Douluo Continent: Dark Demon God Biao, inheriting the position of an evil god

"Tang... Tang Clan? Tang Ya?!"

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper's face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

Wasn't the Tang Clan wiped out by their Iron Blood Sect long ago?

Tang Ya... wasn't she rumored to have died or disappeared long ago?
How did she suddenly appear here, and... why is the aura of the boy next to her so terrifying?
"Quickly, go and report to the sect leader!"

A quick-thinking disciple screamed and scrambled back into the sect.

The remaining disciples' hands trembled as they gripped their weapons, facing the murderous Tang Ya and the smiling yet even more unsettling man behind her.

Neither advancing nor retreating.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my back.

Dai Yuntian stood behind Tang Ya with his arms crossed, his gaze calmly sweeping over the Iron Blood Sect's simple mountain gate and the few terrified disciples.

"Xiaoya, don't rush. The main character hasn't shown up yet. Let these small fry enjoy the taste of fear for a while longer."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Tang Ya took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to act immediately, but the killing intent in her eyes grew stronger, like a volcano about to erupt.

The long-standing hatred has finally reached its moment of reckoning.

Anyone would find it difficult to remain calm in this situation.

"The remnants of the Tang Clan! The remnants of the Tang Clan have come to our door!"

The gatekeeper disciple who had previously scrambled into the sect rushed frantically toward the main hall, shouting incessantly.

"What? Remnants of the Tang Clan?"

"Tang Ya? Isn't she dead?"

"Quickly! Go and report to the sect leader and elders!"

Chaos erupted instantly within the Iron Blood Sect.

Some low-ranking disciples and servants, unaware of what was happening, looked around in panic.

The core disciples and deacons who were qualified to know the inside story of the "Tang Clan massacre" changed their expressions drastically, and an ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.

……

The once quiet sect erupted in chaos at the gatekeeper's piercing scream.

"Why panic!"

A loud shout came from the depths of the sect, carrying the pressure of a Soul Emperor.

A burly, middle-aged man with a sinister face strode out, surrounded by a group of elders and disciples.

He is none other than Tie Li, the current sect leader of the Iron Blood Sect.

Tie Li's face turned ashen, and his fierce gaze swept towards the mountain gate.

When he saw that there were only Dai Yuntian and Tang Ya, and especially when he sensed the soul power fluctuations on Tang Ya's body that were only at the Soul Venerable level, he was shocked.

He felt a slight sense of relief, but then a surge of furious anger at being slighted welled up inside him.

"Tang Ya, you stray dog, how dare you come back to die!"

Tie Li grinned maliciously and waved his hand: "Take him down! Dead or alive!"

Dozens of Iron Blood Sect disciples received the order and unleashed a dazzling array of soul skills, swarming towards Tang Ya and Dai Yuntian.

Faced with the siege of this rabble, Tang Ya's eyes sharpened, and she was about to activate her Dark Blue Silver Grass to fight back.

However, as soon as she moved, a long, strong hand gently pressed on her shoulder.

"Just some small fry, don't get your hands dirty."

Dai Yuntian's calm voice rang in her ears.

Tang Ya paused, then turned to look at Dai Yuntian.

Dai Yuntian remained calm, arms crossed, not even lifting an eyelid in the face of the overwhelming attack.

Just as the first wave of attacks was about to hit them.

"Buzz!"

An invisible yet vast and terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Dai Yuntian's center!

A blood-red spirit ring fell instantly.

A chilling mental pressure descended.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"

Like harvesting wheat, the dozens of Ironblood Sect disciples at the forefront didn't even utter a sound before their eyes rolled back, white foam appeared at their mouths, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious. The disciples rushing in behind were even more severely affected, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of energy, and were sent flying backward, their bones broken and their screams echoing throughout the air.

It's just the release of a spirit ring!
The Iron Blood Sect's proud offensive crumbled instantly.

"What?! A 100,000-year-old spirit ring?!"

Tie Li's sinister smile froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The elders behind him were terrified, their faces pale and their legs trembling.

"You...who are you?!"

"Has our Iron Blood Sect ever offended you?"

Tie Li's voice trembled as he stared intently at Dai Yuntian, his previous arrogance completely gone.

Such strength... is definitely not that of an unknown person!
Dai Yuntian finally made a move.

He lowered his arms and walked slowly forward. With each step he took, the suffocating pressure intensified.

"Who I am is not for you to know."

Dai Yuntian spoke calmly, as if stating a fact: "All you need to know is that today, the Iron Blood Sect is removed from the Douluo Continent."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand.

With your index finger, gently point forward.

"laugh--!"

A stream of icy blue light, condensed to its fullest extent, burst forth from his fingertips at incredible speed, instantly piercing through Tie Li's brow.

The shock on Tie Li's face was frozen in time; he hadn't even seen how the other party made their move.

The next second, his head, along with half of his body, was instantly covered by a layer of crystal-clear, extremely cold ice, turning into a lifelike ice sculpture.

The icy aura spread, even affecting the two Soul King elders behind him, who were instantly frozen to death!
The leader of the Iron Blood Sect is dead!
"metropolitan!"

"Fight him!"

The remaining elders and disciples were terrified. Some tried to escape, while others launched desperate suicide attacks.

Dai Yuntian's eyes were cold, as if he were looking at ants.

"Destroy."

He uttered a single word.

"The Realm of Permanent Frozen!"

The blood-red spirit ring beneath his feet lit up instantly.

A chilling aura emanated from him, and countless icicles and cones of ice materialized out of thin air, sweeping out like a violent storm.

"Ahhhh——!"

The screams were endless.

The ice spikes pierced precisely through the heart or brow of every Ironblood Sect Soul Master, extinguishing all life force and turning them into ice sculptures wherever they went.

Just three breaths.

The Iron Blood Sect's mountain gate square, which was bustling with noise and filled with murderous intent just a moment ago, is now completely silent.

The ground was covered with ice sculptures, each in a different pose, retaining the movements and expressions of their last moments before death, lifelike, yet devoid of any trace of life.

Sunlight shines on the crystal-clear ice sculpture, refracting a cold luster.

The entire Iron Blood Sect, from the sect leader to the ordinary disciples, was wiped out.

Dai Yuntian withdrew his finger, as if he had casually crushed a group of ants.

He turned to look at Tang Ya beside him, his tone softening again:

"Alright, the troublemakers have been cleared away. Xiaoya, go ahead and do whatever you want."

Tang Ya stared blankly at the scene before her, which resembled a hellish landscape, then glanced at Dai Yuntian beside her, who remained calm and composed, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was a sense of exhilaration at finally getting revenge, a shock at Dai Yuntian's strength, and also a hint of... bewilderment.

Is this absolute power?
She took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and her gaze became firm.

She walked to Tieli's corpse, looked at the face frozen with fear and disbelief, and slowly raised her hand. Dark blue silver grass vines reached out and crushed his body to pieces.

Tang Ya's eyes instantly reddened, and she knelt before the heavens: "Father, Mother, ancestors of the Tang Clan... Xiao Ya has avenged you."

After doing all this, she stood up, walked to Dai Yuntian's side, gently took his hand, and whispered, "Yuntian, thank you."

Dai Yuntian took her slightly cool hand in his own and smiled, "There's no need for thanks between us. Let's go see what other legacies the Iron Blood Sect has." (End of Chapter)