Chapter 42: Great Yin Form-Stealing, Nail Head Soul-Seeking

Boom—!

Violent wails accompanied by intensifying fluctuations of Qi surged from the half-air; Ouyang Haoze's eyes were bloodshot, clearly having gone berserk.

Seeing this scene, the other two Foundation Establishment late-stage disciples of the Divine Martial Gate, Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan, could no longer sit still.

"Senior Brother Ouyang!"

Wu Zhichong stepped forward first, looking at Ouyang Haoze's current wretched appearance with some trepidation, and said in a low voice: "The Great Sky Mirror is after all a matter of great importance."

"I understand."

Ouyang Haoze glanced back at Wu Zhichong; the anger in his bloodshot eyes quickly subsided, and he said calmly: "But that demon within this formation is more important! He is young yet proficient in formations, and his cultivation is not weak; if he breaks through to the Foundation Establishment Perfection in the future, he might even be able to assault the Golden Core realm."

"If we can kill a Golden Core seedling of the Mo Sect, then a Great Sky Mirror is worth sacrificing!"

Buzz!

In the half-air, the Great Sky Mirror emitted violent trembling sounds, as if it held a different opinion.

However, Ouyang Haoze turned a deaf ear; it was merely a spiritual treasure; when useful, one calls it "Lord Great Sky," but when useless, what is it?

Seeing that Ouyang Haoze was resolute, Wu Zhichong could only sigh, no longer attempting to dissuade him; after all, Ouyang Haoze, at the Foundation Establishment Perfection, was the person in charge of the Divine Martial Gate on this mission; since he had made the decision, naturally he would bear the consequences, and Wu Zhichong had done enough by offering advice.

At the same time, within the market district.

Lu Yang put away the Blood Sun Sword Pill, which had been mostly destroyed by the explosion, held the Primordial One Qi Ten Thousand Spirits Banner, and gazed with an inscrutable expression at Ouyang Haoze outside the market district.

"Junior Brother Lu, you are not dead?"

Feixia Fairy and Lu Yuanchun approached; one's face was filled with surprise, while the other, having survived the calamity, was also full of dread toward Lu Yang.

"Brother Lu is truly hiding his depths!"

Lu Yuanchun exclaimed loudly: "Having repelled Ouyang Haoze this time, the market district can rest in peace, sufficient to hold out until the Holy Sect receives the news and sends reinforcements!"

"Repelled? It is still too early."

Lu Yang shook his head.

"Indeed, look at Ouyang Haoze's appearance; his vital energy is greatly depleted; it is not merely repelling, but clearly a severe injury; this counts as a profound lesson for him!"

Feixia Fairy clapped her hands and laughed.

Hearing this, Lu Yuanchun hurriedly voiced agreement.

However, seeing this, Lu Yang sneered and said something shocking: "Merely repelling him cannot solve the problem forever; I have always disliked leaving behind future troubles."

"Better to kill him; it is straightforward and simple!"

"Kill whom?"

Ouyang Haoze?

For a moment, Feixia Fairy and Lu Yuanchun were stunned in place, for even in their most optimistic imaginations, such a scene had never appeared.

That was a Foundation Establishment Perfection disciple, a true transmission of the Righteous Path!

Who could kill him?

How to kill him?

The next second, Lu Yang took out the "Mysterious Female Great Yin Precious Jade" that Lu Yuanchun had returned to him earlier, formed a hand seal to cast a spell, and placed it in his palm to refine it.

Immediately, this precious jade gradually melted under Lu Yang's control, finally transforming into a circle of light, like a white and transparent precious mirror; under the illumination of the circle of light, figures rapidly appeared in Lu Yang's eyes, each figure corresponding to a lingering aura.

Judging from the reactions of others, it seemed only he could see them.

Feixia Fairy, Lu Yuanchun, Ouyang Haoze, Wu Zhichong, Duanmu Yuan; all who had fought here, their lingering auras remained in this place.

"This is the Great Yin Form-Stealing Art."

The second divine technique within the "Great Yin Body-Transforming Corpse-Release True Method"; the difficulty lies only in external objects, so after Lu Yang obtained the precious jade, he refined it in an instant!

"Let us test its power."

