"I will make you wish you were dead!"
The voice was like thunder shaking the heavens, vast and mighty.
Even though the voice sounded like it was coming from a considerable distance, its sheer Montum was enough to make many powerhouses' legs turn to jelly.
Hong Yu's movent faltered for a mont, causing his trajectory to stray and miss piercing Hua Feihua's heart.
Of course, the strike did not miss entirely!
"PSH!"
Hong Yu's spear shot past. A flash of silver light, a spray of crimson, and it had pierced through Hua Feihua's shoulder.
"AARGH!"
Hua Feihua scread and collapsed to the ground.
He was like a turtle.
When he had his shell—that is, when his Spiritual Attacks were effective—he feared not even a Late Stage Earth Soul Realm Powerhouse. But if his Spiritual Attacks failed, he was a turtle without a shell, his soft body exposed for anyone to crush.
This illustrated a simple truth: the heavens are fair.
It had blessed Hua Feihua with a talent for Spiritual Attacks, but left his Martial Dao aptitude diocre.
If a person were perfect in every aspect, such a being would be a Demon Fiend!
"Bastard! I have revealed myself, and yet you still dare to strike?" The owner of the voice from the depths of Liger Ravine was clearly enraged, his roars unending.
"WHOOSH!"
A black figure shot out from within Liger Ravine.
He was so fast that Hong Yu estimated that even his own Seven-Star Step at full power wouldn't match half his speed.
"BOOM!"
The figure leaped high into the air and landed heavily.
Where his feet touched down, a hundred-square-ter area of ground collapsed with a deafening BOOM, as if under an impossibly terrifying weight. Centered on the man's feet, a circular, crater-like pit now scarred the earth, a ghastly sight to behold.
The newcor wore a black Python Robe. His eyes burned like torches, and he was seething with a rage so intense it was as if his hair was standing on end. He stared at Hong Yu with the ferocity of a furious lion, his voice carrying a tallic timbre. "Good, very good. I told you to stop, yet you still dared to harm my Grand Commander. Boy, choose for yourself. How do you wish to die?"
The middle-aged man in the Python Robe spoke with an icy tone.
With his hands clasped behind his back, a sharp Montum washed over Hong Yu like a tsunami, suffocating him to the point he could barely breathe.
'What terrifying pressure. This person's strength must have reached the Late-stage Earth Soul Realm, perhaps even a single step away from the Peak.' Hong Yu's eyes narrowed.
The imnse pressure radiating from the middle-aged man made Hong Yu's bones CREAK, and even his heart skipped a beat.
An icy chill washed over him from head to toe.
An image from that day surfaced in Hong Yu's mind...
The day Hong Tiande had incapacitated him with a single glance!
That feeling of helplessness and confusion, of utter weakness, battered against Hong Yu's resolve.
'No, I am no longer the sa Hong Yu who could be slaughtered at will! No! No one will make submit...!'
Hong Yu roared internally.
"HUMMM!"
A clear stream flowed from his Star River Spirit Bone, calming Hong Yu's agitated mind. The negative effects of the middle-aged man's frigid gaze vanished along with it.
Hong Yu shuddered, returning to his normal state.
Neither servile nor overbearing, he t the middle-aged man's gaze. With a slight tremor in his arm, he lifted the Breaking Army Spear that had pierced Hua Feihua's shoulder, hoisting him high into the air.
Hua Feihua shrieked again and again. "Third Master, save ..."
"Hm?"
The man in the Python Robe was indeed the Third Master of the Mountain Opening Tiger Thief Gang.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised that a re Half-Step Earth Soul Realm brat like Hong Yu could ignore his oppressive Montum.
He then glanced at the struggling Hua Feihua, a flash of disgust in his eyes. "Useless thing. A Grand Commander and a Third Commander joining forces, yet you still end up in such a pathetic state at the hands of a Half-Step Earth Soul Realm kid."
"Th-Third Master... th-this kid is so strange. E-even my Spiritual Attacks are useless against him..."
Hua Feihua's face was twitching in pain as he tried to explain, on the verge of tears.
"A loss is a loss. Why so many excuses?"
The Third Master snorted coldly. He turned back to Hong Yu, his voice growing even colder, like a supre ruler looking down upon his subject. "Boy, I don't care who you are. If you want to live, release him right now. Imdiately. Cripple your own cultivation, sever an arm and a leg, and I might let you live. Otherwise, this Liger Ravine will be your grave."
The Third Master stood like a sharp sword piercing the heavens.
Just by standing there, waves of faint pressure emanated from him, an extrely terrifying aura locking onto Hong Yu's body.
At that mont, Hong Yu felt as if he'd been plunged into an ice cellar.
Streams of clear energy from the Star River Spirit Bone once again cald him.
His eyes flickering with cold fury, Hong Yu's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Cripple my cultivation and sever my limbs? Are you trying to insult my intelligence with your childishness?"
"You have so nerve, boy..."
The Third Master's expression darkened.
"BANG!"
The Third Master took a fierce step forward, and a powerful Qi Vortex erupted from beneath his foot, shooting toward the sky.
With a rumbling sound, a majestic, mountain-like pressure bore down on Hong Yu.
Hong Yu, holding the Breaking Army Spear, flung the Grand Commander high into the air, tossing him directly at the Third Master. The sharp Spear Aura sliced off half of the Grand Commander's shoulder, and he went stumbling away, screaming and dripping with blood.
Cold lightning flashed in the Third Master's eyes. "Useless trash. What's the point of keeping you alive?"
