"What ruthless thods!"
The man in yellow, seeing the man in black already dead, turned his head towards Yang Yan and spoke venomously.
"What are you talking about? He was the one who tried to kill first. Do you think this is a child's play? Or should I just stand there and let him take out?"
Yang Yan glanced at the struggling soul in his hand and said calmly.
This soul belonged to none other than the man in black lying on the ground.
"Soul Stealing, a technique of the Demon Dao? Are you a mber of the Demon Dao? If so, don't even think about leaving Huaxia alive."
The man in yellow spoke through gritted teeth as he gently laid his yellow coat over the body of the man in black.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Killing is killing, what's the difference between righteous and demonic thods? Are you an idiot?"
With a light squeeze of Yang Yan's hand, the soul of the man in black shattered instantly.
"I will make you understand that death is not sothing to fear, not for you or anyone associated with you. I will leave them begging to live, but unable to die."
The words of the man in yellow were filled with venom. He glanced at Cai'Er and said each word deliberately:
"Such a young girl, so cute. If she were trained from a young age, I'm sure she'd turn out quite well."
As soon as the man in yellow finished speaking, Yang Yan's eyes suddenly turned the color of moonlight.
"Very well, you've successfully angered . I will show you what it truly ans to beg for life but be unable to die!"
Yang Yan's words were like the chill of winter, causing the air around them to start freezing.
"Idiot, it's one thing to die, but to say such things — this is asking for annihilation!"
Christina observed Yang Yan's deanor and said with a wry smile.
"Go to hell!"
The man in yellow suddenly erupted, swinging an iron fist glowing with a black light towards Yang Yan's head.
However, his power far outstripped that of the previous man in black; the black light on his fist was almost tangible, extraordinarily dense.
"Stop!"
With an angry shout from Yang Yan, the rapidly moving body of the man in yellow ca to an abrupt halt, suspended in mid-air.
Not only was the surrounding air, but even ti itself seed to be frozen by Yang Yan.
"Words Beco Law, truly you live up to your na Yan!"
Christina, like a fan encountering her idol, gazed at Yang Yan with sparkling eyes, murmuring to herself.
"How... can this be?"
The body of the man in yellow was frozen in mid-air, but Yang Yan hadn't restrained his thoughts or his ability to speak.
"You said you'd make and my loved ones wish for death?"
Yang Yan's words sounded as if they ca from the Nine Netherworld, the man in yellow felt chilled to the bone, down to his very soul.
"Do you know who I am? I am Wang Wen from the Chuansi Royal Family, do you dare to kill ?"
The man in yellow tried to bluster, but it was underscored with fear.
"Isn't it a bit late to say that now? I warned you all, did I not? But you didn't listen at all. I gave you a chance, but you just didn't cherish it!"
Yang Yan said coldly.
"Do you really intend to kill ?"
Wang Wen asked desperately. He already sensed Yang Yan's overwhelming killing intent and realized that he might not escape this calamity today, but he still hoped to negotiate.
"Life is but a series of facades; so are naturally beautiful, so naturally hideous. Did you know that souls are the sa?"
"Do you want to know what your soul looks like? Perhaps you don't want to, but I do! Of course, whether you want to or not, I will make you see, and your soul will undergo the most brutal of tornts, for eternity."
Yang Yan's voice grew colder, like the ice and snow of winter.
"Moonlight, you are Moonlight!"
The man in yellow imdiately recognized who stood before him after Yang Yan spoke.
The Hidden World is vast, with many skilled in the art of souls.
Whether in Huaxia or other nations, there are those skilled in the art of soul manipulation.
Among these masters, none is more terrifying than the Moonlight Emperor, the Moonlit Dragon.
His thods are the most fearso.
For he would entrap a person's soul, subjecting them to daily punishnt until their soul was obliterated.
In his peculiar world, ti becos his plaything.
He can even create a ti loop, akin to an alternative form of immortality.
But you'd endure the harshest punishnts there, for eternity!
How can one not feel dread?
"Oh! So you recognize ?"
Yang Yan said coldly.
"I was wrong, please kill , kill ."
The man roared.
"Too late."
Yang Yan finished and reached out his index finger, gently touching the forehead of the man in yellow.
Then, with a slight twist of his finger, he forcibly pulled a snake-like entity from the man in yellow's forehead.
"Is your soul a venomous snake? No wonder you're so malicious."
Yang Yan's voice was eerily calm.
"Please let go, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong, kill , please kill !"
The snake-like soul pleaded.
"Oh! A soul that can speak, it seems you pay quite a bit of attention to soul cultivation! This could be interesting!"
Yang Yan spoke, then black flas ignited in his hand.
"Ah!"
The soul, like a venomous snake, let out a harrowing scream.
Zhou Hanyun couldn't bear to watch any longer and attempted to step forward to dissuade Yang Yan.
In her opinion, once a person is dead, that should be the end, no need for such cruelty.
But just as Zhou Hanyun was about to step in, Christina grabbed her and shook her head gently.
"Isn't this a bit too cruel?"
Zhou Hanyun frowned and said.
"It's necessary!"
Christina said matter-of-factly:
"Without this cruelty, how can he protect the ones he loves? Only by making anyone who dares to threaten his loved ones suffer worse than death will those folks hesitate, fear, and not dare to make any moves."
"This is the inherent law of survival in the Hidden World; it is also his baseline and his Achilles' heel! No one is allowed to touch it."
After listening to Christina, Zhou Hanyun stared blankly at Yang Yan.
She suddenly rembered, the last ti she and Zhou Hanyu were captured by Zheng Hua, he had the sa expression and did the sa to Zheng Hua.
Although he erased her mory, perhaps he didn't know she suddenly recalled it for so reason later on.
At this mont, she admits, though Yang Yan's thods seem cruel, it is also to protect them.
Although Zhou Hanyun couldn't bear to watch, her heart felt sowhat sweet.
She crouched down, holding Cai'Er in her embrace, not allowing the young girl to witness any of it.
As the black flas burned, the spirit of the man in yellow's soul grew weaker, until no sound ca from it.
"Alright, that's one dealt with, and what about you?"
Yang Yan turned his head, looking coldly at the two people who had collapsed on the ground in fear.
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