Lu Yang lowered his eyelids and quickly locked onto a lingering aura, which was Ouyang Haoze's, captured by him through the Great Yin Form-Stealing Art.

"Great Yin Form-Stealing..."

Lu Yang activated the divine technique; the next second, the circle of light formed by the Mysterious Female Great Yin Precious Jade swallowed Ouyang Haoze's aura, and then reflected his figure.

"... Nail Head Soul-Seeking!"

Immediately, Lu Yang slashed with two fingers.

Only the sound "Crack!" was heard; the circle of light split in two, and along with it, Ouyang Haoze's figure was split in half from head to toe, left and right.

To be safe, Lu Yang had slashed vertically.

Almost simultaneously.

Outside the market district, Ouyang Haoze had just finished his conversation with Wu Zhichong, turned his head to look at the market district, and with a wave of his hand, threw the Great Sky Mirror into the formation.

Although the Great Sky Mirror struggled violently, his mind was made up; he was about to explode it.

But the next second, Ouyang Haoze's action came to an abrupt halt.

Immediately, a strange slash mark appeared out of thin air above his head, then rapidly spread downward, finally turning into splashing blood flowers.

He split open.

The corpse fell through the half-air; only half of his face remained, still retaining shock; his eyeballs turned slightly, as if he had not yet realized what had happened.

"What is happening? I... am dead?"

Consciousness thus dissipated in confusion.

And after Ouyang Haoze's operation ceased, the Great Sky Mirror that had fallen into the formation also returned to calm; Lu Yang reached out and beckoned, and it flew over on its own.

Northern Frontier, Divine Martial Gate Headquarters.

Inside a bright great hall.

This place is named the "Soul Lamp Hall"; as the name suggests, it houses the soul lamps of many high-ranking members of the Divine Martial Gate, including the Sect Master, Elders, and even True Transmission Disciples.

As an old power in the Northern Frontier, the Divine Martial Gate has ruled the Northern Frontier for over a thousand years; its reputation in the Northern Frontier is deeply ingrained; situations where high-ranking members die are rare; therefore, the disciples responsible for guarding this place are mostly lazy, viewing this position merely as a lucrative post to collect sect subsidies.

Today was no different from usual; the guarding disciple routinely checked the soul lamps.

Entering the gate, he cast a glance.

Lit, lit, lit, lit, extinguished, lit, lit.

Hmm?

The guarding disciple blinked, instinctively turned his head to look, then immediately rubbed his eyes again; the expression on his face gradually shifted from casual to terrified.

"It's out, it's out! Brother Ouyang's soul lamp is out!?"

The voice spread instantly.

The next second, a middle-aged Daoist Priest appeared out of thin air within the main hall; his gaze fell upon the already extinguished soul lamp, and the expression on his face was a mix of shock and fury.

How many years had it been? How many years since a true disciple of the Divine Martial Gate had perished?

"Ouyang... Skull Mountain!?"

The middle-aged Daoist Priest's face turned iron-green; suddenly he waved his hand, summoned Ouyang Haoze's soul lamp, and with a surge of magic power, forcibly reignited the flame!

Of course, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

This reignited flame could not save Ouyang Haoze's life; at best, it could only manifest the scene he had last seen while alive.

Soon, the flame illuminated a scene.

The middle-aged Daoist Priest instantly recognized it as the market of the Initial Saint Sect on Skull Mountain; within the market, a handsome and elegant youth was gazing out at the long sky.

Was it him? Did he kill Ouyang Haoze?

Deep, bone-piercing hatred surfaced in the middle-aged Daoist Priest's eyes.

For Ouyang Haoze was not only a true disciple of the sect, but also the most outstanding young generation of his Ouyang family, a junior upon whom he had pinned great hopes!

This hatred, this grudge, would end only in death!

"Hmm?"

Within the market on Skull Mountain, Lu Yang, who had just sheathed the Tai Xiao Mirror he had actively surrendered, suddenly frowned, looked up at the sky, and a chill rose in his heart.

This feeling was very familiar to him.

It was the sensation of one's own karma being manipulated by external forces; in his previous life, when the Master of the Mending Heaven Peak calculated his karma, he had once felt something similar.

Could it be that another Foundation Establishment True Person was plotting against him!?

(End of this chapter)