Chapter 274: Heavenly Wolf Claw
Chapter 274: Heavenly Wolf Claw
Cheng Lingyu’s intention was clear—if the enemy wouldn’t make the first move, he would. Either way, this man wouldn’t leave alive.
Hu Yuer observed silently with a faint smile, noting how the blood shadows stood motionless like dutiful sentinels.
“Boy,” the man in black snarled, “I hadn’t even spoken when you rushed to die. Don’t blame me for crushing you.”
His eyes flashed open, releasing a crushing aura that physically hurled Cheng Lingyu backwards.
Hu Yuer’s flushed cheeks paled. “Blood Martial Third Level at peak. Impressive.”
Cheng Lingyu wiped his mouth calmly. “Naturally stronger than Lan Feng. How else would he reach here?”
In a flash, Cheng Lingyu activated Skywing Escape. His form blurred into translucent wings slicing through air as he struck—no time for names today. Yesterday’s prolonged fight with Lan Feng had served to engrave the Heavenly Spirit Diagram. Now speed mattered—to overtake Heavenly Palace’s experts and reach the island’s secrets.
The man in black moved like a panther, fingertips glowing. His claw ripped through the sky, shockwaves erupting. Converging light-beams from his palm shattered Cheng Lingyu’s defensive shield, sending the youth crashing down with bloodied lips.
“Spirit artifact fused into flesh?” Cheng Lingyu studied the man’s glowing right hand. “Man-weapon unity. Effective.”
“Sharp eyes,” the man sneered. “Wasted on a fool.”
His second strike made air sizzle. Thunderous cracks split space as distortions surged—only to meet Cheng Lingyu’s expanded Soul Domain. Behind him loomed a towering giant wrapped in nine luminous rings—Youchen Nine Domains Orchid’s Spatial Technique scattering the attack through layered dimensions until nothing remained.
“What devilry?!” The man stared at his failed right hand—the unstoppable weapon defeated.
Cheng Lingyu sneered coldly, becoming a blur as Dream Butterfly’s wings merged with Thousand Strikes. The man cursed, summoning a mid-grade spirit artifact umbrella with his left hand. Spiritual Light repelled Cheng Lingyu while his right claw tore reality itself.
They became streaks of motion—Cheng Lingyu cycling techniques while Dreamy Magic Eyes and Destruction of Space Divine Thought Wave sought fleeting weaknesses. The umbrella held firm against repeated Thousand Strikes, its wielder grinning through gritted teeth.
“Thousand Strikes!” Cheng Lingyu roared again—same move, same futility. Yet he pressed on without hesitation.
The man in black sneered, “Daring to use the same technique twice? Have you run out of tricks, or are you just stupid?”
Cheng Lingyu answered coolly, “Try it and see.”
Before the word finished echoing mid-air, Cheng Lingyu’s legs whirled like a tornado, striking the Heavenly Umbrella in the man in black’s left hand.
His spinning kicks carried immense force—each strike over a hundred thousand pounds, a hallmark of Cheng Lingyu’s style.
But raw power alone couldn’t breach a mid-grade spirit artifact’s defense, limited by his cultivation level.
This time, however, things unfolded differently. The Heavenly Umbrella’s brilliance had deflected Cheng Lingyu’s Thousand Strikes repeatedly. Just as the assault peaked before its inevitable decline, the umbrella suddenly shuddered. Its light vanished, defenses crumbling. Cheng Lingyu’s strikes exploded at full force, slamming into the man in black and hurling him backward.
A pained scream tore through the man’s furious roar as he staggered, injured and enraged.
Cheng Lingyu pressed like a shadow, unleashing ultimate skills in relentless succession. The man in black howled, his right hand lashing out in a wild counterattack.
Retreating swiftly, Cheng Lingyu stood motionless. His eyes gleamed as soul swords materialized, weaving into the Six Mysterious Deadly Formation—a bold fusion of spiritual assault and engraved formations, extending the Heavenly Spirit Diagram’s power into mental realms.
Cultivation meant evolution. Every cultivator had unique strengths; Cheng Lingyu’s lay in innovation and adaptation.
The man in black glared, channeling energy into his left hand’s Heavenly Umbrella—now lifeless.
“What did you do, brat?!”
“Merely sealed your trinket,” Cheng Lingyu replied.
“You? Seal my mid-grade spirit artifact? Impossible!”
“Blind now?” Cheng Lingyu smirked. He didn’t explain how his Thousand Strikes had covertly employed the Celestial Measurement in his right foot. Advancing to the Soul Martial Sixth Realm had granted him partial mastery over Heavenly Laws, enabling him to seal lower-tier artifacts—a hidden trump card.
Snarling, the man in black raised his glowing right hand. Flesh turned translucent, revealing bone fused with a high-grade spirit artifact—an iron claw pulsing with eerie spiritual patterns.
Through Dreamy Magic Eyes, Cheng Lingyu saw the claw’s horrifying disturbance. Merged with its wielder, it unleashed devastating power.
Cheng Lingyu calculated coldly: without spiritual attacks, he couldn’t withstand this. Yet even a mental assault risked triggering a deathblow counter. He summoned the Flying Flower Snow Moon Sword instead.
“Wasting a high-grade artifact. Give it here.”
The man in black clawed the void. Space fractured as a destructive light beam surged forward.
Cheng Lingyu’s eyes flashed. He executed the Dreamy Demon Slash, his blade multiplying into Seven Butterfly Shadows to meet the strike.
The collision shook the battlefield. Hu Yuer retreated calmly, watching without concern.
Cheng Lingyu disengaged instantly—the sword clash was mere distraction. The true killer was the Dreamy Demon Slash shredding the man’s mental defenses.
Souls fragmented. The man shrieked, features contorting as he lunged suicidally.
Cheng Lingyu moved like wind-cut silk. The Flying Flower Snow Moon Sword severed the man’s right arm before piercing his throat. A palm strike ruptured organs as Cheng Lingyu seized the Blood Fetus, devouring the man’s cultivation.
“I’ll haunt you, whelp!”
Cheng Lingyu stored the corpse silently. His icy elegance captivated Hu Yuer.
Retrieving the severed arm, he shattered it to reveal the iron claw.
“Odd patterns.”
Hu Yuer approached, eyes bright. “The Heavenly Wolf Claw—linked to my Fox People.”
“Is there a Heavenly Fox Claw?” Cheng Lingyu teased.
“Reforge it in a living vessel,” she giggled, testing him.
“Should I gift it then?”
Her smile dazzled. “A gentleman enables beauty.”