Chapter 893
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Chapter 893: Take Action!
Su Yi leaped from a low altitude, charging directly toward Yang Chuan. His aura was overwhelming and destructive, his eyes burning with a murderous intent.
“Oh no, this guy intends to kill me!”
Yang Chuan felt the deadly intent emanating from Su Yi. The shock of seeing two powerful Yuan Void Realm experts killed instantly left him trembling in fear. Reacting instinctively, he drew his bow with all his might and fired an arrow. It was an automatic defense mechanism. The arrow sped through the air, full of power.
“Buzz!”
This arrow felt different—more powerful than the previous three. It seemed to be Yang Chuan’s final trump card, a move he had invested all his energy in.
As it flew, golden light exploded around it, accompanied by a thunderous sound.
From that light emerged the shadow of a golden beast, barreling toward Su Yi.
Yang Chuan’s face went pale. It appeared this was the last of his strength, a final effort.
“Such a powerful weapon—could it be a Dao Tool?”
Su Yi’s descent slowed, his movements slightly hindered. Yang Chuan’s cultivation was no small matter; he was at the fourth level of the Yuan True Realm, much like Nanan Ruyu. However, their combat capabilities were worlds apart.
At his age, Yang Chuan might be at the same level as Nanan Ruyu, but his talent was incomparable—like day and night.
What truly caught Su Yi’s attention was the curved bow in Yang Chuan’s hands. It was of extraordinary quality. The power behind the arrow sent a shiver down Su Yi’s spine. He realized that even other cultivators of the same level, apart from those like Nanan Ruyu, might find it difficult to withstand such an attack.
In a flash, Su Yi leapt into the air, drawing a knife from behind with a swift backhand motion. In an instant, he slashed downward.
“Ahh…”
The blade sliced through the air with incredible speed, creating a fiery storm in its wake. A streak of red lightning erupted from it.
Amidst the dazzling blade light, a faint image of a Red Dragon seemed to appear, its energy sharp and fierce. It surged forward, its trajectory aiming directly at the golden beast-shaped phantom formed by the arrow.
The blade’s aura blazed like a star, and for a moment, it clashed with the golden arrow. The golden light shattered like fragile tofu.
The arrow continued its flight, but its tip collided with the blade. There was a blinding flash of light, and the clash of metal rang through the air.
“Clang, clang!”
Sparks erupted from Su Yi’s sword, which was struck by the arrow, leaving a small dent. However, the arrow’s momentum was completely halted, and it fell, its energy dispersed.
Su Yi paused briefly in midair, then resumed his dive, stomping his foot downward.
“Sizzle!”
Not far away, Xi Wuqing’s figure reappeared, placing himself between the old man in the yellow robe and the impending danger. His eyes were cold as he slapped his palm out.
The old man in the yellow robe was stunned. What appeared to be a simple slap trapped him in an inescapable bind. The surrounding space froze, and an immense force of spatial confinement surged towards him.
“Help, Elder Huang, help!”
Yang Chuan’s desperate cry for help echoed in the distance.
“Ignorant fool, not knowing your limits, now it’s too late…”
The old man in the yellow robe’s eyes glazed over. He had no time to worry about Yang Chuan now. He could feel death closing in on him.
Finally, the old man realized the truth: the black-robed figure before him was no ordinary cultivator. He was a Yuan Emperor Realm expert. Yang Chuan’s arrogance and disregard had dragged them both into this deadly situation.
In a panic, the old man in the yellow robe raised his defenses, enveloping himself in a shield of energy, readying himself for the impending strike.
“Bang!”
A deafening rumble filled the air as the old man in the yellow robe was sent crashing by a powerful punch. There was a crack from his fist, and a surge of force flowed through him, making him vomit blood as his energy shattered.
A palm print landed on him, and the energy shield he had conjured shattered like glass.
“I’m finished!”
The old man in the yellow robe’s face turned ashen. He realized he was no match for someone of such power. Yang Chuan had provoked a foe they couldn’t hope to overcome, and now it would cost him dearly.
“Hiss…”
A terrifying aura spread, and just when the old man thought he was done for, several sealing handprints shot toward him like lightning, imprisoning him in place.
A powerful aura surged as a footstep fell from above, expanding rapidly in Yang Chuan’s vision.
In that moment, as Yang Chuan looked at the young man, he could no longer see him as a mere child. A brilliant light radiated from him, and it was clear he was a prodigy of unmatched strength.
The surrounding aura intensified, as if the young man were a war god. With his disheveled black hair, he radiated power that could sweep all before him!
Yang Chuan froze in fear, his legs buckling under the weight of the presence before him. He could not summon any strength. His heart raced as a chill spread through him.
“Elder Huang, save me! Please, save me!”
Yang Chuan screamed in terror as his energy surged, abandoning all caution as he tried to retreat in desperation.
With death at his doorstep, Yang Chuan summoned all his strength and speed. He dodged Su Yi’s incoming foot and leapt several steps backward.
“Boom!”
However, his efforts were in vain. Su Yi’s stomp caused the ground to shake as a vortex of energy erupted, creating a storm that shook the earth. The air howled, and cracks like spider webs spread across the ground.
Where Su Yi’s foot landed, the earth’s energy rippled outward, sweeping across the terrain and impacting Yang Chuan, who had barely managed to evade.
“Bang!”
Yang Chuan, who had just avoided the blow, was caught by the energy. The force rippled through the ground, sending tremors through his body. Nearby rocks exploded into dust.
“Roarrrr…”
The Black-scaled Demon Eagle and the Eight-winged Black Python collapsed, trembling under the immense pressure, their very souls shaking with fear.
“Puh…”
Yang Chuan coughed up blood, feeling as though his insides were being crushed.
A dark figure appeared behind him, moving with terrifying speed. The sensation of an overwhelming power surged through him, and he felt a cold chill rise from deep within his soul.
“Bang!”
A crushing force hit him from behind. In an instant, Yang Chuan felt his bones snap, and his internal organs were torn apart.
It was at this moment that Yang Chuan truly understood. The person riding the Wolf-headed Demon Bat and Dark Golden Demon Falcon was no mere mortal.
He was someone far beyond his reach—someone he should never have crossed paths with. But it was already too late for regret.
