In the next instant, Byron Bi found himself standing in a world of metal.
The two-hundredfold gravity was gone, and the endless wind blades had vanished as well.
But he didn’t dare relax for even a moment; instead, a sense of unease crept into his heart. Sure enough, in the very next second—
"Boom! Boom!"
The ground shook as a metal giant over twenty zhang tall appeared before him.
"Bang!"
The metal giant swung its fist at him, and Byron Bi released a silver seal to block the attack.
The silver seal collided with the metal giant’s fist, producing a thunderous boom. The metal giant was sent flying, but it didn’t break apart.
Seeing this, Byron Bi’s expression turned grim—this metal giant actually possessed early Nascent Divinity strength.
If there were only one metal giant, it wouldn’t be a problem—but if they appeared in numbers like the sand giants before, even at his peak he’d be forced to kneel. Let alone now, with barely twenty percent of his zhenyuan left.
Outside the array, the spectators all stared at Ian Song in shock, realizing the same problem—just how many metal giants could there be?
Metal giants with early Nascent Divinity strength weren’t easy to create. In this time, Ian Song had burned through a massive amount of top-grade spirit crystals just to produce...
The next moment, the metal giant that had been knocked flying scrambled back to its feet and charged at Byron Bi again.
At the same time, the thing Byron Bi had been dreading happened—three more metal giants appeared from three other directions.
Even with all four metal giants attacking together, they still couldn’t injure him.
But then, the number of metal giants increased again.
When the number rose to eight, Byron Bi’s face grew noticeably darker.
When it reached sixteen, his complexion began to pale.
When the count hit thirty-two, despair flooded his heart. At that moment, he pulled out a dragon-eye-sized pill from his Storage Ring and swallowed it. This pill was called the Heaven-Spirit Pill—he’d spent a fortune to acquire it. Once taken, it could rapidly restore sixty percent of his zhenyuan and bring him back to peak strength within half an hour.
The Heaven-Spirit Pill was precious, but he had no choice—otherwise, he’d be smashed to bits by thirty metal giants.
As for the group of Nascent Divinity experts watching outside, their gazes toward Ian Song were now tinged with fear and awe—especially the three late Nascent Divinity ones, who silently thanked their luck for not challenging Ian Song like Byron Bi had.
The thirty-two metal giants didn’t know any dao arts, nor did they have magic treasures. All they had was overwhelming strength and incredible defense.
"Crack! Crack!"
After taking the pill, Byron Bi erupted in power, smashing three metal giants to pieces in quick succession with his silver seal.
But before he could even show a hint of joy, another thirty metal giants appeared.
For a moment, Byron Bi was nearly in tears—this was just bullying.
Faced with these death-defying metal giants, Byron Bi could only desperately drive his magic treasure, smashing them apart again and again. The zhenyuan he’d just recovered to sixty percent was rapidly drained, and after barely fifteen minutes, he was down to just twenty percent.
By then, the number of metal giants had already surpassed a hundred.
With over a hundred early Nascent Divinity giants attacking without regard for their own lives, even a Fusion-stage expert would have to kneel—no one would dare take them head-on.
So after barely holding out for fifteen minutes, Byron Bi had no choice but to surrender. His zhenyuan was down to just five percent, and if he didn’t give up now, he was sure those metal giants would smash him to pieces.
Ian Song formed a seal, and all the metal giants vanished. At the same time, the array retracted and the formation disk dropped into his hand.
"Young Master Song, your formation is truly formidable—I admit defeat, wholeheartedly!"
Byron Bi lowered his head, posture extremely humble.
"Since you lost, let’s proceed as agreed." Ian Song said coldly, showing no intention of sparing him just because he’d lowered his stance.
Byron Bi suddenly looked up, staring at Ian Song in disbelief—was this kid really going to make him sever both arms?
"What’s wrong, Senior Bi? Are you unwilling to honor our wager?" Ian Song’s expression grew even colder.
Hearing this, Byron Bi was furious, but he knew now wasn’t the time to lose his temper. He could only lower his voice and plead: "Young Master Song, it was this old fool who looked down on you—could you spare me just this once, for the Fourth Prince’s sake?"
Ian Song ignored Byron Bi and turned to Victor Li. "Your Highness, what do you think?"
"A bet is a bet—you have to accept the outcome."
Victor Li didn’t even spare Byron Bi a glance, his tone indifferent. It was all Byron Bi’s own doing—he had no one else to blame.
Hearing Victor Li’s words, Byron Bi was utterly hopeless. He glared at Ian Song with a touch of venom in his eyes. "Young Master Song, as the saying goes, leave room for others—so you can meet again in the future. If you call off the wager, I’m willing to compensate you with something else. How about a sixth-grade spirit artifact?"
Ian Song sneered, "Let me ask you—if I’d lost, would you have let me off the hook?"
At Ian Song’s words, Byron Bi’s face went deathly pale and he stepped back. "Young Master Song, are you really going to drive this old man to ruin?"
"You brought this on yourself—who else can you blame?" Ian Song replied coldly.
"Hahaha!"
Byron Bi’s laughter was full of sorrow. "I’ve served in the Fourth Prince’s residence for centuries, and this is how it ends. The new always replaces the old... If that’s how it is..."
His voice suddenly grew chilling: "Go to hell!"
Boom!
A silver seal appeared in midair, instantly swelling to the size of a mountain, crashing down toward Ian Song’s head.
"You bastard, how dare you!"
Seeing this, Bada flew into a rage, soared into the sky, and punched at the silver seal.
Bang!
The silver seal was knocked aside, and Bada was sent crashing to the ground from the force. Byron Bi took the chance to transform into a stream of light and flee.
"Seize him!"
Victor Li was furious too—he hadn’t expected Byron Bi to try and kill Ian Song.
"No need, I’ll handle it myself!"
Shiiing!
With a thunderous sword cry, Ian Song fused with his sword, transforming into a blood-red sword light that instantly caught up to Byron Bi.
Blood-red sword light filled the sky, followed by a wretched, agonized scream.
Heaven-Splitting Sword Art, Fourth Move—Bloodstain!
A corpse plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground.
Whoosh!
Ian Song’s figure reappeared where he’d started, but he was swaying—his last move, Bloodstain, had drained all his zhenyuan, leaving him weak for the moment.
"Are you alright, Young Master?" Xiaoyu Qin rushed over to support him.
"I’m fine—just a bit drained."
Bada flashed over, carrying Byron Bi’s body. There was a thin sword wound between his brows; his body was just an empty shell, his soul completely annihilated.
One sword to destroy a late Nascent Divinity!
For a moment, Bada’s gaze toward Ian Song was complicated. As for the others, seeing Byron Bi’s corpse made them shudder—a dignified late Nascent Divinity, slain by a mid-stage Soul Departure with a single sword strike.
A mid-stage Soul Departure slaying a late Nascent Divinity with one sword—no one would have believed it before. But now, they did, and their awe for the pale, weakened youth only deepened.