That five-colored spear was actually Yao Changjun's Emperor Treasure!
Emperor Treasures—even an Emperor Realm powerhouse wouldn't possess many. Each one was treated as a priceless treasure, never lightly discarded. Yet now, Yao Changjun's Emperor Treasure had appeared in Yang Kai's hands. What did that imply? It meant that Yao Changjun was likely already beyond saving!
No wonder he had never caught sight of Yao Changjun. Ever since arriving in the Desolate Void Secret Realm, he had encountered even Yang Kai, yet never once detected any trace of Yao Changjun. Now it seemed—not that Yao Changjun was hiding well enough, but that he simply no longer existed in this world.
But how? How could Yang Kai, a mere Dao Source Realm cultivator, have killed Yao Changjun? And if he hadn't killed him, how had the five-colored spear ended up in his possession?
Pang Guang's mind was a whirl of confusion. He stared blankly at the five-colored spear, unable to make sense of it—unable to tell whether Yang Kai was telling the truth or lying.
Just as his composure was shaken, a sudden chill crept up from behind him. The coldness arrived without the faintest warning, and by the time Pang Guang sensed it and tried to dodge, it was already too late.
A ribbon of brilliant light flared, accompanied by a beast's roar that shook the mountain forest like a tiger's bellow. Pang Guang felt a searing pain in his back, and then his body was struck by a tremendous force that sent him hurtling forward, blood spewing from his mouth as he tumbled through the air.
Before he could regain his footing, Yang Kai was already flying straight toward him, a savage grin spreading across his face. He threw a punch downward, his fist wreathed in dense spatial power fluctuations. Where the fist passed, it left a trail of pitch-black, as though space itself had shattered.
Pang Guang drew a sharp breath and forced himself to channel his Source Power, activating the bronze gong to shield himself.
BOOM—
A deafening crash rang out. The bronze gong's light flickered wildly—its spiritual essence had clearly been damaged by the blow, which pained Pang Guang deeply.
But now was clearly not the time to worry about his treasure. Face pale, Pang Guang used the rebounding force to rapidly widen the distance between himself and Yang Kai.
Rip—
A soft sound. A wave of deadly aura flooded his mind. The world between heaven and earth flared bright for a single instant, and then a bolt of lightning as thin as a hair shot toward him from some unknown direction, striking him with pinpoint accuracy.
Even though Pang Guang was an Emperor Realm powerhouse, the moment the lightning hit him, his entire body went into violent spasms. Every strand of his hair stood on end, and a thick, acrid smell of charred flesh rose from his body. He looked utterly pathetic.
Eyes bulging with fury, he forced himself to twist his head to the side—and the next moment, his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.
There, a little girl of perhaps seven or eight sat perched atop a white tiger. Her features were as delicate as carved jade, but her face was locked in an expression of frigid cold. In her hand she held a pale azure pearl, and she was gazing at him with icy detachment.
Neither the girl nor the white tiger beneath her had appeared through any means Pang Guang could detect—he had no idea how they had materialized. And the ambushes and attacks from before had clearly come from this pair.
What stunned Pang Guang most was that the pale azure pearl in the little girl's hands was actually an Emperor Treasure with a lightning attribute! Whether because the girl's cultivation wasn't sufficient or for some other reason, after activating the treasure's power, she now looked noticeably pale, having obviously expended far too much energy.
What in the world was going on? Pang Guang's mind couldn't keep up—everything he was seeing and hearing seemed too incredible to be real.
It was then that an angry shout rang out: "Pang Guang! This place shall be your burial ground today! Prepare to die!"
Pang Guang shuddered with fear and no longer dared underestimate Yang Kai in the slightest. He had come charging over with murderous intent, thinking he could kill Yang Kai and avenge his grievance—only to stumble headfirst into a trap. The enemy was barely scratched, and he himself was already beaten half to death.
That white tiger-like demon beast radiated an aura that only an Emperor Realm powerhouse could possess—clearly not something to be trifled with. That alone was more than he could handle, let alone Yang Kai watching hungrily from the side. There was simply no way to fight this.
Had he known how dangerous it was here, he would never have come. Wouldn't it have been much better to stay on the other side cheering for Chi Sun?
For a moment, infinite regret surged through Pang Guang's heart. He spun around, ready to flee.
"Condense!" Yang Kai, reading his intent, roared the single word. The Laws of Space converged, and the very fabric around Pang Guang instantly turned viscous and heavy, trapping him as though he were wading through tar.
That single moment's hesitation sealed Pang Guang's fate.
Under Liu Yan's direction, the white tiger transformed into a streak of white light and vanished—only to reappear right beside Pang Guang. Its enormous maw gaped wide, and it clamped its jaws onto his neck.
Pang Guang's soul nearly left his body. He channeled every ounce of power to guard his neck, desperate to keep the tiger from severing it outright, while struggling frantically to break free.
"Get in here!" Yang Kai sneered, flinging the Profound Realm Bead toward Pang Guang. It swallowed both him and the white tiger in an instant.
Then, with a flicker of movement, he too vanished into the Small Profound World.
Deep inside the Small Profound World, Pang Guang exhausted every last shred of his strength—even resorting to detonating his vital blood essence—and barely managed to break free of the white tiger's clutches. But when he turned around, his mind went completely blank.
He looked around. This was no ocean. Lush greenery surrounded him on all sides, birds sang among the branches, flowers bloomed in fragrance, and spiritual energy hung thick in the air—a place that seemed like a heavenly paradise.
Had he already died? Was this the underworld? Cold sweat poured down Pang Guang's forehead.