Chapter 63

Remember in one second 【↘→】, providing you with exciting novel reading. Inside the silver light screen, there was a vast square, at least several hundred meters long and wide, where dozens of intense fluctuations were currently erupting!

Those who caused these fluctuations were the dozens of people who had entered the Primordial Yang Inheritance a step ahead of Ye Wuque from the dark space.

However, these dozens of people were now engaged in fierce battles, their opponents being dark silver puppets. These dark silver puppets were different from the three that Ye Wuque had fought; they were only as large as ordinary people, entirely bright silver, with a simpler design, and their movements and strength were far inferior to those three.

The dozens of people on the square formed alliances and relied on each other, struggling hard against these dark silver puppets that had suddenly appeared and started attacking without any provocation.

"Damn! Where did these puppets come from!"

"This Primordial Yang Inheritance is indeed not as simple as we thought!"

"Be careful! These puppets seem to have the same cultivation as us!"

"It's as if they were deliberately arranged!"

...

The young geniuses, while battling, quickly conversed with their allies. Once these suddenly appearing puppets engaged in combat with any of the cultivators, their cultivation immediately matched that of the cultivators.

Those who could enter the Primordial Yang Inheritance were no ordinary people, and they quickly realized this. However, apart from defeating these puppets head-on, they had no other better methods.

They discovered that some of them, after defeating their respective puppets, were free to search for a way to leave the square.

Several dozen meters away from where the dozens of people were battling the puppets, several figures each occupied a side, currently on high alert and rapidly using their divine souls to probe the surroundings.

However, these figures did not know that at another location, someone was staring at them with intense eyes.

Ye Wuque's face was extremely cold, his right fist tightly clenched as he gazed at the figure in the center of the group, who was radiating intense heat.

This person was Zhou Huo, and beside him stood a red-haired youth, who was holding a young man with a flushed face, as if burned by intense flames, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly severely injured. This young man was Sima Ao!

Several dozen meters away from Zhou Huo, a man and a woman stood side by side, followed by two others from their respective main cities. The man's gaze swept over Zhou Huo with a hint of shock, as if he had just seen something that greatly surprised him. This was Shen Yushu.

The woman, naturally, was Nalan Yan. Her eyes were deep, revealing no emotion, as she continuously scanned the surroundings, seemingly searching for something, her beautiful and spirited face slightly tense.

The two groups seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, although they were on high alert, they had not yet engaged in conflict.

Because they all knew that if a battle were to break out now, it would be too early.

"The cultivators who left the Primordial Yang Inheritance would not trap us here..."

Zhou Huo spoke calmly, his tone indifferent but firm.

"If it weren't for this kid blocking me, those four women wouldn't have had the chance to escape. I wonder if the direction they fled in is the way out of here."

The red-haired youth spoke in a deep voice, glancing expressionlessly at Sima Ao in his hand and applying a bit more force, causing the latter to bleed from the corner of his mouth again.

Hearing the red-haired youth's words, Zhou Huo turned his head, his indifferent eyes looking at the heavily panting Sima Ao, and said lightly, "Tell me... where did your companions go?"

"Cough... cough..."

Sima Ao's internal injuries were clearly severe, and the burning yuan power raging within his body made him feel as if his meridians were on fire, causing intense pain.

Zhou Huo's words reached Sima Ao's ears, and he forced a grim smile, gasping, "You... dream... cough... cough..."

These three words came out of Sima Ao's mouth one by one, seemingly using all his strength. After saying them, he began to cough violently again.

Sima Ao's response made Zhou Huo's usually calm brows furrow slightly, and with this furrow, a faint chill spread like an ice blade.

"Very well, you have a lot of backbone. Since that's the case, let me see if your bones are as hard as your backbone."

Zhou Huo, standing with his hands behind his back, slowly approached Sima Ao, extending his right hand, which suddenly turned bright red, as if it were a hand forged in a blazing furnace.

"Senior! Can you let this junior out?"

A low shout echoed throughout the room, and Ye Wuque bowed to the place where the silver sun was located!

His expression was solemn, and despite the chill in his heart, he maintained his respect.

The silver sun continued to pulse, seemingly not hearing Ye Wuque's words, and instead asked, "If I tell you that once you leave here, you will never be able to return, and you will never have the chance to obtain my inheritance, would you still be willing to leave to save your companion?"

Ji Yuanyang's voice sounded calmly, devoid of the沧桑 (cang桑) and affection from before, but with a sense of absolute truth.

"Ah!"

At this moment, a惨叫 (can叫) suddenly echoed from within the silver light screen. Hearing this惨叫 (can叫), Ye Wuque's breathing paused, and he abruptly lifted his head to look at the silver light screen!

