BTTH : Emperor Yang

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As Xiao Yan and the others moved in perfect unison, their terrifying attacks erupted simultaneously and landed squarely on the head of the Ban Sheng Puppet.

Facing such a fierce onslaught, the Ban Sheng Puppet’s body trembled violently. Immediately after, it’s already cracked and withered head, which had been smashed open by Xiao Yan earlier, exploded with a loud bang!

Soon after, the puppet’s headless corpse began to rapidly wither, and within moments, it turned into countless specks of dust that drifted away with the wind.

Huff~

Seeing this, everyone exhaled deeply, relief washing over their faces. Golden light flared and then retracted; Xiao Yan’s body quickly shrank back to its normal size.

Sweeping his gaze around, he noticed that aside from himself, Gu Xun’er, and Xian’er, the rest of the group bore varying degrees of injuries—some light, some heavy.

Even the powerful Gu Qingyang had sustained internal injuries from the earlier exchange with the Ban Sheng Puppet. Fortunately, they weren’t too severe.

”Everyone, take some time to recover first.” Xiao Yan flicked his finger, taking out a bottle of pills. With a casual motion, he sent them flying one by one, each pill hovering in front of his companions.

Then he took one for himself, sat down cross-legged, and began his recovery.

As for standing guard, Xiao Yan wasn’t worried at all—Wei Yang was standing nearby, watching the surroundings. He was easily the most relaxed person present.

At that, everyone hurriedly swallowed their pills and sat down cross-legged, entering a cultivation state to recover as quickly as possible.

In a place filled with danger like this, one could only feel secure if the Dou Qi within the body remained full and circulating.

”Brother Yang, should we help them?” After recovering a little, Xian’er stood up and walked over to Wei Yang’s side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Her beautiful eyes looked toward the three ongoing battles in the distance as she asked softly. Those three battle zones were not in great shape. Even on Hun Yu’s side, a member of the Hun Clan had already been killed—his heart shattered by a Ban Sheng Puppet.

However, their overall strength was still quite impressive. Working together, they had managed to suppress the puppet completely. Judging from the situation, victory was only a matter of time.

In another direction, the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan had also suffered some casualties, though not severe. They too had the upper hand against their Ban Sheng Puppet. Compared to them, the last battlefield looked far more tragic.

That side was made up of five temporarily allied teams. Although their individual strengths weren’t weak, they lacked coordination and trust. Everyone fought half-heartedly, holding back, which made their teamwork sloppy.

As a result, several Dou Zun had already died at the hands of the Ban Sheng Puppet. This was where the casualties were the heaviest.

”No need to bother with them.” Wei Yang shook his head lightly.

Their group had already taken down two Ban Sheng Puppets—that was more than enough. There was no reason to get involved any further. If those people couldn’t even handle their own battle, then dying here was only what they deserved.

Besides, everyone here was a competitor anyway.

Xian’er nodded slightly in agreement.

”Brother Wei.”

After taking a short rest to stabilize his condition, Xiao Yan stood up and walked over.

He glanced at the distant battlefields before shifting his gaze to the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree. About a hundred meters above the ground, circles of radiant light emanated from its trunk, pulsing with astonishing life energy.

”So this is the legendary Bodhisattva Heart?” Xiao Yan stopped beside Wei Yang, speaking with deep awe.

”It should be,” Wei Yang replied with a small smile and a nod.

”This Bodhisattva Ancient Tree is even stranger and more dangerous than we imagined.”

Xian’er’s beautiful eyes were fixed on that shimmering light. Her brows furrowed slightly as she said, ”Those Ban Sheng Puppets must have been real Ban Sheng experts before their deaths. Yet even they ended up as puppets. That means this Bodhisattva Ancient Tree is something even Ban Shengs couldn’t handle.”

Hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded solemnly.

These Ban Sheng Puppets weren’t actually the biggest problem. After their earlier battles, everyone had begun to understand their nature. Though called Ban Sheng Puppets, their true strength was still far from that of a genuine Ban Sheng expert.

