BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Battle of the Dou Huang

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”Go!”

Fa Ma, Jia Xingtian, and Hai Bodong immediately followed.

Behind them, a large group of Dou Wang experts also spread their wings and took to the sky in pursuit.

Below, on the royal plaza—

Xian’er gracefully leapt into the air, grayish-white Dou Qi wings unfurling behind her. Gusts of wind subtly circled her body as she swiftly caught up to Fa Ma and the others, flying side by side with them.

Amidst many astonished gazes, Xiao Yan also unfolded a pair of enormous black wings patterned with purple stripes and soared into the sky, trailing behind the group of Dou Wang, doing his best to keep up.

As the powerhouses left one after another, the entire royal plaza fell into a dead silence. The drastic turn of events had occurred so quickly that many still hadn’t processed what had just happened.

But soon, people began to react—and once they did, excitement spread through the crowd as they turned their eyes westward.

Barring any accidents, a world-shaking battle was about to erupt over there.

”Let’s go watch from afar!”

Nalan Yanran, Mu Zhan, Liu Ling, the Little Princess, and the other young people weren’t about to miss such a monumental event. One by one, their figures flashed as they bounded off the plaza like a swarm of grasshoppers.

After exiting the western gates of the capital and flying for more than a hundred li—

Ahead, Wei Yang could already see the three high-level Dou Huang trailing behind the palace.

And just over ten li ahead of those three, that mysterious Dou Zong expert could be seen—dragging the gray-robed youth in his hand.

Wei Yang’s wings beat rapidly, and his speed surged again.

After a dozen more li, the distance between him and the three Dou Huang was reduced to just a few hundred meters.

”Qing Lin, hold on tight,” Wei Yang said softly.

”Yes, Young Master,” Qing Lin replied obediently, wrapping her arms tightly around Wei Yang’s neck like a koala hugging a tree.

Wei Yang stared straight ahead, the corner of his mouth lifting into a cold arc. Slowly, both of his hands emerged from his sleeves—within his palms, three black miniature fire dragons coiled and writhed lifelike, alive with energy.

A terrifying aura had long been building within them.

The three high-level Dou Huang up ahead sensed the incoming threat. Knowing they could no longer avoid the fight, their advancing figures suddenly halted mid-air. They turned with sharp glares and shouted, ”Stop, or else—”

”Cut the crap—die!” Wei Yang roared, thrusting both palms forward.

ROAR—

Six fire dragons erupted with a deafening roar. Their movements were fluid and alive, as if they were true living creatures.

Their bodies rapidly expanded in the air—within an instant, they had swelled to over thirty meters long!

Emitting an unbearably intense heat, they twisted the space around them as they charged straight toward the three Dou Huang.

”Insolence!” the trio bellowed in fury. Raising both palms, they struck simultaneously.

Instantly, six pitch-black palm imprints, each nearly three zhang wide, slammed directly into the six massive fire dragons with brutal force and zero flourish.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In mid-air, a massive black mushroom cloud exploded, black flames spiraling upward with violent fury. The shockwave blasted through the clouds above, shattering them apart.

Simultaneously, a circular shockwave rippled outward.

The destructive force was so immense that even over a hundred li away in the capital, people could faintly sense the explosion.

”Hmph.” Wei Yang was pushed back more than ten meters, the protective barrier around his body trembling violently.

Letting out a low snort, he waved a hand—his palm casually dispersing the remaining shockwave in front of him.

At that moment—

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Four figures quickly arrived behind him.

”Brother Yang!”

”Wei Yang!”

”You’re just in time,” Wei Yang said casually. ”Leave those three to you—I’m going after that old bastard.”

With a sudden burst of speed, he rose higher into the sky, then shot forward in a streak of black fiery light. In a few flashes, he had already exited the zone where chaotic energy waves still swept and ravaged the sky.

”No problem, leave it to us,” the three old men replied without hesitation.

”Don’t worry, Brother Yang,” Xian’er added with a nod. She clasped her hands together, then slowly spread them apart.

Whooosh—

A palm-sized tornado rapidly spun between her hands before swiftly expanding in size.

”Wei Yang, be careful of that Dou Zong! Just stall him if you can. We’ll finish up here quickly and regroup with you!” Fa Ma called out loudly.

”Got it,” Wei Yang replied, already streaking into the distance.

