BTTH : Emperor Yang

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”All assigned? Then let’s move. Don’t waste time.” Wei Yang said calmly.

Everyone slowly nodded, their faces turning extremely solemn. Although the combat power of these puppets couldn’t possibly compare to that of a true Ban Sheng, anything that carried the word Saint was never simple.

In Wei Yang’s eyes flickered a trace of anticipation.

Although this wasn’t his first time fighting a Ban Sheng, the two lizard he faced before were defeated only because he borrowed the Dragon Emperor’s Blood Essence for a brief explosive burst of strength.

This time, however, it would be a real battle fought entirely with his own power—against a Ban Sheng, even if the opponent was just a puppet.

”Go!”

As the word left Wei Yang’s mouth, his foot stepped forward three times, and a mighty aura burst out from his body, surging outward like a storm. It spread wildly and locked directly onto one of the puppets—the one with the strongest aura.

Boom!

The five puppets that had been standing motionless like statues suddenly moved, their empty eyes snapping toward Wei Yang in unison.

In the next instant, the most powerful of the Ban Sheng puppets took a step forward—its movements looked stiff, yet they were incredibly fast and strange. In a blink, it appeared right in front of Wei Yang.

Without a word, it thrust out a terrifying palm strike that shattered space itself and came crashing down on him like lightning.

”Good! Come on!”

Facing the puppet’s ferocious attack, Wei Yang let out a hearty laugh and raised his own hand to meet it with a palm strike.

Their palms collided—no tricks, no fancy moves.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The surrounding void shattered inch by inch, turning into dust. Wei Yang’s body only trembled slightly before he steadied himself. The puppet, however, was forced several steps back, its feet stomping heavily on the ground.

Wei Yang frowned slightly, thinking to himself, ’A puppet is still just a puppet... too weak.’

The slight excitement he had felt vanished instantly upon the first exchange. Too weak—it couldn’t give him even the slightest sense of pressure.

A bit of disappointment welled up in his heart, for if nothing unexpected happened, this would likely be his final battle at the Ban Sheng stage—and yet he didn’t even have a worthy opponent.

Though he enjoyed overwhelming his enemies with absolute power, even someone accustomed to dominance would eventually grow lonely. Every now and then, he wished for a rival who could truly match him.

Yes, as the saying goes—when you’re too full, you start looking for trouble.

At least during this brief transitional stage of being a Ban Sheng, he felt a touch of melancholy, a swordsman’s loneliness—looking around with his sword drawn, yet finding no worthy foe.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

While Wei Yang was pressing down the strongest Ban Sheng puppet, Xiao Yan and the others had also joined forces against another.

More than twenty streams of powerful Dou Qi burst forth, crisscrossing through the air before slamming heavily into the puppet’s body. So many people joining forces—such a strike would make even a peak Nine-Change Dou Zun retreat rather than take it head-on.

Yet this Ban Sheng puppet absorbed the blows completely without flinching, as though pain or injury were concepts that didn’t apply to it. However, its own counterattacks were completely shattered at that moment.

”Move!”

At the same time, Hun Yu and his group didn’t dare to slack off. With a cold shout, several figures rushed out together, surrounding the Ban Sheng puppet of the Hun Clan.

”Honored ancestor, let us help release you from this pain.”

Hun Yu looked at the puppet’s empty face and spoke softly. Then his figure flashed forward, followed closely by over ten Hun Clan experts, their majestic Dou Qi binding the Ban Sheng puppet tightly.

Not long after, Jiu Feng also led the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan’s powerhouses forward to face another Ban Sheng puppet. The last remaining puppet was left to be dealt with by the five remaining small teams.

Everyone unleashed their Dou Qi to the fullest, charging forward. Each group formed its own battle formation.

In an instant, terrifying Dou Qi and violent energy fluctuations spread across the vast plain. The fierce winds were sharp as blades, sweeping and tearing through the land in all directions.

Though they had the advantage in numbers, aside from Wei Yang, none of them were true Ban Sheng powerhouses. This would undoubtedly be a brutal battle.

Time passed.

The fight continued in white-hot intensity.

About five minutes later—

Wei Yang finally grew bored. By now, the Ban Sheng puppet before him had already been beaten into a barely recognizable form. Its limbs were broken in several places, and countless cracks ran through its body. Then Wei Yang reached out and grabbed its withered head.