If it were truly as strong as a real Ban Sheng, there’s no way a group of Dou Zun working together could have suppressed and killed it this easily. Anyone who underestimated a true Ban Sheng because of this would be making a grave mistake.

After all, if it were Wei Yang standing in that puppet’s place, why don’t you try and see for yourselves? If your whole team doesn’t get wiped out, that alone would be impressive.

The biggest problem now was the Bodhisattva Ancient Tree itself, for no one knew what kind of strange or terrifying methods it might possess. No one wanted to end up as a puppet—admired by future generations a thousand years later.

However, Xian’er glanced at Wei Yang with a trace of worry in her eyes. Come to think of it, it seemed that only those who had at least reached the Ban Sheng level even had the ”qualification” to become puppets.

Bang!

While Xian’er was silently worrying, a deep muffled sound suddenly echoed not far away. She turned her gaze toward it and happened to see Hun Yu—expressionless—throwing a heavy punch that shattered the head of his Hun Clan ancestor’s puppet into a mass of bloody pulp.

After dealing with the puppet, Hun Yu watched as the withered, headless corpse slowly disintegrated into dust and scattered with the wind.

He let out a long sigh, then raised his head toward Wei Yang’s group. The cold, blank look on his face quickly shifted into a warm smile as he nodded politely at them.

Wei Yang frowned slightly, feeling a flicker of disgust and unease in his heart.

Xiao Yan sneered inwardly. Is this guy performing Sichuan opera face-changing now?

”Fake,” Xian’er muttered softly, turning her gaze away in disdain.

Soon after, the members of the Hun Clan also sat down cross-legged, swallowed their pills, and began to recover their Dou Qi. About ten minutes later, after Hun Yu’s side had finished, the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan’s battle zone finally came to an end as well.

After losing three of their powerful elders, they finally seized an opportunity and jointly blasted the puppet’s head to pieces.

”Damn thing!” Jiu Feng’s face darkened as she kicked the puppet’s headless body hard, sending it flying.

Watching it crumble and scatter into dust midair, Jiu Feng’s heart ached as if it were bleeding. To destroy that cursed puppet, they had paid the price of three strong elders—an enormous loss. Taking several deep breaths to suppress her fury, Jiu Feng gradually calmed down.

With a wave of her hand, she sat down cross-legged and swallowed a pill, quickly starting her recovery. Four Ban Sheng Puppets had now been dealt with one after another, leaving only the final battlefield.

However, not a single person made a move to help. Everyone chose to stand by and watch coldly. Clearly, no one here had the habit of wasting energy helping competitors. In fact, most were secretly hoping that all those still fighting would die together—fewer survivors meant fewer rivals.

Ah!

As the others watched indifferently, a Dou Zun expert was suddenly torn in half by the Ban Sheng Puppet’s bare hands. Blood splattered and rained down the puppet’s body, making the scene look horrifyingly gory.

At the same time, the nearly thirty remaining experts had already gone bloodthirsty, their eyes red as they unleashed their attacks without restraint. Violent gales of Dou Qi power exploded as all their combined strikes slammed into the puppet’s head at the same instant.

Boom!

Faced with that overwhelming barrage, the Ban Sheng Puppet’s body shuddered—and its head exploded into fragments.

The aftermath of the blast sent a powerful shockwave rippling outward, shaking a dozen nearby experts so hard that their blood churned violently within. Several of them couldn’t help but vomit up mouthfuls of blood on the spot.

The final Ban Sheng Puppet disintegrated into powder and dispersed into the air.

All five Ban Sheng Puppets—destroyed!

The battle was finally over. Everyone stood there in silence for a long while. The cost to eliminate that last puppet had been nothing short of tragic. They had lost a total of nine Dou Zun.

Nine Dou Zun—a number so great, it was nothing less than terrifying.

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