Chapter 207: Soul-Destroying Seal

"Such a domineering fist technique, able to draw upon the power of the void!" At this moment, Yang Ba's eyes swept over the fist that resembled a great sun, sensing the immense power contained within.

In the void, the mountain-like seal grew increasingly formidable, its contained energy astonishingly potent. As Yang Tian's internal energy surged violently, the fluctuations emitted by the seal grew stronger, distorting the surrounding void.

"Heaven-Overturning Seal!" With a sudden clench of his hand, the crimson seal crushed forward like a mountain, causing the sky to tremble violently and shatter inch by inch, blotting out the sun and sky, radiating terrifying might!

"Boom...!" The crimson seal clashed with the golden war fist with a resounding clang, shaking the heavens like a thunderclap, unleashing a piercing sonic boom that startled many.

That stretch of void collapsed, trees snapped, rocks pierced the clouds, and a great chasm appeared on the ground. The erupting airwave destroyed everything, like a sharp blade that sheared off a nearby mountain range!

After half a year of practice, Yang Tian had initially mastered the Heaven-Overturning Seal. This seal technique was fiercely powerful, possessing the might to overturn the heavens!

"Such a formidable martial skill..." In the distance, Li Long frowned slightly as he gazed at the seal in the void. The intensity of the seal technique had reached the star rank, and its attack was swift, fierce, and domineering—a rare offensive martial skill.

That expanse of heaven and earth had completely turned into a zone of nothingness. A hole was blasted in the void, and a massive energy field swept across the eight directions, shattering rocks and filling the air with dust.

Just as everyone's gaze converged, a figure flew out from within, his clothes tattered. On Yang Tian's chest was a terrifying bloody hole, spurting blood.

At this moment, his aura was extremely weak, his internal energy nearly depleted. Although that seal technique was terrifying, Yang Tian had forcibly executed it and suffered considerable backlash.

"Brother Yang..." Yun'er's body, light as willow catkins, directly caught Yang Tian's limp form. Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked at the bloody hole on his chest, her voice choked with emotion.

"Xiao Tian..." Yang Ba was greatly alarmed and was about to rush over. But caught off guard, he was struck on the back by Li Long, and his body plummeted down.

Suppressing the surging blood in his chest, a fierce glint flashed in Yang Ba's eyes. He stomped his foot heavily and charged forward again.

"Yun'er... I'm fine, just a flesh wound..." Waving his hand, Yang Tian took out the Hundred Herbs Divine Liquid and dripped a few drops onto his chest. Rich vitality burst forth, and the bloody hole on his chest rapidly scabbed over.

Sensing that his injury had improved somewhat, Yang Tian's gaze fixed on the deep chasm. A ferocious expression appeared on his face, and a chilling murderous intent seeped out.

In the chasm, a figure crawled out shakily. Li Feng looked utterly miserable, with disheveled hair and multiple deep bone-deep wounds on his body. He had been severely injured by the earlier seal.

"How is this possible?" Li Long's expression changed slightly. He cast a doubtful glance at Li Feng, never expecting Yang Tian to have inflicted such heavy damage on him.

"You little bastard! You must die!" As soon as his gaze fell on Yang Tian, Li Feng's face twisted with ferocity, and he roared. Being injured by a junior at the Tongxuan realm today would surely become a laughingstock. He could not endure such humiliation and wanted to kill Yang Tian.

Clang! Suddenly, a small cyan seal appeared above Li Feng's head. This unadorned little seal now radiated a divine light, and from within came the sound of battle cries, as if ancient cultivators were fighting.

A cold killing intent burst forth. Yun'er's delicate face tightened; she had stirred killing intent within. The ancient, unadorned little seal contained mysterious energy and descended toward Li Feng's head.

"Get lost!" Li Feng threw a punch, and a surging wave of air howled out, smashing heavily against the little seal.

Yun'er's face was taut. She muttered incantations, and the little seal in the void suddenly trembled. The sky shook violently, and the battle cries grew louder, like thousands of troops and horses galloping.

Bang! The punch struck, but not as Li Feng had imagined. His tiger's mouth was split open, and all the bones in his body rattled. The little seal seemed forged from steel, indestructible, and the battle cries dissipated shortly after.

A pallor suddenly spread across Yun'er's cheeks. She had consumed too much internal energy and was feeling overwhelmed; the mysterious energy within the little seal could evidently not be activated.

Li Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, the coldness in his eyes growing more intense. He grinned ferociously. Just as he stepped forward, his body suddenly halted, and a sense of palpitation rose in his heart—a tremor from the depths of his soul.

"What's happening?" Frowning, Yang Tian turned his head and fixed his gaze on the void. That soul-stirring sensation was emanating from Yang Xiao.

"Could this be the soul technique Uncle Xiao mentioned?" At this moment, in Yang Xiao's palm was a small, pitch-black seal the size of a palm, emitting a feeling that stirred the soul.

Li Xiang stared solemnly at Yang Xiao's palm. This tremor from the depths of his soul made him sense that he might not be able to withstand this fluctuation.

"Could this be a soul technique?" His expression shifting rapidly, Li Xiang suddenly recalled a supreme technique in the cultivation world. Soul techniques were extremely rare, and even ordinary soul-protecting Dao artifacts could not compare.

Yang Xiao's figure was very faint. His consumption had been immense, especially in condensing the soul technique, which had further depleted his soul energy.

Li Xiang hesitated for a moment on the spot, then gritted his teeth and turned to flee. If such a technique damaged his soul body, the consequences would be dire.

Li Xiang's actions left Yang Tian somewhat stunned. He recalled this seal technique, which required the Quenching Soul realm to be initially executed. Against a soul body of the same level, it could easily annihilate it.

But after execution, the soul body needed a period of rest, and the damage to oneself was also considerable.

"Heh, I've paid such a heavy price; you should stay." Seeing this, Yang Xiao shook his head slightly, and the small black seal in his hand instantly leaped through the void.

"Soul-Destroying Seal!" He whispered softly in his mind. The small black seal traversed the void and appeared above Li Xiang's head in an instant, drilling toward his brow.

"Get lost!" Li Xiang roared repeatedly, and the small silver pagoda instantly descended. But what happened next shocked him: the small black seal directly transformed into a mass of black mist. Countless strands of black mist, swift as thunderbolts, evaded the small silver pagoda and surged into his brow.

Inside Li Xiang's sea of consciousness, that mass of black mist coalesced again into the Soul-Destroying Seal. Its heart-stopping momentum undiminished, it pressed down toward Li Xiang's soul head.

"Ah—" Outside, Li Xiang's body suddenly stiffened. In an instant, he let out a pig-slaughtering howl. His panicked face instantly twisted! One could imagine how much pain he was enduring to make a War Emperor emit such agony.

Li Xiang fell from the void, blood oozing from his mouth and nose. His body was utterly miserable, his chest heaving violently. He panted like an ox, drenched in sweat, his face pale as snow.

"What ruthless methods..." Li Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily. To make a War Emperor suffer unbearable pain, Li Xiang had endured unimaginable agony, worse than death.