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Chapter 42: Dark Yin Soul Grasp, Skull-Splitting Death Mark
Chapter 42: Dark Yin Soul Grasp, Skull-Splitting Death Mark
Boom!
Horrific wails reverberated through the air alongside intensifying spiritual energy fluctuations descending from the sky. Ouyang Haoze’s bloodshot eyes burned with ruthless determination.
Seeing this, Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan—two other Refining Qi Late Stage disciples from Divine Martial Gate—could no longer remain idle.
“Senior Brother Ouyang!”
Wu Zhichong rushed forward first. Seeing Ouyang’s battered state, he hesitated nervously before whispering, “The Celestial Mirror is still a matter of utmost importance.”
“I understand.”
Ouyang Haoze glanced back, his crimson eyes rapidly cooling as he spoke calmly, “But that devil in the formation arts is even more critical. A young master of formations with such skill and cultivation? If he breaks through to Refining Qi Perfection, he might even challenge Foundation Building. Eliminating a Foundation Building prodigy from a devil sect is worth sacrificing one Celestial Mirror.”
Vibrating fiercely, the Celestial Mirror emitted piercing tremors, as if protesting.
Yet Ouyang ignored it completely. Just a spirit treasure—when useful, it was a “Heavenly Mirror”; when useless, what was it worth?
Seeing Ouyang’s resolve, Wu Zhichong sighed, ceasing his objections. After all, Ouyang, a Refining Qi Perfection expert, was the mission’s leader. He had done his duty advising him; the consequences were Ouyang’s to bear.
Meanwhile, within the market:
Lv Yang sheathed his Blood Sun Sword Core—now shattered beyond repair—and raised the Primordial Qi Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, his expression unreadable as he gazed at Ouyang Haoze outside the market.
“Junior Brother Lü, you’re alive?!”
Fairy Feixia and Lu Yuanchun approached. One wore unrestrained joy, the other a mix of relief and wariness.
“Brother Lü truly hides his strength!” Lu Yuanchun exclaimed. “Driving off Ouyang Haoze ensures the market’s safety until Holy Sect reinforcements arrive!”
“Drive him off? Far too soon,” Lv Yang shook his head.
“Right! Look at Ouyang’s condition—blood and qi severely depleted. This wasn’t just retreat, it was a crushing defeat!” Fairy Feixia clapped delightedly.
Lu Yuanchun quickly nodded in agreement.
But Lv Yang scoffed coldly, shocking them with his words: “Driving him off leaves loose ends. I never tolerate threats.”
“Eliminate him—clean and simple!”
“E-eliminate who? Ouyang Haoze?!”
Fairy Feixia and Lu Yuanchun froze. Even in their most optimistic imaginings, they’d never pictured such a scenario.
A Refining Qi Perfection expert, a True Transmission Disciple of righteousness—how could anyone kill him?
The next moment, Lv Yang retrieved the “Primordial Yin Jade” Lu Yuanchun had returned earlier. Chanting an incantation, he placed it in his palm, channeling energy.
The jade melted, forming a circular halo like a pale, translucent mirror. Under its glow, ghostly silhouettes appeared in Lv Yang’s eyes—each representing residual spiritual imprints.
Only he could see them.
Fairy Feixia, Lu Yuanchun, Ouyang Haoze, Wu Zhichong, Duanmu Yuan—all who had fought here left traces.
“This is the Dark Yin Soul Grasp Supreme Art,” Lv Yang murmured.
The second divine ability from the Supreme Yin Shedding Corpse Liberation True Art. Its only difficulty lay in acquiring the proper material. With the jade in hand, Lv Yang mastered it instantly.
“Let’s test its power.”
Lowering his gaze, he locked onto Ouyang Haoze’s residual imprint, seizing it through the Dark Yin Soul Grasp.
“Dark Yin Soul Grasp.”
Channeling the ability, the jade’s halo swallowed the imprint, projecting Ouyang’s image.
“Skull-Splitting Death Mark!”
Lv Yang slashed with two fingers.
Crack!
The halo split vertically, cleaving Ouyang’s projected image from head to toe.
Outside the market, Ouyang Haoze had just finished speaking with Wu Zhichong. Turning toward the market, he tossed the Celestial Mirror into the formation.
Though the mirror struggled violently, his decision was final—it would detonate.
But suddenly, Ouyang froze.
A strange gash appeared atop his head, rapidly extending downward. Blood sprayed midair.
He split in half.
His corpse fell, half his face frozen in shock, eyes still unfocused—unsure what had happened.
“What… am I… dead?”
His consciousness faded.
With Ouyang’s death, the Celestial Mirror stilled within the formation. Lv Yang reached out, and the mirror flew obediently into his grasp.
In the Northern Borderlands, Divine Martial Gate’s headquarters:
Within the Soul Lantern Hall—a chamber housing soul lamps of the sect’s leaders, elders, and True Transmission Disciples, including the patriarch.
As a veteran force ruling the Northern Borderlands for millennia, high-ranking deaths were rare. The disciple on watch duty today was lax, treating the post as a mere sinecure.
Routine check.
Glowing… glowing… glowing… glowing… extinguished… glowing… glowing…
Wait?
The disciple blinked, then rubbed his eyes. His casual expression morphed into terror.
“Extinguished! Senior Brother Ouyang’s lamp is extinguished!”
The cry spread instantly.
A middle-aged Taoist materialized in the hall, staring at the darkened lamp, his face twisting between fury and grief.
How many years had passed since a True Transmission Disciple last perished?
“Ouyang… Skull Mountain?!”
His face darkened. With a wave, he summoned Ouyang’s soul lamp, channeling power to reignite its flame.
Of course, death was irreversible. The rekindled flame merely replayed Ouyang’s final moments.
The lamp’s glow revealed a scene: the Skull Mountain market, a refined youth gazing into the distance.
Him? He killed Ouyang Haoze?
The Taoist’s eyes burned with seething hatred. Ouyang wasn’t just a True Transmission Disciple—he was the pride of the Ouyang clan, a youth the sect had invested boundless hopes in.
This grudge? Unforgivable.
Back at Skull Mountain Market, Lv Yang—just pocketing the surrendered Celestial Mirror—suddenly frowned, glancing skyward, a chill creeping into his heart.
He recognized this feeling.
The sensation of external forces meddling with his karma—the same he’d felt when the Heaven-Mending Peak Master calculated his fate in his past life.
Could another Foundation Building expert be scheming against him?!
(End of Chapter)
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