381: Chapter 381 Pure Yang Fire Burns the Paper Doll Army!

The red bridal veil fluttered down.

The woman sitting inside the sedan chair had her eyes closed. Her skin was pale and devoid of blood. She wore a bright red wedding dress, and her hands were firmly bound by a rope emitting black qi.

The Saintess of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Bai Li recognized the woman's identity at a glance. A hint of surprise flashed in her purple eyes.

“Su Yang, she is the Saintess of the Qingyun Sword Sect. There is still a faint aura of life on her. Her cultivation has been completely sealed.” Bai Li lightly shook her folding fan and spoke up to remind him. “This Netherworld City Lord is absorbing her pure Spiritual Qi. He wants to use a living Cauldron to achieve a Realm Breakthrough.”

Nie Wushuang stood beside the sedan chair and closed the gold-painted folding fan in his hand with a snap.

The feigned smile on his face vanished, replaced by a gloomy expression.

“Miss Bai has a good eye. This woman's Spiritual Root is pure; she is a top-tier Cauldron. By draining her dry, my cultivation can break through to the Late Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage.” Nie Wushuang stared at Su Yang's group, a fierce light glinting in his eyes. “Since you've seen things you shouldn't have, all of you can stay behind today to serve as fertilizer.”

Su Yang had his hands tucked into his casual pants pockets, his expression as calm as water.

“Release her. Hand over the treasury key. And I'll leave your corpse intact.” Su Yang's voice was flat, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Nie Wushuang let out a burst of piercing laughter.

“Boastful words! In the City Lord's Manor, no one has ever dared to be so arrogant!”

Nie Wushuang fiercely waved the folding fan in his hand.

“Kill them all!”

The moment the words left his mouth...

The hundreds of square tables in the spacious courtyard were instantly overturned.

Over a thousand paper dolls dressed in colorful clothes twisted their stiff necks simultaneously. The smiling faces painted on the paper dolls became extremely distorted and hideous.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The paper dolls were incredibly fast. Turning into multicolored afterimages, they lunged toward Su Yang's group of five like a literal blanket covering the sky.

Paper knives and paper swords appeared out of thin air in the paper dolls' hands. Although made of paper, their edges flickered with an eerie green cold light, appearing incomparably sharp.

“Stupid scraps of paper playing ghost! Watch this Young Miss tear you to shreds!”

Mary shouted excitedly. The black bat wings on her back suddenly flapped.

The tight leather outfit outlined her explosive figure. Mary turned into a bolt of black lightning, charging directly into the paper doll Formation. Sharp blood-claws grew from the fingers of both her hands as she swung them frantically.

Puchi! Puchi!

The dozens of paper dolls at the very front were instantly sliced into countless scraps of paper by Mary, fluttering to the ground.

However, something bizarre happened.

The scraps of paper on the ground actually gathered together rapidly as if they were alive. In less than two seconds, the dozens of shredded paper dolls stood back up, perfectly intact, and continued to swing their paper knives at Mary.

“So annoying! This trash won't stay cut!” Mary stamped her feet in frustration.

Chu Ling’s ice-blue dress fluttered in the wind. She took a step forward.

“Let me freeze them.”

Chu Ling's hands quickly formed Seals. The eerie blue chill of the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice erupted violently. The cold current swept out along the ground like a roaring ice dragon.

Kaka, kaka!

Hundreds of paper dolls were instantly frozen into crystal-clear ice sculptures.

Chu Ling raised her fair right leg and kicked the ice sculpture in front of her. The ice sculpture shattered.

Bang!

The frozen, shattered paper doll suddenly exploded violently. Colorful paper scraps mixed with green poisonous mist splashed in all directions.

The poison mist was highly corrosive. The surrounding bluestone slabs were corroded with dense pits and holes.

Qin Xueji was so frightened that her face lost its color; she gripped Bai Li's sleeve tightly and retreated repeatedly.

“This paper doll Formation is a bit strange. They can't be cut, and if frozen and shattered, they explode to produce poison gas.” Bai Li waved her fan, propping up a purple demonic energy shield to keep the poison gas out.

“Step back. Don't waste your strength.”

Su Yang's voice rang out. He walked past Qin Xueji, facing the remaining hundreds of paper dolls lunging forward frantically.

Su Yang didn't even take out any weapons. He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The ground exploded. Dazzling golden Pure Yang True Fire erupted from under Su Yang's feet and spread in all directions.

The golden flames were like stormy waves, instantly swallowing the entire courtyard. The high temperature severely distorted the surrounding cold air.

Fire is the absolute natural enemy of all paper products. Not to mention the extremely firm and masculine Pure Yang True Fire.

The paper dolls crashed into the sea of fire, letting out shrill screams like rats. The evil energy on them was instantly purified by the high temperature. They didn't even get a chance to explode and produce poison gas before being directly burned into a pile of black ash.

