Chapter 139: Brother Liang, One for You, One for Me
Boom–
Crackling–
The constant sounds of cracking air and shattering rock slabs echoed. In the martial arts field northwest of Chilong Mansion, a white-haired old man with face tattoos sat cross-legged, gritting his teeth as he observed a seductive figure in a bamboo hat fifty feet away.
“Why?!!”
Wu Chengzhou’s voice expressed confusion, anger, and disbelief.
The man in the bamboo hat shifted two steps to the right, and in the next moment, countless blood-red spikes unexpectedly emerged from the ground where he had stepped.
“Why can’t I hit!!!”
After another questioning shout from Wu Chengzhou, the man in the bamboo hat performed sword-like gestures, manipulating spiritual energy.
Boom–
Instantly, a lightning bolt struck Wu Chengzhou’s protective spirit shield, leaving only a palm-sized crack. Wu Chengzhou quickly infused spiritual energy to restore the shield, then glared and gestured with his hand.
“Die for me!!”
However, when he raised his hand, the man in the bamboo hat swiftly moved ten feet forward.
Boom–
Countless illusory black voids appeared in the sky, and blood-colored chains shot out, creating a three-foot-deep pit where he had just stood. Next, the man in the bamboo hat summoned another thunder spell, hitting Wu Chengzhou’s spirit shield, restored by Wu Chengzhou’s infusion of spiritual energy.
Liang Zhu, with many years of experience, found himself in a unique situation, unable to comprehend the unpredictable moves of the demonic cultivator. This playful exchange lacked deceitful tactics or a grand collision of spiritual energy. It was a game of “you move, I move,” resembling a chess match with rules favoring one side.
Wu Chengzhou could make numerous mistakes, while a single error could cost his life. However, he was confident in avoiding mistakes, drawing on his experience from assassination missions in the Seven Killing Sect. Dodging Wu Chengzhou’s attacks seemed effortless, and he couldn’t help but think that Ye Anping was extraordinary, almost supernatural.
Liang Zhu, feeling frustrated, glanced at Wu Chengzhou, recognizing the challenge. A cultivator specializing in formations might lack front-facing strength, but this demon cultivator’s Qi sea was undeniably potent.
Considering the potential endlessness of the battle, Liang Zhu pondered whether to take a risk and try a swift resolution. Ultimately, he decided against it, realizing he didn’t need to risk his life for Ye Anping.
“Forget it, I’ll wait for Lao Liu to handle it himself. I’ll just endure.”
He then cast another small spell on Wu Chengzhou’s protective spirit shield.
Boom–
…
At the same time, about eight hundred feet away, on the rooftop of a three-story attic, three cultivators wearing bamboo hats watched Liang Zhu’s dance in the martial arts field with expressions of disbelief.
Feng Yudie, carried on Pei Lianxue’s shoulders, was stunned momentarily and looked at Ye Anping beside her, asking, “Young Master Ye… what is he doing?”
“Fighting,” replied Ye Anping.
“…”
Ye Anping felt a bit speechless. When he brought Liang Zhu over, he was worried. Although they had practiced together for an afternoon, Liang Zhu could have been seriously injured if he made a mistake. However, Liang Zhu’s clothes and bamboo hat were intact, indicating that he was skillfully evading Wu Chengzhou’s attacks.
Liang Zhu had been dancing fifty feet from Wu Chengzhou, never stepping within the dangerous range of the overlapping killing formations set up by Wu Chengzhou. The closer one got, the faster the killing formations activated, making evading difficult.
Wu Chengzhou’s strategy was to consume Liang Zhu’s energy, and if Liang Zhu made a mistake, Wu Chengzhou could self-destruct, potentially causing Liang Zhu’s death.
“Shouldn’t we help?” Feng Yudie asked.
Ye Anping glanced at her and asked, “Do you want to go in and dance?”
“No…” Feng Yudie shook her head, “Then what should we do?”
“Wait, Wu Chengzhou is about to go crazy.”
As Wu Chengzhou’s frustration grew, Liang Zhu became more irritated. The old man’s murmurs only added to Liang Zhu’s annoyance.
“Shut up, you old fart,” Liang Zhu snapped.
“Why, why, why…” Wu Chengzhou continued to murmur.
Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Wu Chengzhou, Liang Zhu felt a sense of unease. He continued dodging the blood blades while looking for an opportunity to retreat. Just as he pushed back five steps, suddenly…
Boom—A burst of red light shot into the sky.
In an instant, the pitted ground of the martial arts training ground twisted as if it had turned into a tsunami. Countless tentacles resembling skinned octopuses emerged from the ground and attacked Liang Zhu overwhelmingly. The smell of blood instantly filled the entire training ground.
Liang Zhu’s eyes widened with horror.
“What?” He exclaimed.
Ye Anping had never informed him about this move. No matter how he looked at it, it was not something that he could dodge by just twisting. However, he quickly regained his composure. Immediately, he took out a stone bowl from his storage bag and threw it into the sky, forming a dharma seal with his hands like sword fingers.
Dong Dong— The sound of a bell echoed through the surroundings. The stone bowl thrown into the sky by Liang Zhu instantly enlarged a hundredfold, displaying a dazzling golden light on its surface. It descended, trapping Liang Zhu inside.
The next moment, the tentacles resembling skinned octopuses repeatedly collided with the bowl’s arms, but they couldn’t budge the stone bowl.
“Why!!! You kid!!! Ahhhh-!” Wu Chengzhou, sitting at the center of the martial arts training ground, bit a few teeth in his mouth to pieces and was then entwined and tightened by countless tentacles.
A gaping mouth emerged from the ground in the following moment, swallowing Wu Chengzhou and all the creatures and structures within a hundred feet of him. It then sank into the ground and dissipated. After the mouth disappeared, the martial arts training ground had loose soil and a golden stone bowl.
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