Chapter 117: Eradication
Chapter 117: Eradication
Cheng Lingyu held back, wary of two individuals—Yu Feilong and Hua Yuehong.
Martial souls manifested with overwhelming force. Massive soul shadows clashed with soul swords mid-air, drawing all eyes.
“Never expected this brat to master spiritual energy to such a degree.”
Yu Feilong burned with jealousy, while Hua Yuehong remained silent, her face shadowed by a hint of indescribable loss.
Lan Xiaozhu surveyed the scene, pride glowing in her smile.
Pressed by countless experts, Cheng Lingyu stood firm, his defiance blazing through every move. His unshakable composure dwarfed all others.
Eyes gleaming with bestial ferocity, Cheng Lingyu unleashed volleys of soul swords that sliced through the air in lethal patterns.
“No! Damn you—”
A cultivator’s furious roar cut short as his martial soul shattered.
Like an unstoppable curse, the slaughter spiraled. Soul swords felled martial souls one after another, cultivators collapsing lifelessly beneath Cheng Lingyu’s onslaught.
“Retreat! This monster’s unstoppable!”
Panicked cultivators scrambled backward.
Cheng Lingyu’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he retorted, “You charged at me with such fervor. Leaving so soon seems… rude.”
His figure blurred. Releasing Lan Xiaozhu, he became a whirlwind of death among fleeing foes.
Sword light shredded the void, metallic screeches echoing like tidal waves. Butterflies materialized everywhere as soul swords weaved through the sky—a devastating web of Formation Martial Arts.
“Bastard! We spared you, yet you bite the hand? Think us cowards?”
Fuming cultivators bellowed.
Outrageous! A mere True Martial Realm youth surrounded by a hundred Soul Martial experts—not only refusing flight but forbidding others from retreating!
“Since entering Guishun Valley, you’ve hunted me like prey. Regrets surfacing now?”
Cheng Yu’s voice dripped glacial menace. Formation patterns shifted beneath his feet, merging combat with mystic arrays—his first public display of this unfathomably mystical fusion.
These high-level foes served as perfect whetstones. Unlike Duan Hong’s engraved formations, Cheng’s Heavenly Spirit Diagram blended disciplines. Now unleashing its first and second layers, his combat power skyrocketed with every evolving strike.
Teleportation arrays flashed, enabling lightning-quick repositioning rivaling top Movement Techniques. A five-layered gathering formation etched into his flesh pulsed like a cave heaven, fueling endless energy.
“Kill this vermin! United, we crush him!”
The mob seethed. Most experts, incensed by Cheng’s audacity, converged for the kill.
Lan Xiaozhu observed motionless, smile intact. Heavenly Palace experts stood aloof, disdaining joint efforts.
Against dozens, Cheng Lingyu’s Long Sword sang. Razor-edged sword light birthed butterflies dancing between life and death—a lethal waltz across the battlefield.
Cheng Lingyu stood amidst swirling streams of brilliance beneath his feet, chaotic yet mysteriously patterned.
His blade-sharp eyes pierced through the chaos as the Soul Cutting Technique swept across the battlefield, repeatedly clashing against martial souls and drawing furious howls from them.
The brutal battle raged on, Cheng Lingyu’s indomitable will contrasting with the growing pile of corpses around him.
“Use every trick! Kill him together!”
Deafening shouts echoed through the void as dozens of cultivators attacked frantically, using every technique and magical artifact they possessed.
Cheng Lingyu’s robes tore under the assault, revealing bronze skin that repelled incoming sword energy.
“What an exciting game with so many players! Let’s raise the stakes!”
His icy voice triggered five bloodcurdling screams – five Soul Martial Realm cultivators fell instantly.
The ground shimmered as intricate defensive formations materialized, shifting with Cheng Lingyu’s movements.
This was Di Xuan Yin – a supergravity field combining formations and cultivation, creating crushing restraints on enemies while leaving Cheng Lingyu unaffected.
Moving like a phantom, Cheng Lingyu merged Seven Butterfly Shadows with Soul Cutting Technique and Invasion of the Mind, becoming a demonic force slaughtering everything in his path.
