83: After Chapter 83, you shall rest here forever.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"There is no way such a Prodigy exists in this world!"

Tang Yangwei screamed frantically in his heart.

He kept comforting himself.

Wang Ming was merely touching the Formation; he definitely didn't have the ability to break it!

But soon, he clearly felt his power draining at an extremely terrifying speed.

This was a sign that the Formation was being weakened!

"Damn it, how on earth did he do it?!"

Tang Yangwei's expression was incredibly ugly.

At the same time, he knew that if he let Wang Ming continue this nonsense, he would truly die!

Under the guidance of the black mist, his Physical Body had recovered by half.

At this moment, the king artifact wait a minute was about to strike again.

Tang Yangwei roared, "Get lost!"

*Swoosh!*

The black mist on Tang Yangwei's body suddenly contracted, then erupted even more violently!

His Aura was at least three times stronger than before!

Under the impact of this Aura, the king artifact wait a minute was actually knocked flying.

Taking advantage of this brief opening...

The black mist around Tang Yangwei pulled frantically, and in the blink of an eye, his Physical Body had completely recovered.

Without hesitation, he took a step forward and left the Main Hall.

He came outside.

A thick, overpowering scent of blood hit him.

Severed limbs and broken bodies covered almost the entire Xuantian Sect!

"This..."

Tang Yangwei's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Dead!

All dead!

The foundation of the Xuantian Sect, accumulated over hundreds of years, was all gone!

He suddenly looked toward the Central Square, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Junior!"

"You destroyed my Sect and severed my Legacy!"

"Today, even if I have to sacrifice this remnant body, I will make you pay the price!"

He let out a furious roar and crashed heavily onto the Central Square like a meteor.

As soon as he landed, a terrifying Divine Sense locked onto him.

"This Aura... Mid-Nascent Soul Stage?!"

Tang Yangwei was stunned!

If his Physical Body hadn't already lost its physiological functions, he would have been drenched in cold sweat by now.

He was truly frightened!

Wang Ming alone was already enough to give him a headache and make him difficult to deal with.

And now, there was actually a genuine Mid-Nascent Soul Stage cultivator!

How was he supposed to play this?

Fight it out?

Fight my foot!

One must know that the Mid-Nascent Soul Stage was at least the fourth level of the Nascent Soul.

Even at his Peak during his lifetime, he wouldn't have been a match!

"You actually managed to escape; you do have some skill."

Seeing Tang Yangwei, Wang Ming was somewhat surprised.

But it made sense upon further thought.

After all, the opponent was an Old Monster from two eras ago.

He was bound to have some trump cards.

While cracking the Formation, You Rong asked, "Master, should I suppress him?"

Before Wang Ming could speak...

*Thud.*

Tang Yangwei slid directly into a kneel.

"Great One!"

"Please, stop your Divine Ability!"

"A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Wang Ming chuckled, "As expected of a Sect Ancestor, your magnanimity is indeed great."

"Everyone is dead, yet you can still call it a misunderstanding."

"Impressive!"

Wang Ming clapped his hands.

The applause was like a heavy slap to Tang Yangwei's face.

"The Great One must be joking. It is the honor of these mortals to die at your hands."

"In fact, they should be thanking you."

Although Tang Yangwei wished he could kill Wang Ming a thousand times over in his heart, his face was still covered in smiles.

He was extremely respectful, not daring to show even a hint of anger.

As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood.

Only he, the sole seedling, remained of the Xuantian Sect.

As long as he was still around, there was hope of rebuilding the Xuantian Sect.

Therefore, dignity was just dignity; if it was lost, it was lost.

As long as he could survive!

Thinking of this, Tang Yangwei knelt respectfully on the ground with a sincere expression.

"Great One, I failed to recognize a true Dragon and offended you."

"I am willing to serve you as a beast of burden to atone for my sins."

"I hope the Great One will grant me this!"

Wang Ming glanced at him and smiled, "Fine, hand over your soul blood first."

Although Tang Yangwei was a living dead man whose Divine Sense no longer existed...

...he was still restricted by soul blood.

soul blood was not blood in the literal sense, but a type of Soul mark.

Or rather, the Life Origin.

"This..."

Hearing this, Tang Yangwei immediately hesitated.

"You aren't even willing to hand over your soul blood; it's hard for me to believe your sincerity," Wang Ming sneered.

"Great One, could you first promise that after I hand over my soul blood, you won't kill me?"

"Ideally... swear upon your Dao Heart."

Tang Yangwei spoke up boldly.

Wang Ming shook his head, "You are in no position to negotiate with me. Hand over the soul blood, or wait for death. The choice is yours."

You Rong's hands suddenly moved faster.

Tang Yangwei immediately felt his power draining even more rapidly.

An incredibly clear sense of impending death filled his heart.

"I'll hand it over!"

"I am willing to hand over my soul blood!"

He didn't dare hesitate any longer and tapped his forehead.

A drop of dark red blood floated in front of Wang Ming.

After Wang Ming stored it in his Sea of Consciousness, he had You Rong stop her actions.

"In this Xuantian Sect, besides the Secret Room in the back mountain, is there any other treasure vault?"

Wang Ming looked at Tang Yangwei.

After controlling the soul blood, he naturally possessed an inherent pressure over Tang Yangwei.

Even without using Divine Sense or cultivation, a mere glance could make Tang Yangwei feel a deep-seated awe.

Furthermore, with the soul blood, if Tang Yangwei had even the slightest ill intent or was being insincere, Wang Ming would be able to sense it immediately.

Immediately, Tang Yangwei didn't dare hide anything and took out a Storage Ring, handing it to Wang Ming.

He said respectfully, "Those in the back mountain are only for the Sect's public use. These are the accumulated wealth of all generations of my Xuantian Sect."

He really had no other choice.

He could only gamble!

Gamble that Wang Ming would not kill him after seeing his loyalty.

Wang Ming's eyes narrowed, and his Divine Sense swept into the Storage Ring.

The next moment, his eyebrows shot up.

In this Storage Ring, there was actually at least ten times more than what he had obtained from the Secret Room!

He hit the jackpot!

With his current wealth, he could buy at least dozens of Qingzhou Cities!

"Master, as for my future arrangements..." Tang Yangwei's face was covered in a fawning smile.

He wanted to hear Wang Ming's plans for him.

Only then could he be completely at ease.

"From now on, you shall rest here forever."

With a thought, Wang Ming manipulated the soul blood and severed the connection between Tang Yangwei and the Great Formation.

"You played me?!"

Tang Yangwei's face turned hideous, and the spiritual energy throughout his body instantly became violent.

He was going to self-detonate!

Since he couldn't live, no one else would have it easy!

At such close range, the power of a Nascent Soul expert's self-detonation was something even Soul Transformation experts wouldn't dare underestimate.

He didn't believe Wang Ming could remain unscathed!

But unfortunately, without the support of the Formation, the spiritual energy in his body had just become violent when it started to drain away like a leaking balloon.

In the blink of an eye.

With a face full of resentment, Tang Yangwei's body completely turned into ashes, dissipating into the world with the wind.