In just a dozen seconds...

The over a thousand bizarre paper dolls were all reduced to ashes. Only the charred ground and paper ash drifting in the wind remained in the courtyard.

Clearing the field in one move.

Nie Wushuang stood beside the sedan chair, the composure on his face completely gone. His eyes were wide, filled with shock.

“Pure Yang Fire! How is that possible! How could someone in the Secular World have mastered pure Yang fire!”

Nie Wushuang finally realized the terror of the young man before him. The paper doll army he was so proud of hadn't even lasted a minute.

“Your turn.” Su Yang patted the dust off his clothes, his tone indifferent.

Su Yang took a step with his long legs, walking toward Nie Wushuang step by step.

“Arrogant! Do you really think the City Lord's Manor is a place you can just come and go as you please!”

Nie Wushuang bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of black blood onto the gold-painted folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan absorbed the black blood and instantly erupted with a blinding black light. The landscape painting on the fan surface seemed to come to life.

“Netherworld Sword Rain! Go!”

Nie Wushuang forcefully swung the folding fan.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The fan ribs instantly detached, turning into dozens of black, sharp Flying Swords. The Flying Swords carried sonic booms that tore through the Void Realm, shooting toward all of Su Yang's vital points like a deluge.

These Flying Swords were all forged from Deep Sea Yin Iron and coated in poison; their power was comparable to the full-strength strike of someone at the Middle Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage.

Facing the dense rain of swords, Su Yang did not dodge.

He pulled out his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist. Golden flames wrapped around his knuckles.

“Shatter.”

Facing the dozens of black Flying Swords, Su Yang punched out boldly.

The golden fist radiance was like a dazzling meteor.

Dang, dang, dang!

The deafening sound of metal snapping exploded in the courtyard. The dozens of Yin Iron Flying Swords smashed against the Pure Yang iron fist as if hitting an immovable divine mountain.

The sword blades shattered inch by inch. Black fragments fell all over the ground.

“What?”

Nie Wushuang turned pale with fright. His Magic Treasure Flying Swords couldn't even pierce the opponent's skin.

Before Nie Wushuang could react, Su Yang's figure flashed, turning into a bolt of golden lightning and instantly crossing the distance of dozens of meters.

He appeared directly in front of Nie Wushuang.

Su Yang's left hand reached out, grabbing Nie Wushuang by the neck and lifting him bodily into the air.

“Let me go!” Nie Wushuang struggled frantically. The remaining half of the folding fan in his hand stabbed fiercely at Su Yang's arm.

Su Yang grabbed the folding fan with his right hand and snapped it with force.

Crack.

The Magic Treasure folding fan was snapped directly into two pieces. Su Yang casually tossed them onto the ground.

“Too weak.”

Su Yang raised his right leg, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, and kicked Nie Wushuang's chest heavily.

Bang!

The sound of the sternum shattering was very crisp. Nie Wushuang spat out black blood, his body flying backward like a cannonball.

He smashed heavily into the wall of the inner hall behind him. The wall collapsed instantly, and the broken bricks and tiles buried Nie Wushuang underneath.

Su Yang didn't bother with the City Lord in the ruins. He turned and walked to the bright red sedan chair.

Inside the sedan, the Saintess of the Qingyun Sword Sect still had her eyes closed, her face pale. Her hands were tied by the black qi rope.

Su Yang reached out and directly grabbed the black qi rope.

The Pure Yang True Fire flashed. The black qi rope was instantly burned into nothingness.

Without the restraint, the Saintess's body lost its balance and leaned forward.

Su Yang extended his sturdy arm, steadily supporting the Saintess's shoulder and placing her on a long wooden bench nearby.

“Boss is really amazing; with just a few moves, he beat the City Lord into a cripple.” Qin Xueji ran over and let out a sigh of relief as she looked at the unconscious Saintess.

Chu Ling and Mary also crowded forward.

Just when everyone thought the matter was resolved...

A bizarre laugh suddenly came from the collapsed ruins of the inner hall.

“Hahahaha! Human! You think you've won for sure?”

Bang!

The rubble exploded. Nie Wushuang crawled out of the ruins with his hair disheveled.

His chest was deeply sunken, and black blood stained his festive robes. But his eyes had become extremely crazed.

“You've destroyed the City Lord's Manor! Today, all of you will be buried with it!”

Nie Wushuang slammed both hands onto the ground.

The ground of the entire City Lord's Manor began to vibrate violently. The earth moved and the mountains shook.

The hard bluestone slabs cracked in large areas. Beams of dazzling blood-red light shot out from the cracks in the ground.

An enormous black Formation lit up beneath the entire courtyard. The Formation's patterns were like blood-sucking veins, emitting terrifying waves of destruction.