Chapter 169: Cloud-Piercing Hand
Chapter 169: Cloud-Piercing Hand
Cheng Lingyu observed coldly, “So this is your Immortal Soul—the Blue Crystal Fire Scorpion?”
Yan Lingfeng sneered, “Test it yourself.”
The massive cave heaven crashed down like a falling boulder, its momentum earth-shattering, radiating overwhelming power.
Cheng Lingyu stood motionless. The formation beneath his feet shifted rapidly as lightning erupted from the ground, coalescing into a towering light beam that instantly connected with the descending cave heaven.
The cave heaven weighed like mountains while the lightning tore through the void. Both forces locked in brief equilibrium.
Suddenly, the Blue Crystal Fire Scorpion within the cave heaven struck—its venomous stinger plunging downward with a devastating psychic assault.
Within Cheng Lingyu’s eyes flickered a seven-layered octagonal pagoda, manifestation of the Glowing Star Seven-Colored Source in his sea of consciousness. It effortlessly repelled the scorpion’s attack.
The cave heaven recoiled, leaving Yan Lingfeng’s assault fruitless once more.
Hovering mid-air, Yan Lingfeng’s handsome features darkened. “You carry an Immortal Soul’s presence too.”
Cheng Lingyu countered, “Does it concern you? Still hoarding your ninth cave heaven for later?”
Rippling light swirled around Cheng Lingyu, shapeshifting endlessly.
Yan Lingfeng’s face tightened. “I’ve underestimated you. Witness my Ninth Cave Heaven then!”
A dreadful energy erupted as the ninth cave heaven materialized, exuding dominion over the heavens.
“Nine Cave Heavens! Only unparalleled geniuses achieve this!”
“Cultivators reaching nine cave heavens are rarer than phoenix feathers! Such talent will shake the Nine Provinces!”
The crowd buzzed with awe at Yan Lingfeng’s cultivation level.
Fang Ruohua snorted, “Nothing special. Cheng Lingyu could crush him without even using cave heavens.”
Mu Hua grimaced, “This won’t be simple.”
Spectators murmured excitedly as the battle intensified.
Upon the Battle Platform, Yan Lingfeng’s combat strength multiplied tenfold with his ninth cave heaven, crushing the void itself with invisible pressure.
Cheng Lingyu watched impassively, his calm demeanor infuriating onlookers.
“A night-blooming cereus’ flash,” Cheng Lingyu murmured pityingly.
Yan Lingfeng spat through gritted teeth, “Save your mockery till victory!”
His world-splitting kick shattered the void—yet Cheng Lingyu didn’t budge, hands clasped behind his back, lips curled coldly.
As the attack neared, Cheng Lingyu’s shimmering light waves solidified into cloud-like barriers. The collision detonated cataclysmic explosions, divine might shredding time and space.
“Bastard!” Yan Lingfeng cursed, hurled skyward only to be smashed down by a colossal lightning strike.
Before he hit ground, a deadly formation activated beneath him, blades of annihilation spiraling upward.
“Deadly formation, damn it!”
Yan Lingfeng roared, channeling all his power to activate the Nine Cave Heavens. He violently tore through the surrounding deadly formation, bursting free—though his disheveled appearance betrayed his struggle.
“Five moves remain.”
The terse reminder cut like a blade.
Yan Lingfeng’s eyes blazed with fury, his earlier Arrogance erased.
“Nine Chains!”
With a deafening shout, he unleashed his sixth attack. The Nine Cave Heavens expanded abruptly, each resembling a hundred-zhang peak, crashing toward Cheng Lingyu in sequence.
Simple yet devastating, the attack carried Yan Lingfeng’s full wrath.
Cheng Lingyu stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back. His head tilted slightly upward, gaze cold and silent as if questioning the heavens.
Around him, formations coalesced—one, two, three, five, ten—merging into a Composite Formation. A supergravity field erupted, multiplying gravitational force from a hundredfold to three hundred, five hundred, then a thousandfold.