Without hesitation, he struck out with his palm.
Surging, sharp, pale gold Power of Primordial Spirit coalesced in the void, forming a translucent, golden palm of light.
The palm of light was a full five zhang in size.
A turbulent, surging energy flowed across its surface, and one could faintly see the intricate patterns and regular markings ford by the Power of Primordial Spirit. This palm strike seed ordinary, but it was in fact a move from a Mortal-Level Martial Skill that Three Copper Peaks had mastered—the Golden Light Hand Seal!
The Hand Seal crossed the sky, its light so brilliant it seed to illuminate all of Jiuzhou.
"POW!"
The Grand Commander's face was a mask of terror as the Golden Light Hand Seal crushed him, causing him to explode into a mist of blood that filled the sky.
'This guy is ruthless, killing his own subordinate without a second thought. It seems I'll have to be extrely careful when I face him!' Hong Yu frowned, his expression grim.
The hand gripping his Breaking Army Spear grew slick with a fine layer of sweat.
"Hmph. Boy, even if you kneel and kowtow now, don't even think I will spare you!" the Third Master snorted, raising his hand once more.
A sharp, golden light surged faintly in his palm. The vast and piercing golden brilliance condensed into a spherical ball of light.
The orb was about the size of a baby's head, glittering with brilliant golden light. Arcs of golden energy snaked across its surface like electric eels, emitting an energetic TZZT-TZZT sound.
"Thunderous Eight Desolates!"
The Third Master let out a low growl.
The golden orb in his hand suddenly shot out, like a Dragon Pearl spat from the mouth of a great dragon.
Wherever the golden ball of lightning passed, the void trembled. It left a long trail of golden light as it charged toward Hong Yu.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The golden ball of lightning erupted with terrifying, suffocating waves of power. It left a deep trench in its wake, more than half a ter wide and of unknown length. Earth was churned up and rocks flew as it tore a ghastly wound across the land. The horrifying energy waves it emitted even sent any powerhouses in its path flying backward.
Sharp arcs of golden energy lashed their bodies, erupting with a series of POPS. They were covered in grueso, bloody wounds, dying with everlasting regret.
The aftershocks alone were this terrifying.
Could Hong Yu possibly withstand such an attack?
'This Thunderous Eight Desolates is terrifying. With my current strength, I can't block it head-on. The only way is to redirect it...'
A thousand thoughts flashed through Hong Yu's mind in an instant.
The cyan pupil of his left eye flickered with a faint green light, analyzing the attack path of the Thunderous Eight Desolates.
'Now!'
Hong Yu's cyan eye suddenly focused, seizing upon a fleeting weakness.
He executed the Seven-Star Step, his body becoming as slippery as an eel in water.
Just as he was about to collide with the golden ball of lightning, Hong Yu abruptly halted. His five fingers tightened around his Breaking Army Spear, and he swept it out. He stirred up a fierce whirlwind of energy, then spun his body. As he turned, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within him flowed freely, spreading throughout his entire fra.
A faint layer of red energy light covered his body.
"TSSS-TSSS!"
Arcs of lightning scattering from the golden ball struck him, weakening the red energy on his body's surface. Fortunately, his Seven Great Vortices operated at full power and managed to maintain stability.
The Breaking Army Spear slapped against the golden ball of lightning, following the montum.
"BANG!"
A powerful explosive force instantly spread through his body. Hong Yu was thrown back, flying a full fifty or sixty ters, his internal organs suffering a violent shock.
A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a startling trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The violent energy continued to rage inside him. Luckily, his Seven Great Vortices worked at full capacity and finally managed to neutralize the rampant power.
At the sa ti, the golden ball of lightning had its trajectory slightly altered by Hong Yu's strike.
"WHOOSH!"
The golden ball of lightning transford into a blinding golden streak and shot toward a hundred-ter-tall mountain peak not far away.
"BOOM!"
A terrifying light, as blinding as the scorching sun, erupted from the mountain peak.
The earth began to tremble in its wake. Huge boulders fell from the peak, and the entire hundred-ter-tall mountain collapsed with a deafening roar. It kicked up a swirling pillar of smoke and dust that, from a distance, resembled a ferocious Ancient Beast made of dust.
'So this is the true power of a Mortal-Level Martial Skill...'
Hong Yu's eyes widened in amazent.
Only by truly breaking through to the Earth Soul Realm and mastering the Power of Primordial Spirit could one unleash the truly transcendent might of a Mortal-Level Martial Skill!
"Hm? You actually managed to dodge that. Hmph, let's see how you handle this next one!"
The Third Master's gaze darkened. His body moved like a nimble Spiritual Ape, leaving a string of afterimages as he appeared before Hong Yu. He struck out with his palm from a distance. This ti, Hong Yu could not evade and had to brace himself, raising his Breaking Army Spear to block his chest. A massive Palm Seal slamd into him, sending him flying backward.
His clothes were blasted apart by the surging Palm Force.
"Jie jie, little one, ti to die!"
The Third Master's features contorted into a chilling, sinister sneer. He ford his fingers into a claw, condensing a dark and terrifying Netherworld Ghost Claw that shot through the air, aiming for Hong Yu's head.
It seed the Netherworld Ghost Claw was unstoppable, about to crush his head.
In the nick of ti, a cold voice suddenly called out from outside Liger Ravine. It traveled from far to near, carrying with it a frighteningly powerful ripple of energy...
"Villain, cease your rampage!"
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