Screams of terror filled the air as cultivators cracked under mental pressure, some begging for mercy through hysterical tears.
Cheng Lingyu remained unmoved, his rainbow-like sword energy showing no mercy.
“He’s gone crazy! Fight to the death!”
Desperate cultivators launched final suicidal attacks.
Cheng Lingyu’s indestructible body and Formation Martial Arts made him unstoppable. Even without deadly maneuvers, he reduced enemies to crying for their mothers in regret.
Gradually easing his attacks, Cheng Lingyu refined his techniques – achieving maximum impact with minimal effort while his five-layer gathering formation stockpiled stolen true essence.
Every enemy attack dissipated into the void, their energy harvested by his formation to swell his True Essence Sea.
Feigning exhaustion, Cheng Lingyu lured enemies into relentless assaults – precisely what he needed to break through to True Martial Realm, Seventh Level of the Thunder Stage.
Yu Feilong narrowed his eyes. “The rat has some tricks.”
Hua Yuehong observed, “His boldness mirrors Caiyun’s – charging forward without hesitation.”
“Foolish arrogance,” Yu Feilong sneered. “It’ll kill him.”
Silent Lan Xiaozhu watched, trusting Cheng Lingyu’s calculations despite knowing little of his methods.
After half an hour of stalemate against dozens of Soul Martial experts, Cheng Lingyu’s roar shook the sky as he ascended – converting accumulated power from True Martial Fifth Level and Sixth Realm into overwhelming combat strength.
The True Martial Seventh Level unleashed, his counterattack began.
Cheng Lingyu retracted Di Xuan Yin and dismantled the supergravity field, preparing for an all-out battle.
“The brat’s about to collapse! Everyone, push harder!”
Some mistakenly believed Cheng Lingyu had exhausted his strength.
Springing into motion, Cheng Lingyu swung his right arm. It instantly stretched ten zhang, smacking the shouting cultivator away.
His left leg then snapped forward, elongating twenty zhang to kick another cultivator into bloody mist.
“Damnation! He’s reached the True Martial Seventh Level!”
Mid-air, Cheng Lingyu twisted fluidly. His limbs stretched and retracted while executing unpredictable techniques, overwhelming all defenses.
“Chop off his limbs with weapons! Let’s see him survive that!”
Cultivators drew blades and launched renewed attacks.
Sword energy and blade flashes sparked against Cheng Lingyu’s limbs before being repelled. Even high-quality treasure artifacts failed to scratch him.
“Impossible! How’s a True Martial Realm cultivator immune to blades and spears?”
Desperate roars erupted from the crowd.
Yu Feilong and Hua Yuehong exchanged grim looks. Cheng Lingyu’s display stirred lethal intent within them – this growing threat had to be eliminated.
Like a fierce tiger pouncing, Cheng Lingyu unleashed Thousand Strikes. His legs blurred through thousands of kicks, layered attacks collapsing the sky and scattering foes.
Yu Feilong’s eyes narrowed. “That’s Divine Martial Sect’s Thousand Strikes! How does he know it?”
Hua Yuehong muttered, “We underestimated him. Letting him grow further would be disastrous…”
Ear-rending shrieks interrupted as Cheng Lingyu’s fists pulverized cultivators. Escaping martial souls were bisected by his soul sword – none survived.
“You all look tired. Let me grant you eternal rest.”
The icy taunt rang out as Cheng Lingyu became a slaughtering phantom. Veteran Soul Martial experts fell like wheat before a scythe.
Within moments, only seven Heavenly Palace experts remained standing among hundreds of corpses.
Cheng Lingyu stood unscathed, his torn clothes the only evidence of battle.
He grinned at Yu Feilong and Hua Yuehong – a smile blending mischief and danger.
Methodically, he looted storage rings from corpses. Without sect backing, this grim harvest remained his only way to gather resources.
Returning to Lan Xiaozhu, he retrieved fresh clothes from a storage ring and dressed with deliberate calm.