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Chapter 1192: The Ultimate Victor

Just as Wan Wu Yi was about to flash into the spatial rift, a restraining barrier suddenly appeared in mid-air!

The restraining barrier wasn't particularly large; it didn't envelop the entire Ancient Demon Palace, but rather only the area where Yang Haoran and Wan Wu Yi were located. At a glance, it looked like a black sphere suspended in the air.

Wan Wu Yi's expression shifted. He had sensed the emergence of the restraining barrier and understood Yang Haoran's objective, yet he didn't hesitate in the slightest, instead flashing into the spatial rift with the fastest possible speed, as the rift had already formed.

However, the instant he flashed into the spatial rift, the power fluctuations emanating from Yang Haoran's body suddenly surged dramatically. The humanoid monster, which had initially been evenly matched with Remnant Moon, could no longer withstand it. With a single strike, it was sliced open by Remnant Moon. Before Wan Wu Yi could even react, a black flash streaked past his eyes, and a bone-chilling coldness pierced his neck. His body froze within the spatial rift.

Immediately after, his consciousness blurred. Before it could completely dissipate, he felt his head seem to slide off his neck.

Indeed, that was the truth. At this moment, Wan Wu Yi's head and body had indeed separated, and large amounts of fresh blood gushed from his neck.

Remnant Moon's strike had not only severed Wan Wu Yi's head, but had even sliced open the newly formed spatial rift with a single blow.

The reason this strike possessed such formidable power was that Yang Haoran had unleashed all his strength at that moment, causing Remnant Moon's power to surge dramatically as a result.

However, he hadn't deployed his second Soul Armament. When he made his move, Wan Wu Yi had already flashed into the spatial rift. If he had spent more time summoning a second Soul Armament, it would clearly have been too late. Thus, he simply propelled Remnant Moon's speed to its absolute limit, managing to slay Wan Wu Yi just before he could be successfully teleported away.

As for why he set up the restraining barrier before making his move, it was because he didn't want the people outside to know that he could still unleash such terrifying power at that moment.

Those outside the barrier naturally didn't understand the true intention behind Yang Haoran's actions. In their view, Yang Haoran had suddenly deployed the restraining barrier at that moment undoubtedly to prevent Wan Wu Yi's escape.

Furthermore, once the restraining barrier had formed, all that could be seen from the outside was a black sphere suspended in the air. As for the situation inside the restraining barrier, it was completely invisible to the naked eye.

Even if some among these individuals possessed special ocular techniques and could pierce through Yang Haoran's restraining barrier, it wouldn't have mattered much. Because Yang Haoran had ended Wan Wu Yi's life in mere an instant, and then the restraining barrier dissipated into wisps of Yin Qi. Even with ocular techniques, there would have been no opportunity to discern what had truly transpired within the barrier.

As the restraining barrier dissipated, Yang Haoran reappeared in everyone's sight. However, the powerful fluctuations of energy emanating from him had long vanished, replaced by an extreme weakness, with even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The crowd not only witnessed Yang Haoran's moment of weakness but also watched as Wan Wu Yi's severed head and headless corpse plummeted from the sky.

Upon seeing this scene, the vast majority of people immediately assumed that Yang Haoran had set up the restraining barrier to prevent Wan Wu Yi's escape, and that to successfully slay Wan Wu Yi, Yang Haoran must have employed some extraordinary technique. This technique would have exacted an enormous toll on him, which was why Yang Haoran now appeared so weak.

Only a very small fraction of people held slightly different thoughts, but even if they harbored suspicions, they could find no evidence to prove there was anything amiss with Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran, for his part, didn't bother with what outsiders were thinking or how they viewed him at that moment. He had played his part in the act, and if anyone still tried to cause him trouble by playing smart, he wouldn't mind making such people disappear permanently.

At that moment, all his attention was focused on Wan Wu Yi's headless corpse, or more precisely, on the Heart Demon Flute tightly clutched in Wan Wu Yi's hand.

