Yang Tian shouted coldly, and with a fierce swing of the Holy Sword in his hand, the Sword Dragon roared and charged towards the Fierce Celestial King.

The Fierce Celestial King's face was somewhat solemn.

The Dharma Seal he had just cast was shattered so completely by this Sword Dragon.

It showed the terror of the second style of the Saint Emperor Swordsmanship.

It seemed that if this Sword Dragon attacked, even the Fierce Celestial King would be injured.

Whoosh!

The figure of the Fierce Celestial King flickered, retreating, his eyes full of sneers: "Yang Tian, as the chosen successor selected by the old Saint Master, your enemy should be the new faction's Saint Master. Why must you kill me, an elder who even the old Saint Master calls 'Grandmaster'?"

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Tian swiped the Holy Sword in his hand, and the Sword Dragon roared again, charging towards the Fierce Celestial King.

"Yang Tian, would I be afraid of you?"

The Fierce Celestial King laughed coldly, his figure flickered, and in mid-air, he unleashed dozens of Dharma Seals, all aiming to destroy the Sword Dragon Yang Tian had summoned.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dozens of Dharma Seals cast by the Fierce Celestial King all landed, and no matter how powerful the Sword Dragon Yang Tian summoned, it was battered and torn.

"Heh!" Yang Tian laughed, "Fierce Celestial King, you're nothing much after all. I thought you were more formidable, but you can't even crack my second style of Swordsmanship. If I unleash the third style, I'm sure I can obliterate you completely!"

"There's a third style?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the Fierce Celestial King's eyes.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Tian smiled.

He leapt forward, swinging the Holy Sword in his hand fiercely.

Boom!

In mid-air, the Sword Dragon, already riddled with holes, let out a sharp cry, transforming into a final surge of killing intent, rushing towards the Fierce Celestial King.

After a rumbling sound, the Fierce Celestial King was struck and staggered back five steps before managing to stand firmly.

He snorted coldly, his figure flickered, and fled.

"Where do you think you're going, Fierce Celestial King? Running for your life?"

Yang Tian asked with a laugh.

"Yang Tian, don't be complacent. Your Saint Emperor Swordsmanship is indeed powerful! But let me tell you, I'm only using one-tenth of my strength right now. Once I find the Four Great Golden Spirit Guardians, I'll reemerge in the martial world—then you'll be the one crying!"

The Fierce Celestial King shouted coldly, his figure rapidly escaping.

"Do you think I will let you find Wang Lingzhan? Absolutely ridiculous!"

Yang Tian waved the Holy Sword, chasing after him.

"You should focus on rescuing your own!" The Fierce Celestial King's palm flickered, and suddenly, a soul flew out—it was Wang Xiaoyu's soul. "Yang Tian, Wang Xiaoyu's soul is dying. If you don't save her, she'll die here. Are you chasing after me or saving her?"

Yang Tian frowned, coming to a stop.

"Yang, don't worry about me. Go after him! Bu Rucheng is dead, and only he knows where the Dark Land is. If he escapes, you'll never find Wang Lingzhan again!"

Wang Xiaoyu's soul was very weak; after saying this, she sat down.

Above Wang Xiaoyu's soul, there was a light.

This was the Fire of the Soul.

If this light extinguished, it would be Wang Xiaoyu's death.

And at this moment, this flame flickered constantly, on the verge of extinguishing.

Yang Tian's eyes flashed with hesitation.

"Hahaha, Yang Tian, do you want to chase me or save Wang Xiaoyu? She's right, with Bu Rucheng dead, only I know where the Dark Land is. I have your Lifebound Magic Breath, and now I am going to find Wang Lingzhan and use his blood to break the seal on me! Dare to chase after me? In just another half a minute, Wang Xiaoyu will be scattered!"

The Fierce Celestial King laughed heartily.

Hesitation flickered in Yang Tian's eyes; finally, he sighed.

He still chose to save Wang Xiaoyu.

Bang!

Yang Tian came to Wang Xiaoyu's side, his palm upraised, and a flame surged, enveloping Wang Xiaoyu's soul. Then Yang Tian guided Wang Xiaoyu's soul into the Jade Pendant on his chest.

This way, Wang Xiaoyu's soul had a place to reside.

"Hahaha..."

The voice of the Fierce Celestial King faded away, eventually disappearing.

Yang Tian sat down, using Spiritual Breath to continually strengthen Wang Xiaoyu's soul.

But he did not notice that at this moment, tears streamed down Wang Xiaoyu's face; she just stared blankly at Yang Tian. After a while, she finally spoke: "Yang, thank you... I betrayed you all, yet you still chose to save me..."

Yang Tian did not respond to Wang Xiaoyu, instead focusing on using Spiritual Breath to strengthen her soul.

"Yang, my soul has calmed; you can take the red dagger and channel my soul into it..."

Wang Xiaoyu said.

"Oh?"

Yang Tian recalled how Wang Xiaoyu had stabbed herself with a dagger to prevent the Fierce Celestial King from taking over her body. The dagger had turned blood-red by absorbing her blood.

Was this the dagger Wang Xiaoyu mentioned?

Yang Tian searched around and quickly found the blood-red dagger.

He picked up the blood-red dagger, channeling Spiritual Breath, and Wang Xiaoyu's soul quickly entered the dagger.

"It's done!"

Yang Tian stood up, still unaware that inside the blood-red dagger, Wang Xiaoyu's gaze carried a hint of tenderness as she looked at Yang Tian...

"Yang..."

Soon, Ling Ying, Wang Ying, Wang Yue, and others found Yang Tian.

"The Fierce Celestial King has escaped!"

Yang Tian recounted the battle, but he concealed Wang Xiaoyu's matter.

When Wang Ying heard that the Fierce Celestial King was going to find Wang Lingzhan, she became anxious: "Yang Tian, this Fierce Celestial King has already cloned your Lifebound Magic Breath; he can enter the Dark Land, but only he and Master Wu knew where the Dark Land is. Master Wu has committed suicide, so we can't find the Dark Land anymore. Why didn't you chase after him?"

Yang Tian had to admire Wang Ying's boldness and keen insight, finding the problem point in a flash.

He sighed, shook his head: "It's indeed a problem! The Fierce Celestial King has already gone, but we don't even know where the Dark Land is..."

But at this moment, Wang Xiaoyu's voice came from the dagger: "Yang, I know where the Dark Land is!"

"You know? Then where is the Dark Land?"

Yang Tian was delighted, quickly asking.

"Actually, when I stabbed the dagger into my chest, it left a Spiritual Breath on my body. Now that I occupy the dagger, I can sense the location of this Spiritual Breath. I now know how to follow the Fierce Celestial King to the Dark Land!"

Wang Xiaoyu explained.

"Right, the dagger left a Spiritual Breath on your chest when you stabbed it!" Yang Tian realized, then became joyous: "We can follow the Fierce Celestial King to the Dark Land! Great! Wang Xiaoyu, lead us to the Dark Land immediately..."