The descending Cave Heavens jerked downward, slamming into the ground with earth-shaking force, pinned by the immense gravity.
Yan Lingfeng swayed, face pale as though seeing a ghost. Never had anyone at the same Realm restrained an opponent’s Cave Heavens.
Spectators gaped in stunned silence. Cheng Lingyu had done the impossible.
“Rise!”
Yan Lingfeng bellowed, veins bulging as he strained to free his Cave Heavens. They shuddered violently but remained trapped.
Blood sprayed from Yan Lingfeng’s lips as he staggered, injured.
“Triple Soul Slash!”
Three martial souls materialized within his Cave Heavens, launching a Spiritual Attack.
“Seventh move,” Cheng Lingyu remarked coolly. His eyes flickered with a soul sword’s light, shattering the assault effortlessly.
“Five Soul Annihilation!”
Yan Lingfeng roared, murderous intent blazing as he attacked anew.
“Eighth move.” Cheng Lingyu remained still, unflinching.
Breathless silence gripped the crowd. After ten moves, Cheng Lingyu could counterattack—and Yan Lingfeng would face catastrophe.
Light ribbons coiled around the grounded Cave Heavens, etching formations onto their surfaces. Gasps erupted—was Cheng Lingyu attempting to steal Yan Lingfeng’s Nine Cave Heavens? Madness.
“Nine Souls Shadow Transformation!”
Yan Lingfeng roared, no longer holding back as he unleashed his fiercest attack.
“Look! He’s using Shadow Transformation at the cave heaven stage! A true genius!”
Many disciples watching were surprised. Yan Lingfeng was formidable. If not overshadowed by Cheng Lingyu, he would have dominated these matches.
Nine Martial Souls erupted from his cave heaven. Their ethereal figures solidified, radiating terrifying divine might.
The void trembled as mountain-like pressure crushed Cheng Lingyu—an effect of the Shadow Transformation.
The nine Martial Souls formed a coordinated attack formation, led by the Immortal Soul Blue Crystal Fire Scorpion, charging at Cheng Lingyu.
Cheng Lingyu’s Dreamy Magic Eyes activated, his gaze swirling like hypnotic vortexes.
Yan Lingfeng’s nine souls targeted Cheng Lingyu’s forehead, aiming to breach his sea of consciousness and destroy his soul.
Such attacks were perilous—a single mistake meant soul annihilation, far deadlier than physical harm.
Cheng Lingyu’s dreamlike eyes shattered the formation. One by one, he obliterated and absorbed eight souls, sparing only the Immortal Soul.
Yan Lingfeng howled. His nine souls’ defenses, impervious to ordinary attacks, crumbled before the Dreamy Magic Eyes.
“I’ll kill you, Cheng Lingyu!” His roar echoed with hatred.
“Ninth move.”
Only one chance remained.
The crowd held its breath, watching the calm youth staring skyward—detached from worldly strife.
Yan Lingfeng hovered midair, rage replacing his former arrogance.
“You won’t win! Cloud-Piercing Hand!”
In his final moment, Yan Lingfeng revealed his ultimate skill. His right arm blazed with light, strange patterns glowing as it phased through reality.
This technique could snatch spirit beasts across vast distances, ignoring time and space. Even Spirit Martial Realm experts coveted it.
Now unleashed on the Lou Ri Battle Platform.
Yan Lingfeng’s arm tore through the void, seizing Cheng Lingyu.
The divine might shook the Nine Provinces.
Disciples on both platforms gaped. Fang Ruohua, Mu Hua, Qu Wei, Lan Xiaozhu, and Song Xuejiao watched anxiously.
Cheng Lingyu’s eyes flickered. Silver and purple-gold energy surged, forming a seven-layered octagonal pagoda around him.
Defensive formations activated, yet the Cloud-Piercing Hand bypassed them all, ignoring the supergravity field to grip Cheng Lingyu.
A disciple screamed. Feixing Ridge’s crowd cheered for Yan Lingfeng’s victory. Fallen God Ridge’s disciples paled.
“Tenth move.”
The calm declaration stunned everyone.