440: Trying to run? Too late!

"Fellow Daoist!" Han Ruyan cried out in alarm, wanting to chase but it was already too late.

"Quick! Follow! We can't let Fellow Daoist face danger alone!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, forcefully drew upon his last bit of spiritual energy, and urged everyone to follow.

Although they might be a burden if they went, how could Myriad Sword Valley Disciples stand by and watch others die for them?

Han Ruyan looked in the direction Yao Delong had disappeared,

then at her dying but determined fellow Disciples beside her, and her ice-sealed Heart Lake churned violently.

Today, she had experienced too many partings of life and death, witnessed too much tragedy.

She took a deep breath, suppressed all distracting thoughts, and forcefully circulated her ice soul sword Nascent Soul,

transforming into a stream of ice-blue light, closely pursuing Lin Feng and the others.

At the foot of the mountain.

Hun Ya was leaning idly against a huge volcanic rock,

with his legs crossed, tapping his knee with his fingers intermittently.

His face held a hint of impatience and lecherous anticipation.

"Damn it, what are those little brats doing dawdling up there?

Could they really have been eaten by that Lava Earth Core Scorpion? What a pity for that silver-haired little girl..."

As he mumbled, suddenly, a crimson-gold stream of light appeared without warning not far in front of him.

The light dissipated, revealing a cold-faced young man in green robes.

"Hmm?"

Hun Ya was startled, leaping up from the rock. His emerald ghost-fire eyes scrutinized Yao Delong with suspicion.

"Kid, who are you? How did you come down from above? Where are those little brats from Myriad Sword Valley?"

His Divine Thought swept over, discovering that the opponent was merely an ant at Nascent Soul Perfection.

He immediately relaxed, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"Hehehe, no matter who you are, since this Venerable has encountered you,

then obediently become a departed soul of my soul devouring banner! It's just right to replenish some fresh souls!"

Yao Delong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him indifferently,

as if looking at a noisy ant, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth:

"I heard that broken banner in your hand is quite formidable, even forcing Myriad Sword Valley's Soul Transformation Elder to self-destruct?"

Hun Ya was stunned, then suddenly realized, grinning maliciously:

"Heh heh, it seems those little brats told you? Not bad!

That old geezer overestimated himself and sought his own death! What?"

"Kid, do you know fear now? Want to escape? Too late!"

He thought Yao Delong was scared witless and merely putting on a brave front.

"Escape?"

Yao Delong shook his head slightly as if he had heard a joke.

His eyes suddenly became as sharp as swords, "The one who should escape, is you."

"Courting death!" Hun Ya was completely enraged. How dare a Nascent Soul ant speak so arrogantly in front of him?

He let out a strange cry, and the damaged soul devouring banner in his hand shook violently!

"Myriad Souls Devour Heart!"

Woo—!

The mournful wailing of ghosts and wolves resounded once more!

Although the demonic banner was damaged and its power greatly reduced, hundreds of twisted and tormented black soul shadows still,

like venomous snakes ready to devour, rushed towards Yao Delong, bringing bone-chilling cold and soul-devouring power, covering the sky and earth!

This was precisely the terrifying attack that had previously left Ling Xuzi helpless and brought Han Ruyan and the others to the brink of collapse!

Facing this torrent of soul shadows capable of annihilating a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Soul, Yao Delong didn't even bat an eyelid.

He merely slowly raised his right hand, curled a finger, and lightly flicked it towards the surging black tide.

Whoosh!

A wisp of dark red, almost white, inconspicuous flame, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, shot out instantly!

The moment this flame appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly soared!

The air twisted, as if even space itself was about to be ignited!

A magnificent will to incinerate all things and purify all defilement descended with a roar!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only soft sounds like melting ice and snow.

That seemingly ferocious and monstrous black torrent of soul shadows,

the instant it came into contact with that wisp of dark red, almost white flame, it was as if it had encountered the ultimate nemesis!

All the soul shadows didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were instantly incinerated and purified by that terrifying flame power,

turning into wisps of green smoke and completely dissipating between heaven and earth! As if they had never appeared!

"What?!"

The malicious smile on Hun Ya's face instantly froze, replaced by boundless horror and disbelief!

"Earth Core Blazing Flame Fire?! You... you actually refined it?! This is impossible!"

He stared at the flickering flame on Yao Delong's fingertip as if he had seen a ghost, and the fear in his heart instantly soared to its peak!

He finally understood that this young man at Nascent Soul Perfection was by no means as simple as he appeared!

The disappearance of the Lava Earth Core Scorpion, the anomaly in the volcano... everything now had an answer!

"Vengeful souls are useless? Then taste the power of this Venerable's demonic banner's true form!"

Hun Ya was both shocked and enraged, his eyes flashing with fierce light, completely insane!

He no longer held back, frantically injecting his remaining Demonic Essence into the soul devouring banner.

The tattered black banner erupted with its final dark glow, and the banner pole, like a poisonous Dragon emerging from its lair,

smashed down towards Yao Delong's head, carrying a space-tearing shriek and dense, venomous Death Qi!

He intended to use the demonic banner's true form to directly confront this strange flame!

"Test complete, the effect is good."

Yao Delong watched the wisp of flame easily purify the soul shadows and nodded in satisfaction.

Facing Hun Ya's desperate strike, a hint of seriousness finally flashed in his eyes.

"Then, let's end this."

In Yao Delong's hand, at some unknown point, appeared a long sword named Scarlet Sky, as red as blood, its blade flowing with a lava-like radiance.

He did not perform any earth-shattering sword art, but simply swung his sword.

Boom!

In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be ignited and drained!

A dazzling, miniature scorching sun, seemingly condensed from pure flame, suddenly erupted from the sword tip!

The terrifying high temperature violently warped space, and everything within sight seemed to be melting!

Wherever the sword light passed, the air let out an unbearable roar, and the rocks beneath their feet instantly turned into crimson lava!

Nine Transformations of the Vast Sun, Third Transformation: Molten Gold, Scorching Sun Blaze!

This sword strike was incomparably overbearing, incinerating all directions!

The malicious smile on Hun Ya's face completely transformed into boundless fear and despair!

He frantically shook the soul devouring banner, attempting to condense a soul shield to resist, but in front of the Earth Core Blazing Flame Fire and this scorching sun Sword Intent that could burn the heavens and boil the seas,

the Devilish Qi he activated was as fragile as paper!

Rip—!

The sword light tore through the hastily condensed Devilish Qi barrier without hindrance,

like a sharp blade cutting through tofu, instantly splitting Hun Ya's body, wrapped in a black soul robe,

along with the frozen look of terror on his face, into two!

There was no blood splattering, only two charred remnants of a body that instantly carbonized and disintegrated under the terrifying high temperature!

"Ah—!"

A primal scream, not quite human, of a Primordial Spirit rang out!

A dim, twisted black phantom, Hun Ya's Primordial Spirit, frantically fled from the disintegrating remnants of his body,

carrying boundless venom and fear, transforming into a black smoke and attempting to tear through space to escape!

"Trying to run? Too late."

The cold voice was like a death sentence.

Yao Delong's eyes were indifferent, and an invisible, formless, yet sharp sword phantom containing the will to sever Divine Souls instantly shot out from his Dantian!

Heart Sword Soul Extermination!