"Crack"

Like a hand holding a finger burned to a bloody mess, Zhou Huo watched Sima Ao, who was trembling violently and in extreme pain, having just had his index finger broken. His indifferent eyes looked at Sima Ao with interest.

The pain of having a finger broken is unimaginable unless experienced firsthand.

Sima Ao, held down by the red-haired youth, had his broken index finger burned beyond recognition, almost to the bone.

"I don't know!"

With all his strength, Sima Ao shouted, his features contorted in pain, but he... still did not speak.

"Please, Senior, grant me this!"

The chill in Ye Wuque's heart turned into killing intent, and he spoke again, this time not lowering his head, his bright eyes fixed on the silver sun, filled with determination and perseverance.

"Ah..."

Another惨叫 (can叫) echoed, this time even more painful and desperate, as Zhou Huo broke Sima Ao's middle finger on his left hand.

"Speak."

Zhou Huo spoke to Sima Ao, who was almost on the verge of fainting from pain.

"I... I... told you, you... dream! Cough... cough..."

Sima Ao spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs weak, half-kneeling on the ground, his throat still held by the red-haired youth, his bloodstained face showing a bitter smile, his eyes filled with defiant contempt.

"Ha ha."

After breaking two of Sima Ao's fingers, Zhou Huo smiled lightly, "No problem, you have ten fingers, we can take our time."

Saying this, his burning hand slowly released the broken middle finger and placed it on Sima Ao's left ring finger.

Shen Yushu and Nalan Yan, upon seeing Zhou Huo's actions, felt a chill, not because of the act of breaking Sima Ao's fingers, but because of Zhou Huo's expression.

So gentle, without a hint of cruelty, as if he were not interrogating but simply eating or drinking.

"Zhou Huo... extremely dangerous, utmost caution is needed."

Nalan Yan's usually expressionless face finally showed a hint of sternness, clearly adding a layer of caution due to Zhou Huo's ruthlessness.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Rapid breaths mixed with blood continued to spurt from Sima Ao's mouth, the burning sensation from his left ring finger making his despair deepen.

Just as Zhou Huo was about to break Sima Ao's left ring finger again, a voice filled with boundless killing intent, as if freezing everything, suddenly echoed in all directions!

"Zhou Huo! You dare!"

This sudden shout immediately changed the expressions of everyone, including Zhou Huo!

Sima Ao, who had been in despair, burst with almost疯狂 (feng狂) joy upon hearing this voice!

"Ye Wuque! It's Ye Wuque! He's here... he's here!"

Sima Ao's body began to tremble violently as he struggled to look in the direction of the voice.

"Buzz"

A ten-meter-wide silver light screen suddenly appeared in the air, with a tall figure standing inside, his face cold, eyes filled with killing intent, staring intently at Zhou Huo. It was Ye Wuque!

The low shout had come from his mouth, transmitted through the silver light screen.

At the sight of Ye Wuque, Zhou Huo's eyes narrowed, "Yue Chengfeng, that waste of space..."

Shen Yushu and Nalan Yan's expressions changed simultaneously.

However, Zhou Huo's gaze flickered, as if he had noticed something, and he smiled, "I didn't expect you to enter the Primordial Yang Inheritance as well, and you seem to be in another place I don't know about. Interesting. Want to save your companion? I'll give you a chance, just come to me. Of course, you don't have to come."

"Crack"

"Ah!"

The sound of a finger breaking accompanied by Sima Ao's惨叫 (can叫) echoed again, and this time, Sima Ao finally could not bear it and fainted.

Breaking Sima Ao's ring finger, Zhou Huo, as if it were a trivial matter, smiled at Ye Wuque in the silver light screen, "I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you don't come, I'll break one of his fingers every five breaths. Once all his fingers are broken, I'll start breaking every bone in his body. You better hurry, I'm waiting."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuque's expression in the silver light screen did not change, as if he had not heard, but then his right hand flashed, and a purple-shining Hundred Cities Jade Seal appeared in his hand.

Holding the Hundred Cities Jade Seal, Ye Wuque flipped it, showing the back to Zhou Huo, and three large characters immediately caught Zhou Huo's eye, causing his expression to change, a chill flashing in his eyes.

Yue Chengfeng.

The Hundred Cities Jade Seal in Ye Wuque's hand belonged to Yue Chengfeng, which he had found in the storage ring he had taken from Yue Chengfeng before picking up the three Primordial Yang Tokens. It turned out to be of great use at this moment.

Inside the silver light screen, Ye Wuque, with eyes filled with killing intent, held Yue Chengfeng's Hundred Cities Jade Seal, his gaze sharp like a blade, a defiant smile on his lips, and said to Zhou Huo, "I will find you, but before that, I'll take some interest. It's simple, just break three fingers of the red-haired man behind you. If not..."