Chapter 119: Wang Teng Burns His Life

"Pity, in the face of absolute power, quantity means nothing."

"Kunpeng Law · Devour Heaven and Earth!"

A black hole ten times larger than before, dark and profound as if capable of swallowing stars, suddenly unfolded above him!

The black hole rotated slowly, emitting an overwhelming suction and annihilation force that crushed hope.

The first meteorite fell into the black hole—no explosion, no sound—instantly devoured, disintegrated, reduced to primal energy.

The second followed immediately, vanishing just as silently.

The third meteorite slammed into the black hole, carrying Jiang Xia’s last hope—this time, it finally caused a tremor; the black hole’s edge twisted violently, as if reaching its limit—but ultimately, it still swallowed the third meteorite whole.

"Puff!"

Jiang Xia overextended his body, blood gushing from his mouth like water, the Complete Susano’o collapsing instantly into a shower of blue sparks.

He fell from the sky like a severed kite, crashing hard to the ground; countless bones had broken without his notice, his consciousness dimming, his breath barely there—proof he still lived.

Wang Teng and Ye Lingxi struggled to approach, but were blocked by a space barrier Yang Wei casually erected, forced to watch helplessly.

Yang Wei walked slowly toward Jiang Xia, looking down at him with a complex gaze—amazement, a faint trace of regret, but mostly cold detachment.

"Jiang Xia, Itachi are truly the most gifted person I’ve ever seen. Given time, your future achievements would be limitless."

"But... Itachi stood in my way."

He raised his hand, palm aimed at Jiang Xia’s forehead—the devouring black hole began to coalesce once more.

As Wang Teng watched the destructive black hole re-form, aimed at the fallen, barely breathing Jiang Xia, his eyes turned instantly red.

"Old Jiang!"

An unprecedented panic and resolve surged through him. He knew, with their current state, they could not block Yang Wei’s next strike—not even for a second.

Jiang Xia would die. All of them would die!

"Fuck it, let’s go!" Wang Teng’s mind flashed with jokes in the Literary Academy, laughter at New Year’s dinner...

He bit down hard on his tongue—pain and the metallic tang jolted his spirit awake, a wild glint flashing in his eyes.

"Fatty, don’t do something stupid!"

Jiang Xia weakly cried out—he saw the reckless determination in Wang Teng’s eyes, tried to struggle up, but his injuries flared, another mouthful of blood spewing forth.

Ye Lingxi realized too—her ice-blue eyes filled with panic: "Wang Teng, no!"

"Sorry, Old Jiang, Lingxi... looks like I’m gonna be a hero this time!" Wang Teng grinned, a smile uglier than crying, yet his gaze was unshakable.

He slammed his palms together—his originally gray-black runes instantly turned a sinister crimson, and a power far greater than before, yet reeking of self-destruction, erupted violently!

"With my blood, I burn my soul! Yin-Yang Secret Seal · Yin Seal · Burn Life!"

He rasped the incantation, each word spattered with blood.

It was his forbidden technique—sacrificing his lifespan and soul essence to forcibly gain power beyond limits, if only for moments.

"Fatty, stop!"

Jiang Xia’s eyes bulged—he felt Wang Teng’s life force draining away, an irreversible burning!

Wang Teng did not turn back. His entire body was engulfed in crimson light, his aura surging instantly, briefly shattering the confines of the Wang Hou realm, reaching an unimaginable height!

The Soul Devouring Scythe in his hand shrieked, transforming into a colossal crimson scythe-shadow spanning heaven and earth, slashing toward Yang Wei with the power to sever reincarnation!

"Get the hell out of my way!"

This strike carried Wang Teng’s entire will, life, and soul!

Its power was so immense, the surrounding space groaned under unbearable strain!

Yang Wei’s perpetually indifferent face finally showed genuine surprise.

"A soul-burning forbidden technique? I underestimated your resolve."

He had no choice but to abandon his killing blow on Jiang Xia and focus fully on Wang Teng’s desperate attack.

The black hole in his palm expanded violently, meeting the crimson scythe-shadow head-on.

"Boom—!"

The crimson scythe-shadow clashed again with the devouring black hole—this time, the energy explosion dwarfed all prior encounters!

The entire valley shook violently; the ground was gouged down three feet!

A terrifying soul shockwave radiated outward—even Ye Lingxi, far away, felt her spirit pierce with pain.

The stalemate lasted only an instant.

The realm gap was simply too vast.

The crimson scythe-shadow began to crumble, piece by piece, dissolving into nothingness under the black hole’s devouring pull.

"Puff!"

The crimson glow on Wang Teng’s body flickered out like a candle in the wind—he collapsed limply to the ground, face ashen as paper, breath barely there, as if he might vanish in the next second.

"Fatty!" Jiang Xia crawled desperately toward Wang Teng, his heart filled with endless regret and rage—if only he were stronger, if only he hadn’t misjudged...

Ye Lingxi also forced herself to reach Wang Teng’s side, her icy fingers pressing against his wrist—feeling the pulse nearly gone, her heart sank to the abyss, her eyes instantly reddened.

Yang Wei looked at the three fallen figures, especially Wang Teng, whose life flickered like a candle, and shook his head slightly.

"Why? Pointless struggle. Since your bond runs so deep, then let Itachi all depart together."

He raised his hand again—the black hole began to coalesce anew. This time, he would erase all three from existence.

At this critical moment!

"Hmph! What demon dares commit murder within the boundaries of Ren Yuan Pass?!"

A roar like a great bell rang from beyond the heavens, shaking eardrums raw!

Immediately after, a supreme, unstoppable fist intent tore through the sky like a falling meteor, slamming straight into Yang Wei!

This punch carried overwhelming might—equal to Yang Wei’s peak half-saint aura!

Even faintly radiating martial will, suppressing all evil!

Yang Wei’s expression finally changed—he sensed the terrifying power and invisible spatial sealing within the punch.

He had no choice but to abandon his attack on Jiang Xia and his companions, channeling all his strength into the black hole to meet the earth-shattering fist intent!

"Boom—!!!!!!"

The collision of fist intent and black hole made the valley seem ready to shatter—violent energy currents swept everything, reducing trees and rocks to dust!

Amid swirling dust, a tall, burly figure clad in simple martial robes stood like a mountain before Jiang Xia and the others.

He appeared fifty to sixty years old, face rugged, eyes sharp as lightning, his blood qi surging like an ocean—he was unmistakably a human half-saint!

And from his aura, he was no novice—likely mid- or even late-stage!

"Wu Alliance, Tie Shanhe!"

The newcomer’s voice thundered, his gaze like a blade locking onto Yang Wei: "Cowardly fiend, daring to slaughter our human prodigies? Itachi seek death!"

Yang Wei had been pushed back half a step in the clash, his eyes dark as he stared at the sudden arrival of Tie Shanhe, then glanced at the dying Jiang Xia and the others behind him—he knew today’s mission was impossible.

"A half-saint of the Wu Alliance... hmph. Consider yourselves lucky."

He spat coldly, his form flickered—the surrounding space rippled, and in the next instant, he vanished like a ghost, leaving not a trace.

Tie Shanhe did not pursue—his primary mission was rescue.

He rushed to Jiang Xia and the others, and when he saw Wang Teng’s condition, his brow tightened sharply.