Chapter 165
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Chapter 165: The Crystal Tower Suppresses the Enemy
Zhen Huacheng suddenly spoke, and in that instant, his body seemed to grow half an inch taller. His robes exploded outward, revealing bulging muscles that pulsed with explosive power.
Clearly, his physical body had forcibly risen to a higher tier. A flicker of fire flashed in his eyes.
Ye Yun frowned slightly, sensing that Zhen Huacheng had become entirely different. His aura had shifted dramatically, and a dangerous tension hung in the air.
“Is this the true strength of a purple robe disciple?”
Zhen Huacheng’s transformation continued. His once-calm features twisted into something ferocious. Visible beneath his skin, streams of energy surged, leaving crimson marks like whip lashes across his torso—a gruesome sight.
Ye Yun’s frown deepened. A foreboding feeling told him that allowing Zhen Huacheng to complete his transformation would spell disaster.
He was never one to hesitate or underestimate foes. With a slight swing of the Purple Shadow Sword, purple light rippled outward, solidifying into a blade that shot straight toward Zhen Huacheng.
“Stop him!”
Even mid-transformation, Zhen Huacheng kept his eyes locked on Ye Yun. As the purple light flared, he barked a command, his voice guttural and bestial.
The two black robe disciples hesitated briefly before lunging forward. Light flashed in their hands as they unleashed their strongest attacks from both flanks.
Ye Yun let out a cold snort. The Purple Shadow Sword twisted slightly, carving a perfect circle of light around him. The ring expanded before splitting into two crescent arcs that slashed toward the disciples.
Their faces paled. At the peak of the third level of Qi refining, they instantly recognized the lethal force within those crescents—far beyond their ability to block.
But Ye Yun showed no mercy. Even a fourth-level Qi refining disciple would struggle to withstand this strike. The crescents sliced through their abdomens in a flash, then vanished.
The disciples froze, baffled that the attack had dissipated upon contact.
Ye Yun didn’t spare them a glance. A beam of light shot from his sword toward Zhen Huacheng.
“That attack… wasn’t so fearsome after all,” one disciple muttered.
They exchanged smirks and prepared to charge—only to stagger forward and collapse.
In their final moments, they saw their legs still standing while their torsos hit the ground. Agony erupted as blood pooled around them.
Ye Yun’s sword had cleaved them in two, the pain delayed by the blade’s speed.
Their vision dimmed, life draining away. Despair filled their eyes as they glimpsed Ye Yun casually swinging his sword toward Zhen Huacheng.
Slaying the two brought Ye Yun no relief. The looming danger only grew sharper.
He had to kill Zhen Huacheng—now.
Ye Yun’s expression hardened. The Purple Shadow Sword trembled as he summoned streams of light that coalesced into a massive purple heavenly sword, crashing downward.
“You dare kill my subordinates?!” Zhen Huacheng roared, palms thrusting upward. A shield of light erupted from his hands.
Boom!
The heavenly sword shattered against the barrier, both vanishing in a deafening blast.
Ye Yun halted his assault, hands clasped behind his back as the Purple Shadow Sword hovered beside him. Zhen Huacheng’s transformation was complete—attacking blindly now would be unwise.
Zhen Huacheng stood taller, muscles bulging, the crimson whip marks across his torso glaring like fresh wounds.
“I never thought you could push me this far. Truly unbelievable.” Zhen Huacheng stared at his ink-black hands.
“Seems Senior Brother Zhen’s cultivation has improved,” Ye Yun smiled faintly. “But was it worth twisting yourself into this half-human, half-ghost state for a sliver of progress?”
“Clever mouth! Today you’ll witness the true power of purple robe disciples and learn what Body Refinement Stage Six truly means.” Zhen Huacheng’s voice dripped with venom.
Body Refinement Stage Six!
Ye Yun’s brow twitched. He hadn’t expected Zhen Huacheng to reach Body Refinement Stage Six so quickly. This stage involved condensing true qi into liquid essence, multiplying its potency and enabling spiritual weapons to unleash full destructive force.
The early stages focused on basics – condensing qi, opening meridians, shaping energy, achieving fasting. Stage Five enhanced every blood cell, making practitioners kings among mortals. But only at Stage Six, when qi solidified into essence, could one kill invisibly with pure energy.
“Troublesome.” Ye Yun’s expression darkened. He’d killed Luo Wencheng before, but that was against an injured opponent who’d underestimated him and fallen prey to the Nine Hells Spirit Settling Mirror’s sealing power.
Now, revealing treasures like the mirror risked attracting greedy eyes at Tian Zhu Peak. Moreover, he hadn’t fully tested his own strength since reaching Qi refining stage. Zhen Huacheng made perfect practice fodder – if Ye Yun could survive.
Duan Chenfeng retreated, sweat-drenched. Both fighters exceeded his imagination. His earlier arrogance in provoking Zhen Huacheng now seemed suicidal.
Zhen Huacheng advanced like a predator, grinning at visions of crushing Ye Yun’s skull. “Crush your escape talisman. Buy yourself two extra days of life.”
Ye Yun chuckled. “After you’ve worked so hard to barely reach Stage Six? I’d be rude not to admire your efforts.”
“Then die!” Zhen Huacheng blurred forward, crossing ten zhang instantly. A war hammer materialized in his hands, true essence amplifying its strike to mountain-crushing force.
Ye Yun reacted instantly. Fire Flame Explosive Cloud erupted before him, flames licking the sky. Within the inferno pulsed Ice Spirit Soul Lock’s blue chill, freezing the air solid. Twin medium-grade spiritual weapons intertwined – fire attacking, ice defending.
The hammer blow slowed in frozen space yet still fell like a god’s wrath. Zhen Huacheng snarled through searing flames, ignoring the cold creeping up his arms to freeze his five internal organs.
Treasures! So many treasures! The purple long sword must be even better. Kill the boy, claim everything. Zhen Huacheng’s grin widened as true essence shielded him, hammer descending relentlessly.
Then he saw it.
Through the firelight shimmered a crystalline pagoda – one foot tall, impossibly perfect.
