashing toward Li Beiye at blinding speed.

Li Beiye snapped back to reality, but realizing he could not dodge, he was forced to hold his long spear horizontally before him, hoping to use its power to block Wang Lang’s assault.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

The explosive force of the gales struck the spear head-on. The sheer power sent him flying back a hundred meters. Because Wang Lang had poured his entire strength into the attack, even Li Beiye could not avoid internal injury. His retreating body pierced through several houses before he finally came to a halt.

"Damn it! I was careless." Li Beiye knelt on one knee, his left hand clutching his chest while his right hand tightly gripped his spear. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he glared with a terrifying gaze.

"Hahaha! City Lord Li, don't worry so much about a nameless nobody. I’ll send you down to join him soon enough." Wang Lang, having succeeded in his sneak attack, felt utterly triumphant.

But Li Beiye paid no heed to his own injuries. Instead, he lifted his head slightly, staring at the giant fireball that refused to dissipate. His eyes were filled with complex emotions as he prayed silently, "Su Yang... please, don't let anything happen to you."

"Mom... Mommy... I'm scared!" A child’s weeping caught Li Beiye’s attention. He realized that the impact of Wang Lang’s blow had sent him crashing into a residential home. A mother and her child were huddled together nearby, trembling in terror.

The sight reminded him of his own daughter. Just as he was about to rise and leave, he saw a long sword transform into countless sword shadows, rushing toward him.

"Li Beiye, I shall see you off now!"

"Spirit Sword Technique, Ten Thousand Swords in Pursuit!"

This was Wang Lang’s ultimate killing technique—a move he had never revealed before and his final trump card. Seeing Li Beiye distracted once more, Wang Lang did not hold back. He unleashed his lethal art without hesitation, convinced that there was no way Li Beiye could dodge in time.

Li Beiye’s pupils reflected only the countless sword shadows descending upon him. He tried to dodge, only to find himself paralyzed. He could only watch as his death approached.

Just as Li Beiye was about to close his eyes and accept his fate, a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Do not dare harm my father!!!"

Immediately following that, a terrifying, bone-chilling aura of death permeated the entire room.

Throughout Yebai City, the various factions and rogue cultivators lurking in the shadows had all assumed the battle was over the moment they saw Su Yang swallowed by the giant fireball. In the end, Wang Yiyi had proven superior, and the once-talented youth, Su Yang, had failed his quest for revenge.

"Alas, what a pity. That Wang Yiyi is too fierce, and she possesses two types of bloodline powers. Even if Su Yang was a genius, he wasted three years; to have pushed Wang Yiyi this far is already impressive."

"Indeed, it seems the Wang family has had the last laugh."

"From this day on, I fear the Su family will be no more."

Even Elder Bi of the Wangyue Sect watched Wang Yiyi’s back with a smile on her face. "This girl will surely be a pillar of the Wangyue Sect in the future. If the Sect Master knew she possessed such talent, he would certainly treasure her."

"It is a pity about that boy with the Supreme Blood; he was a decent seed. But in the end, he was nothing more than a stepping stone for Wang Yiyi."

Just as everyone assumed Su Yang had been consumed by the giant fireball, a surge of immense fighting spirit erupted from within the flames. The intent manifested into beams of light that split and shot out from the interior of the sphere.

"Wang Yiyi, die!!!"

The voice rang out again, and the giant fireball disintegrated, scattering into the surroundings like the fragments of an exploding meteor.

Within the golden light stood a youth radiating a terrifying aura of war. Although Su Yang’s body was covered in burns and he clearly suffered from heavy wounds, his grip on his long staff remained firm and powerful. His aura remained unstoppable!

In that moment, Su Yang, having returned as an Asura to exact his revenge, gave Wang Yiyi no chance.

The staff descended, smashing heavily onto the head of the terrified Wang Yiyi.

*Splat.*

The immense power instantly crushed Wang Yiyi into a pulp of flesh and bone, driving her deep into the ground. The entire city of Yebai shook, a massive fissure extending from the Su residence all the way to the city outskirts.

The power of that single strike had nearly split Yebai City in two!

"No!!!"

A cry of fury erupted. Elder Bi of the Wangyue Sect stared with wide, disbelieving eyes, letting out a heart-wrenching roar. She never imagined that Wang Yiyi would be pulverized into meat paste by that boy!

Who could have foreseen this? Moments ago, Wang Yiyi held the absolute advantage, but now, the reversal left everyone stunned. The daughter of the Wang family—possessing two bloodlines, having awakened her power, and having stepped into the Divine Martial Realm—was now nothing but a pile of gore.

She was dead beyond all repair.

Elder Bi, who had been watching the situation closely, felt a rage that could not be described in words. The girl who could have led the Wangyue Sect to greatness had died right before her eyes. In any case, she could not escape the wrath of her Sect Master.

At this moment, Elder Bi wanted nothing more than to tear Su Yang limb from limb!

Su Yang looked at the remains of Wang Yiyi, and something within his heart finally settled. A sense of relief washed over him. He closed his eyes and took a long breath; all the hatred that had accumulated in his heart had vanished into thin air.

Just as Su Yang relaxed, the enraged Elder Bi finally made her move.

She erupted with an aura even more tyrannical than that of Li Beiye, her eyes cold as she glared at Su Yang. "You little bastard! You killed the most outstanding disciple our Wangyue Sect has ever had. I will make you wish you were dead!"

"Hah!"

Elder Bi unleashed a palm strike, the raw, powerful spiritual energy surging toward Su Yang. The immense pressure rendered him unable to move!

Just as the palm was about to strike him, a purple figure blocked his path. "Don't you dare touch my big brother! You old hag, take this—Purple Lightning Laser Cannon!!!"