Chapter 1089: Extreme Yang Body, Huang Yang's Trump Card

His mother was everything to him; Huang Yang grew up under her care from a young age, constantly enjoying her doting.

Within the Huang Family, whenever he wanted something, his mother would find a way to give it to him; for this son of hers, Luo Feifei could be said to have given him everything—but now, his mother died, dying right before his eyes.

His mother, the mother who would give everything for him, died utterly.

From then on, yin and yang were separated; there was no longer any…… possibility of resurrection—Huang Yang, he no longer had a mother.

"Mother, you can't die, you can't abandon your son alone."

"Mother, it's me, Yang'er, your Yang'er, you can't die, you said you'd accompany your son to the pinnacle, the child hasn't……"

Tears moistened his eyes; even the strongest Huang Yang rarely cried, but now he couldn't hold back.

He wept—this man now had no mother.

He lowered his head, gazing at his mother's corpse, tears moistening her face; he held her like that for a quarter hour, then Huang Yang gently laid down her body, rose, and his true qi burst forth. He stared into the mist where Huang Yan, obscured by the mist, was surely not far away.

"Huang Yan, come out and fight me to the death."

"I will kill you."

Consumed by rage, he no longer concealed his strength, thrusting his right hand into his chest; the Flame Yang Bone emerged, emitting a blinding light, and the scorching heat instantly incinerated the surrounding mist, causing it to evaporate.

His vision gradually cleared as the incessant mist continued to be burned.

Within a radius of several hundred meters around Huang Yang lay his scorching true qi; the Flame Yang Bone combined with the Extreme Yang Body, erupting with terrifying energy. Anger robbed him of reason, no longer needing to restrain his body—at this moment he only wanted to kill Huang Yan.

"I found you, Huang Yan—you deserve to die."

"You killed my mother, leaving me motherless; I will kill you."

Huang Yang's figure vanished, leaving only a fiery red silhouette; everything in its path was consumed by flames.

The scorching heat dispersed the surrounding mist, clearing his vision; Huang Yang located Huang Yan's position. Huang Yan lifted his head, stared at the terrifying figure before him, and couldn't help but sneer: "Huang Yang, you almost killed me—I merely collected a little interest. Are you angry?"

"For all these years, I've been suppressed and bullied by you—have you ever experienced how I feel?"

"You merely lost a mother; such a woman, dead is dead—not worth grieving over."

Having spoken those words, Huang Yan immediately fled, turning and entering the mist, pursuing it onward.

Meanwhile, Huang Yang's fury blazed to the heavens; his mother was his reverse scale—Huang Yan not only killed her but also sought to humiliate her, making it impossible for him to let him go.

"Extreme Yang Fire."

"Extreme Yang Method."

Huang Yang pressed his palms together, like the sun itself, then spread his arms; the surrounding mist was instantly incinerated to nothing.

Within the formation, Huang Yan had nowhere to run.

Huang Yang's this move was devised solely for Huang Yan.

"To die in my Yang Extreme Palm is your honor."

"Go die, Huang Yan."

Huang Yang spread his hands; space twisted, and the mist evaporated.

Huang Yan would not directly oppose him; he immediately produced a Flame Yang Rod and hurled it at Huang Yang.

"Bang."

The two collided, instantly separating.

A massive energy explosion blasted both of their bodies away.

After Huang Yan was flung back several hundred meters, he stared at his surroundings, yet dared not relax his guard.

The explosion's aftermath had not yet dissipated; after the surrounding area was scorched by fierce flames, it lay charred black.

The air reeked of burnt scent; Huang Yan's eyes brightened, and he instantly spotted Huang Yang's figure.

"Huang Yan, this time let's see how you dodge."

"Flame Yang Great Palm."

The Flame Yang Bone erupted, and the huge palm burst forth with terrifying flames.

It formed a gigantic palm, engulfed in flames.

The Extreme Yang Body continuously erupted, increasing its released energy by more than threefold.

This great-palm technique covered a range of up to several hundred meters, leaving Huang Yan nowhere to hide.

"Flame Yang Rod Technique."

"Break."

The Flame Yang Staff enlarged, resembling the Divine Needle of Stabilizing the Sea.

He smashed it toward the sky.

"Boom."

In an instant, heaven and earth trembled; the formation shuddered under the terrifying energy, on the verge of collapse.

A sun-like radiance illuminated the surroundings; Qinglong Daoren tilted his head and said lightly, "Not a bad divine ability—combining the Flame Yang Bone with the Extreme Yang Body, this kid is talented, a pity he's our enemy."

"I don't know what the Huang Family is thinking; these two lads are quite good, and with a little cultivation they would surely rise."

"What a shame, ruined by a woman's hand."

"Truly, a man fears marrying the wrong wife—one mistake dooms three generations."

Elder Xinran nodded and said, "This is indeed true; some women see only their own kin, lacking a broader perspective and any sense of family."

"Someone like Luo Feifei is merely one among ten million women; she believes she's right, acting obstinately—actually, this is inseparable from Huang Longji, who as husband and father could not suppress everything."

"The Huang Family is destined never to rise."

Luo Feifei's actions perfectly illustrate the consequences of a woman controlling the family.

Such a woman does not take the family as her goal, but takes herself as the foundation.

"These two individuals are not lacking in talent; give them decades to grow, the True Lord Realm is not the end, and the Dao Realm also holds hope."

"If two Dao Realm experts emerged, the Huang Family would at least be unchallenged in the surrounding area, guaranteeing a millennium of prosperity."

Xinran Zhanglao nodded in acknowledgment: "What a pity, everything is gone."

"The two brothers turned against each other, destroyed by a woman."

"Inside the formation."

"After the explosion, Huang Yang and Huang Yan stared at each other; both were injured."

"Huang Yan is more severely injured; that strike exhausted most of his true qi, the consumption of the Flame Yang Staff is huge, beyond what he can currently bear; such an attack can only be used once more—after that, he cannot... attack."

"We cannot confront him head-on; this Huang Yang has hidden his strength, despite all these days of consumption, we cannot exhaust him."

"This person is indeed... cautious."

Huang Yang's gaze turned gloomy: "Huang Yan, I never expected you to return to cultivation again, and even obtained a middle-grade Spiritual Artifact; it seems your luck over the past year hasn't been bad, you found an opportunity."

"Hehehe." Huang Yan said disdainfully: "Thanks to you, my Flame Yang Bone was taken by you; over this past year, to restore my cultivation, do you know how much I have sacrificed? For revenge, to kill Luo Feifei, how much have I endured?"

"Fortunately, Luo Feifei is dead, and you, my brother, you are also about to die."

"This place, this formation, is the grave I have prepared for you."

Huang Yang let out a cold snort: "With just you now, relying on that middle-grade Spiritual Artifact you can block one of my attacks—what about this one?"

Huang Yang moved directly, giving Huang Yan no chance to react.

Huang Yan smiled, his figure vanished.

Leaving behind an illusion, Huang Yang's attack fell, striking nothing.