This is a remote forest, where each towering black ironwood tree stands tall like proud warriors gazing at the heavens.

In the depths of the black ironwood forest, a massive black palace lies like a prostrate giant beast amid the deep woods.

Inside the black palace, various key areas are guarded or patrolled by men in black clothing.

But within a hundred feet of the central altar of the black palace, no man in black clothing dares to approach.

At this moment, atop the altar cast in black iron, stand three figures and a mysterious black iron coffin.

All three figures wear black robes adorned with subtle gold flame patterns, exuding grandeur.

These three are the highest-ranking figures of the Dark Palace: Palace Master An Yuan, Young Palace Master An Xingchen, and Great Tributor Leng Yi.

"Congratulations, Father, on reaching the Earth Tier."

An Xingchen spoke with a hint of delight in his voice, looking at the figure standing before him.

"Hmm."

An Yuan stood with hands behind his back, nodding slightly, his current aura now several times stronger than before.

Beside An Yuan, slightly further back, was a wizened and ugly old man, his face filled with darkness.

"Tributor Leng, have you investigated your son's death thoroughly?"

An Yuan glanced at the black iron coffin at the center of the altar and spoke to Leng Yi.

Inside the black iron coffin lay a figure; if Qin Yang were here, he wouldn't be unfamiliar with it—this was none other than Leng She, whom Qin Yang had buried underground using the Earth Concealment Technique in the Qingxia River Valley.

"I have investigated it thoroughly."

Leng Yi's voice carried a touch of raspiness and darkness.

"Who is it?"

An Yuan frowned and asked.

"Hehe, it's quite a coincidence; it's the same brat you and the Young Palace Master encountered."

Leng Yi's eyes glimmered with venomous light. Having had a late-born son whom he cherished beyond measure, he couldn't have imagined that in the end, he died at the hands of that brat.

Though Qin Yang's methods were swift and decisive, the surveillance cameras at the entrance hall of Qingxia River Valley captured who entered the valley that day and who camped near the river. Through a process of elimination, Qin Yang was finally discovered.

"So that brat has already killed three people in our Dark Palace."

An Yuan's face turned icy, with the Second Tributor, Third Tributor, and now, Leng She—three Profound Tier experts had already fallen to Qin Yang's hands.

"Chen'Er, have you investigated the brat's identity thoroughly?"

An Yuan turned to An Xingchen and asked.

"Investigated thoroughly, Father. That boy was just a high school senior a few months ago; his father was a soldier in the southwest, and his mother ran a barbecue stall—nothing out of the ordinary. But within these three to four months, the boy suddenly gained mysterious techniques and power."

"First, he accumulated a huge fortune through stone gambling, then contracted the entire Feipu Mountain, seeming to run some herbal cuisine, bought a wine factory, and later teamed up with Bi Luoyue to kill Celestial Sword Pavilion's Zi Qian, Saffron, and others, and became the Honorary Pavilion Master."

An Xingchen reported, and he had already pieced together what Qin Yang had experienced.

Upon hearing this, An Yuan remained silent for a moment, the light in his dignified eyes flickering. Moments later, he slowly spoke, "Impressive indeed, that brat must have had some fortunate encounter; otherwise, he couldn't have accomplished such astounding things within just three to four months, now even having the prowess to kill Profound Tier experts."

"Regardless of what fortunate encounter he might have had, I will tear him limb from limb!"

Leng Yi slowly clenched his pallid old hands and said coldly.

"That brat must die."

An Yuan nodded, his eyes flashing with cold light. Then, he turned to An Xingchen, "Chen'Er, where is the brat now?"

"The brat entered his Feipu Manor yesterday and hasn't come out, he seems to be in retreat."

An Xingchen replied.

"Hmm, Chen'Er, gather some of the skilled men from the palace tonight, we shall kill that brat and burn his Feipu Manor to the ground."

An Yuan nodded and spoke sternly, with his current Earth Tier Early Stage skills, killing that boy would be effortless.

"Wait a moment, Palace Master."

Leng Yi remained silent for a moment, lifting his wizened old face, and said.

"What's the matter?"

An Yuan frowned and asked.

"In Qingxia River Valley, besides killing my son, that brat also killed the third-generation Ximen Huan of the Ximen Clan, burning the body to ashes."

Leng Yi's voice rasped as he spoke.

"Ximen Huan?"

An Yuan's gaze flickered; he knew a bit about Ximen Huan, as Great Tributor Leng Yi's son Leng She often mingled with Ximen Huan, whose mother, Ximen Feng, was an authentic member of the Ximen Clan, and whose father, from another family, had been admitted into the Ximen Clan.

"Palace Master, Ximen Huan is dead. Given Ximen Feng's fiery temperament, she definitely won't let the brat off the hook. I've already sent people to contact the Ximen Family, and Sea Dragon Sect won't miss this opportunity. With the combined forces of our three major powers, we'll first take over Feipu Manor, kill the brat, and then annihilate Celestial Sword Pavilion!"

Leng Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of malice as he spoke.

"Good, let's go with Tributor Leng's plan. No matter what means the brat might have, he cannot escape the combined slaughter by our three major forces."

An Yuan nodded and spoke sternly.

Capital City, outskirts.

Luoxia Mountain.

The forest is lush, with crisp bird songs; in this vast mountain forest, every few thousand meters rests a luxurious manor, inhabited by families deeply rooted in the major powers of Capital City.

In a manor covering over ten thousand square meters, with water pools, fountains, and green grasslands under the sun, everything looks quite comfortable.

However, at this moment, the central luxurious hall is filled with a somber killing intent.

Several figures stand in the hall.

"Madam, after DNA testing, the pile of ashes is undoubtedly the young master's remains."

A doctor in a white coat, trembling with both hands, handed a test report to a wealthy-dressed lady in front of him, cautiously speaking.

He was afraid of accidentally inciting the anger of the young woman before him.

The lady was dressed in luxurious attire and slightly plump, though she had passed forty, she retained her charm. At this moment, her face was filled with gloom; she reached out, grabbed the report, glanced at it, her gloom turning into deep poison.

"I want that brat dead, I want to burn his entire family to ashes, no, burn alive everyone related to him."

Ximen Feng shredded the report into pieces, her eyes bulging as she screamed like a shrew.

Ximen Feihua stood to the side, holding an Ancient Bronze Fan in one hand and a photo in the other. The photo showed a sunny youth, unmistakably Qin Yang.

"Black Rat, are you certain it's the person in the photo who did this?"

Ximen Feihua glared at a slender, expressionless man beside him, who was responsible for the Ximen Family's intelligence system.

"Yes."

The expressionless man replied.

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