As Wan Wu Yi's corpse hit the ground, Yang Haoran appeared beside the headless body. As for Wan Wu Yi's lifeless head, eyes still wide with disbelief, he didn't even spare it a glance.

"Heh, you had no idea of my true strength at all, but that's just perfect."

Yang Haoran looked at the Heart Demon Flute in Wan Wu Yi's hand and spoke with a faint smile.

Previously, Wan Wu Yi had tried to use the replica Heart Demon Flute to awaken his inner demon, but ultimately failed. Why did he fail? Naturally, it was because Yang Haoran's power was too formidable; Wan Wu Yi simply lacked the ability to awaken the inner demon within him. Yang Haoran believed Wan Wu Yi was equally aware of this fact.

However, as for the true extent of his power, Yang Haoran believed Wan Wu Yi certainly didn't know. It was precisely for this reason that, despite having no other choice, Wan Wu Yi's actions after reactivating the Blood Refining Grand Array still harbored a sliver of hope. He thought he might be able to turn the tables, or even if he couldn't, escaping shouldn't be too difficult.

To achieve his goal, he had even gone so far as to cut off his own retreat, personally destroying the replica Heart Demon Flute he had crafted with vast resources. By doing so, he forced himself to obtain the true Heart Demon Flute.

The outcome, however, was now clearly before them. He had failed. Not only had he lost his life, but he had also merely prepared a feast for Yang Haoran. The Heart Demon Flute, which he had just acquired and barely warmed his hands on, had already become Yang Haoran's possession.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the Heart Demon Flute, as if summoned, shot into the air, seeking to fly towards him. But because Wan Wu Yi had clutched the Heart Demon Flute so tightly, even though his physical body was now deceased, his grip on the flute remained unyielding. As the Heart Demon Flute ascended, Wan Wu Yi's arm rose with it, until even the upper half of his corpse slowly lifted upright.

Bang!

With a muffled thump, the arm clutching the Heart Demon Flute was enveloped by Yin Qi, then exploded, transforming into a mist of blood. Unrestrained, the Heart Demon Flute floated suspended in mid-air before Yang Haoran.

With a smile on his face, Yang Haoran grasped the Heart Demon Flute before him and meticulously examined this treasure of the demon race.

He had already witnessed how bizarre and powerful the replica Heart Demon Flute was. And while he hadn't yet seen the true Heart Demon Flute's might for himself, he had every reason to believe that its power would undoubtedly far surpass that of the replica!

However, this Heart Demon Flute was a demonic artifact, unlike an exorcist's magical artifact, and also fundamentally different from a Demon Hunter's Demon Weapon. Therefore, even with its immense power, not just anyone could control it. To unleash the Heart Demon Flute's full might, one had to possess the corresponding methods.

Yang Haoran was an Underworld Official; he was not a member of the Demon Cult, and the power within his body was fundamentally different from that of the Demon Cult. From this perspective, he was unable to control the Heart Demon Flute. No matter how powerful or bizarre the Heart Demon Flute was, in his hands, it was merely a 'chicken rib'—something to look at but not truly use.

However, Yang Haoran didn't completely negate the Heart Demon Flute's value because of this. Given his personality, it would be one thing if he hadn't obtained such a treasure of the Demon Cult, but since he had, he would naturally make it realize its inherent value. As for how to do so, he would certainly find a way.

After examining the Heart Demon Flute for a short while, Yang Haoran smilingly put it away into his spatial storage. Immediately after, he forcibly condensed Wan Wu Yi's soul and extracted it from the corpse. Finally, he tore through space, leaving the Ancient Demon Palace. Before entering the spatial rift, he threw out two fire talismans: one landed on Wan Wu Yi's headless corpse, and the other stuck to Wan Wu Yi's head.

By the time the fire talismans burned, Yang Haoran had already entered the spatial rift, and the rift quickly closed. When he emerged from the spatial rift, he had returned to the Death God Temple where Xiang Chuan and the others were located.

Yang Haoran's return immediately ignited a burst of cheers within the Death God Temple, for Wan Wu Yi's death had made their Underworld Office the ultimate victor of this great battle!