Chapter 102: High-Handed Robbery
Chapter 102: High-Handed Robbery
“Seven Butterfly Shadows.”
Cheng Lingyu stood his ground. The Long Sword in his hand gleamed coldly, unleashing terrifying killing intent. This high-quality treasure artifact possessed a potent amplification effect.
Bright sword light flickered in the void, materializing into countless butterflies imbued with devastating slaughter. The fluttering butterflies merged with crisscrossing sword rays, creating thousands of overlapping strikes with immeasurable power. Empowered by the treasure artifact, Cheng Lingyu launched fierce assaults without fear, even against cave heaven stage opponents.
“This brat’s too insolent! Let’s show him the Soul Transformation Technique!”
As the shout echoed, four enemies simultaneously activated their cave heavens. Various souls burst forth, instantly expanding thousands-fold while radiating dreadful divine might.
Lan Xiaozhu cried out in terror while spectators buzzed with anticipation, watching how Cheng Lingyu would counter.
Cheng Lingyu’s eyes hardened, glowing with magical radiance. The cultivation method and application of the Soul Cutting Technique surfaced in his mind. Though not fully mastered due to limited training time, he remembered every detail.
Combining insights from the technique of origins, he merged the Soul Cutting Technique with the Third Level of Magic Eyes – Heart Invasion. Sword light flickered within his pupils.
All four foes were cave heaven stage experts. The weakest possessed two cave heavens while the white-clothed cultivator led with four. Each cave heaven hosted martial souls – plant souls or Beast Souls – endowed with offensive, defensive, and other special abilities.
These martial souls of varying strengths now encircled Cheng Lingyu, launching coordinated assaults. Though outnumbered, Cheng Lingyu remained composed. Flames erupted around him, radiating sky-scorching, sea-boiling heat from his Burning Sky Technique – a fearsome defense from Fang Tian Bao Yin that repelled even Beast Souls.
While keeping distance, the souls bombarded him with thunderous ranged attacks. Cheng Lingyu staggered under the impacts but refused to evade, treating this as training to enhance his cultivation level.
The four Soul Martial Realm experts pressed their advantage, yet found themselves helpless against Cheng Lingyu’s indestructible body and third-level Magic Eyes that deflected spiritual assaults while annihilating weaker souls.
After half an hour’s battle, Cheng Lingyu gradually turned the tide through accumulated combat experience and refined techniques.
“Is this your limit? Prepare to meet your end.”
His icy taunt enraged the quartet. “KILL HIM!” they roared, unleashing their ultimate attacks.
Cheng Lingyu sneered at their contorted faces. “Arrogant fools! When bullying weaker cultivators, did you consider their suffering? Now learn humiliation in your final moments!”
His Long Sword trembled violently, emitting a dragon’s roar. Sword energy coalesced into pyramids hovering in the void, radiating eternal divine might.
“Don’t let him strike!” they shouted, hurling magical artifacts simultaneously.
Cheng Lingyu smirked. His sword tip flashed as a pyramid shot toward the white-clothed cultivator, containing a faint sword ray. Four pyramids materialized, each targeting an enemy while forming a colossal central pyramid emitting mysterious power.
As the enemies attacked, the pyramids blazed with light. Ethereal sword rays streaked forth like lightning, chasing lost fragments of time and space with imperceptible speed.
A faint light flickered like something shattered, triggering faint tremors across the world.
The four attacks struck Cheng Lingyu simultaneously, partially deflected by his defenses while most attack power hit him directly. The impact tore his clothes, revealing purple-bronze skin etched with mysterious patterns.
Purple light shimmered, indestructible.
Cheng Lingyu’s body stood diamond-hard under devastating blows, utterly unharmed—his terrifying resilience freezing bystanders’ blood.
The four Soul Martial Fourth Realm experts fared worse. Their cave heavens exploded one after another, bodies splitting open as blood burned like fire.
“Who… are you?!” screamed the white-clothed cultivator, heart obliterated and meridians severed as his cave heavens detonated. Life drained from him like spilled sand.
“Me? A lowly True Martial cultivator,” Cheng Lingyu answered coldly, mockery dripping from his words. “Easy prey, or so they say.”
Cultivators who’d earlier taunted him scrambled backward, faces ghost-pale.
“You’ll… regret this!” choked a dying foe.
Cheng Lingyu’s foot crushed the speaker’s skull into rock before the threat faded. “Anyone else want to lecture me?” His slaughterous gaze swept the ravine.
Every cultivator averted their eyes.
“The world tramples the kind and rides the meek,” Cheng Lingyu sneered. A blur of motion later, three enemies and the crippled Stout Man lay dead.
He collected five storage rings leisurely, then stalked toward the largest crowd.
“Madman! You dare—”
“My cultivation’s too weak,” Cheng Lingyu interrupted, icy sword already spinning. “Lend me your resources… or lives.”
Butterflies of sword energy filled the void as cultivators roared. Twenty experts counterattacked—until Fifteen fell headless in seconds.
“Kill Cheng Lingyu!” Spectators joined the fray, only to meet Thousand Strikes and Seven Butterfly Shadows. His high-quality treasure artifact gleamed crimson while Invasion of the Mind shattered focus—opening throats faster than screams could form.
When the last body dropped, survivors trembled before the walking calamity in human skin.
Suddenly, a sharp blade of light appeared above Cheng Lingyu’s head, slashing down toward him.
“Spirit artifact!”
Cheng Lingyu’s eyes turned cold as fury surged within him. Dark aura flashed around his right hand as the magic knife emerged, awakening a dormant strength that trembled like a demon shaking the heavens.
The magic knife rotated, its blade transforming into a pitch-black demon dragon that soared upward, overlooking the Nine Provinces.
“That aura… Run…”
Someone roared frantically, but it was already too late.
The demon dragon swooped down, shattering the spirit artifact and devouring over twenty nearby cultivators. Bloodied bones covered the ground while countless Beast Souls and plant souls were crushed beneath the dragon’s might.
After one strike, only corpses remained. Cheng Lingyu stood proudly in mid-air, every nearby cultivator dead.
Distant cultivators began retreating.
“Leaving without donating resources seems too hasty. Should I escort you?”
Cheng Lingyu’s voice pierced like icy needles, his sharp gaze resembling a demon’s smile that froze hearts.
“You… Don’t push too far!”
The cultivator’s fierce expression couldn’t hide his fear.
Cheng Lingyu sneered. “I’m following your teachings. Didn’t you all preach that the strong prey on the weak? That those with low cultivation levels deserve bullying? I’m just practicing. Won’t you humor me?”
“Remember this!”
The cultivator threw his storage ring at Cheng Lingyu before fleeing in fury.
Cheng Lingyu smirked devilishly, scanning the crowd.
“Anyone else leaving? Just leave your donations.”
He began collecting items from corpses at a leisurely pace, openly mocking the spectators.
Those who had mocked him now faced reversed fortunes. Cheng Lingyu stood like a demon king, his ruthless methods silencing all.
Yun Xi, Nie Jiaolong, Lu Yu, Jiang Mufeng, Nangong Zuoye, and Du Bin wore dark expressions, their earlier sneers vanished.
Yun Xi moved toward Cheng Lingyu with complicated emotions, but Lan Xiaozhu swiftly blocked her path.
“Leave,” Lan Xiaozhu whispered.
Yun Xi stopped, confusion in her eyes.
“You…”
“Go. Quickly.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Yun Xi turned and fled.