Chapter 140: Life and Death Moment
Chapter 140: Life and Death Moment
The Martial Arts Spirit Master remained unmoved, showing no concern for Cheng Lingyu’s fate—his focus stayed fixed on the magic knife.
Lan Xiaozhu cried out in panic, rushing to intercept Zhou Zhengyu. A shockwave blasted her backward, hurling her dozens of yards until she crashed to the ground, gravely injured and barely clinging to life.
“Xiaozhu…”
Cheng Lingyu twisted his head, relief flickering through him as he saw her weakly stir.
“I’ll flay you alive, worm!”
Zhou Zhengyu’s hands glowed with terrifying blood light. The space around Cheng Lingyu tightened like a vise, threatening to crush him into pulp.
Though gravely injured, Cheng Lingyu’s physical body held firm. Even under Zhou Zhengyu’s reaper-like attack, his mind raced for solutions.
He growled, straining against the immense pressure pinning him down. His movements remained confined to mere inches.
With a bitter smile, Cheng Lingyu hurled The Source Pearl at Zhou Zhengyu—a final gamble.
Yu Wuchen had once stated only Cheng Lingyu could wield The Source Pearl. Now, trapped in sealed space, the artifact couldn’t reach her. This desperate throw aimed to distract their foes.
Blinded by rage, Zhou Zhengyu swatted the pearl aside. Yet the Martial Arts Spirit Master’s eyes sharpened.
“The… legendary Source Pearl?”
Excitement cracked the Spirit Master’s calm demeanor. He snatched the pearl, only to fling it away instantly as if scorched. Moments later, he recalled it with telekinesis, studying it warily from his palm.
“Whose restrictions are these? So complex…”
Cheng Lingyu’s brief hope soured to despair. Even if the Spirit Master triggered the pearl’s restrictions, the sealed space prevented any teleportation signal from escaping. Yu Wuchen would never sense their plight. They were trapped rats awaiting slaughter.
Zhou Zhengyu closed in, blood light dripping from his fingers. Cheng Lingyu’s skin split under the crushing force—a cruel echo of the blood shadow’s pursuit on Green Island.
Death loomed. Refusing to yield, Cheng Lingyu swung the magic knife in one last strike.
Zhou Zhengyu’s palm strike met the blade. The terrifying strength shattered Cheng Lingyu’s grip, sending the weapon spinning away.
Defenseless now, Cheng Lingyu braced for the end. The magic knife clattered into the Spirit Master’s grasp, its struggles contained by a shimmering light barrier.
The Spirit Master alternated gazes between knife and pearl, triumph blazing across his face. “Two treasures! This expedition proves worthwhile.”
“Move!” Lan Xiaozhu rasped from the ground, blood flecking her lips. “Don’t die!”
Cheng Lingyu agreed—he’d fight to his last breath. But in this frozen pocket of time and space, against such overwhelming power, options had vanished.
Though the Fang Tian Bao Yin remained unused, deploying it would only gift the enemy another prize.
Zhou Zhengyu’s palm struck true. Cheng Lingyu flew backward, blood arcing through air, his physical body cracking like shattered porcelain.
If it were an ordinary Soul Martial cultivator, that palm strike would have been fatal. Fortunately, Cheng Lingyu’s Physical Body was steel-hard, though he barely clung to life.
Lan Xiaozhu screamed in desperation, but nothing could alter fate.
Zhou Zhengyu burned with killing intent, hellbent on avenging his disciple.
Cheng Lingyu crashed to the ground, rolling violently as bright blood stained the earth.
Zhou Zhengyu leaped like a falling meteor, his foot aimed at Cheng Lingyu’s skull with the force of Mount Tai descending.
A merciless killing blow, delivered without hesitation or mercy.
Cheng Lingyu lay paralyzed, even moving a finger an impossible task.
Lan Xiaozhu’s anguished wails pierced the air, futile against the inevitable.
Cheng Lingyu’s vision dimmed, death’s shadow looming—a blurred figure radiating slaughter, like the reaper’s envoy.
Winds howled through the twisted space, blood-red light painting a hellish landscape.
The Martial Arts Spirit Master observed indifferently.
Lan Xiaozhu crumpled in tearful despair.
Memories flashed through Cheng Lingyu’s mind—vivid faces from his past.
Suddenly, one figure crystallized: Ruo Xue, an eternal mark in his Soul.
“No! I won’t die!”
Cheng Lingyu jolted awake as Zhou Zhengyu’s attack neared.
Though time had run out, desperate resolve ignited in his fading eyes.
His battered body stirred faintly with renewed will.
This feeble change revealed something odd—blood from his arm flowed toward his left middle finger.
The Spirit Cloak Ring’s location. Survival instinct sparked realization.
With final strength, Cheng Lingyu activated the ring. His mental energy spiked wildly, warping consciousness.
The ring’s activation triggered madness—he psychically summoned the castle within, hurling it outward.
An immense mental strain, nearly impossible.
But Cheng Lingyu’s spiritual prowess, amplified by mortal peril, succeeded. The unfathomably mystical castle materialized, intercepting Zhou Zhengyu’s fatal stomp.
Zhou Zhengyu noticed nothing until his foot struck the mysteriously shrunken castle, rebound force jolting him.
The Martial Arts Spirit Master frowned—this space was his creation, yet he’d sensed no intrusion.
Cheng Lingyu was blasted backward, blood spraying. The rebounding castle negated his efforts.
He collapsed thirty yards away, body shattered, eyes blazing with bitter defiance.
Lan Xiaozhu’s grief curdled into hatred.
Zhou Zhengyu pivoted midair, murderous gaze locking on.
“Die now!”
Nothing mattered but Cheng Lingyu’s annihilation.
Too weak to resist, Cheng Lingyu could only glare with fading hatred.
Blood-light engulfed him as death’s grip tightened.
Silence fell.
Lan Xiaozhu’s sobs, the Spirit Master’s apathy, Zhou Zhengyu’s bloodlust—all froze.
Cheng Lingyu sensed it—a whisper, a ripple. Death’s approach.
As Zhou Zhengyu’s foot descended, Cheng Lingyu’s Spirit Cloak Ring shimmered. The castle gates swung open, releasing an ethereal and illusionary figure.
Flecks of light pierced time’s veil.
The Six-Level Blood Martial Arts expert was repelled by world-shaking force. A protective barrier dome shielded Cheng Lingyu.
Zhou Zhengyu staggered, realization dawning—this was no accident.
“What trickery?!” he bellowed. No outsider could breach this confined space—it must be Cheng Lingyu’s magical artifact!
The Martial Arts Spirit Master stiffened. That drifting figure shouldn’t exist here.
Lan Xiaozhu gasped—a phantasmal form hovered near Cheng Lingyu.
“Poor bullied thing,” cooed a playful voice Cheng Lingyu faintly recognized.
Memories stirred—a figure from his past.