”Stop!” The three high-level Dou Huangs shouted as they moved to intercept Wei Yang’s retreat. However, several exceptionally fierce attacks suddenly burst forth, forcing them to turn back and defend themselves.

”Wind, fire!” Xian’er called out softly, her white dress fluttering as her entire body became enveloped in a tornado.

Immediately after, the tornado rapidly expanded in size, swiftly transforming into a massive storm column that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, everyone present was enveloped within this enormous whirlwind.

Roar—

The howling winds, accompanied by intermittent dragon roars and surging yellow flames, swept across the sky with overwhelming power.

Of course, the bulk of the wind and flame’s might was cleverly directed away from Fa Ma and the others, pouring down instead on the three high-level Dou Huangs.

”Wind and Thunder Fury Flame!” the three Dou Huangs cried out in alarm and fury.

Not only did they have to deal with the ever-present assault of the raging wind and flame—constantly maintaining their Dou Qi barriers to defend themselves—but they also faced the wild joint attacks of Xian’er and her three allies.

For a time, they were thrown into complete disarray.

Whoosh—

Crack! Pop!

Each blade of wind tore through like a red-hot knife, carrying terrifying heat as it slashed across their Dou Qi barriers with crackling impact.

Every strike carried the power of a full-force blow from a mid- to high-rank Dou Wang.

This kind of sustained assault put the three Dou Huangs’ protective barriers under constant, immense pressure, rapidly draining their energy.

”Haha! What a marvelous Wind and Thunder Fury Flame!” Fa Ma laughed heartily, unable to hide the admiration in his voice.

Jia Xingtian and Hai Bodong also burst into laughter, clearly enjoying themselves.

Though they occasionally got clipped by searing wind blades or scorched by flames—something that couldn’t be avoided—it happened infrequently, and they could easily endure it.

But for the three high-level Dou Huangs, things weren’t going so well.

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Inside the tornado—

”You dare block my master’s retreat? Do you have any idea the disaster you’ve invited? One day, my master will drown the entire Jia Ma Empire in blood!” the leading Eight-Star Dou Huang threatened coldly.

”Indeed! Let us go now and we might forget this. Otherwise, you’ll regret it too late!” added a Seven-Star Dou Huang.

”Drown Jia Ma Empire in blood? Heh, what a bold claim! Let’s see if your master can even walk away alive today before you boast!” Jia Xingtian sneered, his eyes turning increasingly cold.

”Cut the crap. Today, either the three of you die, or the four of us do. Damn it, I’ve had a belly full of fire to vent!” Hai Bodong said coldly, his palms wreathed in icy mist.

”Fight!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the void seemed to boil and tear apart.

Waves of violent energy swept outward in all directions.

A chaotic brawl between seven Dou Huang experts erupted midair, within the heart of the massive tornado.

Among them, the lowest in strength—Xian’er and Hai Bodong—were both Six-Star Dou Huangs. Of course, their actual combat power far exceeded that level.

Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma, needless to say, were both at the peak of Dou Huang.

Now, with the four joining forces against one Eight-Star and two Seven-Star Dou Huangs, they held an absolute advantage.

By this point, Wei Yang’s figure had already vanished into the distant horizon.

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Behind them, a group of Dou Wangs who had arrived late hovered at a distance, stunned, not daring to approach.

The turbulent energy waves occasionally burst out from the tornado and slammed down on the ground, carving deep trenches and blasting open craters.

Combined with the terrifying, blazing tornado raging across the land, the area spanning over a thousand meters had been utterly devastated.

Even from several kilometers away, the Dou Wangs could feel the scorching winds rushing toward them, bending and snapping the trees at their feet.

That towering yellowish-brown tornado connecting heaven and earth was a breathtaking sight.

The fierce wind, swirling madly with yellow flames... its power was simply terrifying beyond measure.

It resembled a massive natural disaster.

If such a storm had erupted in the imperial capital, who knew how many lives it would have claimed?

A battle of this caliber—Dou Wangs couldn’t interfere at all. Even getting closer would be dangerous.

At this moment, Xiao Yan also arrived, flapping his wings and hovering in midair. His gaze was filled with shock as he looked toward the violent battlefield ahead.

He did not see Wei Yang’s figure among them.

Only a white-haired, white-robed silhouette danced amid the chaos, controlling the fierce winds and the raging yellowish flames that swept across the skies.

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