”Since you’ve suffered for so long, killing you will be your release.”

As his words fell, his hand clenched tightly.

Crack crack crack—

The withered head, already covered in fractures from his earlier strikes, exploded like a smashed watermelon.

But no blood splattered out—clearly, after countless years of exposure to wind and rain, the puppet’s body had long dried out completely, its insides mummified and devoid of any moisture.

Boom!

With the explosion, pale chunks of flesh and fragments of bone shot out in all directions. As the puppet’s head burst apart, its body—which had still been struggling—suddenly went stiff. A strange wave of energy spread out from the broken neck.

That energy gradually faded into nothingness, dissipating with the wind. As the fluctuation vanished, the Ban Sheng puppet’s entire body rapidly began to weather before everyone’s eyes, turning to dust that drifted down to the ground.

Having finished off his opponent, Wei Yang slowly descended and stood upon the shattered grassland, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. He didn’t pay much attention to the other three battlefields.

The lives or deaths of those people had nothing to do with him.

Most of his attention was on Xian’er and Xiao Yan’s group. Seeing that Xiao Yan and the others weren’t in any mortal danger and were even fighting quite energetically, Wei Yang chose not to interfere and simply let them enjoy themselves.

Nine Dragon Fire Control Technique!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

From Xiao Yan, Xian’er, and Ah Da burst twenty-seven fire dragons of three different colors, roaring and weaving through the air as they tangled fiercely with the Ban Sheng puppet.

On the outer edge, Gu Xun’er, Medusa, and the others continuously launched attacks, each strike blasting through the air to smash into the puppet’s body.

”Try to aim for its head!” Xiao Yan licked his lips, shouting with excitement. ”Yun Yun, those of you with weaker strength, stay further back! Don’t get too close!”

A Ban Sheng puppet? That’s it? Heh, not that impressive after all. Even ants can bite an elephant to death if there are enough of them.

Xian’er, Gu Xun’er, and the others were also in high spirits, attacking the puppet wildly as if their Dou Qi cost nothing. The initial tension in their hearts gradually melted away as the battle went on.

After all, it wasn’t every day you got the chance to beat up a Ban Sheng—especially one this stupid, who couldn’t dodge and just stood there like a humanoid punching bag.

Feeling the thrill, Xiao Yan even activated the Diamond Glazed Body and charged in for close combat, swinging his massive golden fists in a flurry of heavy blows.

Octane Blast!

Bang!

The terrifyingly powerful punch smashed squarely into the puppet’s head, causing several deep cracks to appear across its skull. The puppet staggered back a step, then suddenly spun around. Its seemingly stiff arm swung out like thunder, slamming hard onto Xiao Yan’s shoulder.

Clang!

Xiao Yan’s huge body was forced several steps backward, his shoulder slightly caved in from the impact, leaving behind a clear palm print. However, with the King Kong Glass Body activated, his physical defense had become incredibly tough. Though it hurt, he could still barely endure it.

”Haha! That’s what I’m talking about! Come again!” The golden giant laughed loudly, raising his fist for another strike.

Seeing this, Gu Xun’er and Gu Qingyang refused to be outdone. Their hands rapidly formed seals, summoning two enormous fingers of pure energy that carried a destructive aura as they slammed down from above.

Great Silent Destruction Finger!

The energy fingers descended like lightning, striking hard at the puppet’s head. Immediately after, Gu Hua, Gu Xing, and the others also unleashed this powerful Heaven Grade Dou Technique, one after another conjuring slightly dimmer energy fingers that pressed down in succession.

Boom!

From the sky, a rainbow-colored bolt of lightning suddenly gathered and crashed down with immense force—it was Medusa’s attack.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A black gale howled through the air.

Nine Nether Cold Palm!

That was Ah Da’s strike.

Ghostly Poison Palm!

A greenish flame palm print, corrosive enough to collapse the surrounding space, slammed down as well.

That one was Xian’er’s attack.

Further out, the disciples of the Flower Sect also unleashed their full power, sending countless attacks raining down. All those strikes converged toward the same point with an overwhelming momentum that shook the heavens.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Wei Yang watched from the sidelines, momentarily speechless.

These guys... were really having the time of their lives.

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