Chapter 301: Rather Die than Surrender
Chapter 301: Rather Die than Surrender
Cheng Lingyu faced Hua Yuehong in battle, their power gap overwhelmingly vast.
Though Cheng Lingyu’s magic knife held great might, the beautiful jade coffin floating above Hua Yuehong shielded her from all external harm.
Hua Yuehong’s attacks, however, proved devastating. Even with his scroll absorbing partial damage, Cheng Lingyu’s severely wounded body struggled to endure.
Mid-battle, Cheng Lingyu swallowed two mid-grade spiritual herbs. His body shimmered as his aura swelled explosively, breaking through the Seven Levels of Soul Martial Arts and ascending into the Blood Martial Realm.
“That aura… Cheng Lingyu reached the Blood Martial Realm?”
Spectators like Xiang San Shao, Azure Sky Dragon, and Dongfang Hong showed brief astonishment before grasping the truth.
“He must’ve suppressed his cultivation until now,” one murmured.
Powerful fluctuations emanated from Cheng Lingyu as he stabilized at the Blood Martial First Level. His strength skyrocketed to the mid-phase of the Blood Refinement Stage, then surged further before halting at the late phase—his true capability unveiled.
The blood lake ordeal had amplified his cultivation. Merging with divine blood granted him flawless entry into the Blood Martial Realm, achieving unprecedented blood quality that dwarfed others’ potential.
Hua Yuehong’s face tightened. “Blood Martial First Level? Admirable, but futile.”
Having rapidly climbed to the fifth level of Blood Martial, she surpassed even Yu Feilong and Li Moru in power.
Cheng Lingyu sneered, “Who could predict how things unfold? When you chose Yu Feilong, did you imagine I’d kill him?”
“Silence!” Hua Yuehong’s strikes turned fiercer, the beautiful jade coffin pulsing ominously.
Cheng Lingyu’s scroll unfurled above him, revival energy clashing against the coffin’s aura.
Only Shui Yingyue, Ye Anlan, and Yunxiu remained in the cave now. Others watched the mid-air duel intently.
With two Heavenly Palace holy sons slain by Cheng Lingyu, only total annihilation could settle this feud.
“Leave him to me. Kill the fox,” ordered Cold Xiu Spirit Master, appearing beside Hua Yuehong.
Hua Yuehong lunged toward Hu Yuer—complicit in Yu Feilong’s demise.
Cheng Lingyu tensed as Cold Xiu Spirit Master approached, his scroll whirling defensively.
“None may slaughter Heavenly Palace holy sons and live,” the spirit master hissed.
“They sought death first,” Cheng Lingyu retorted flatly. Yu Feilong’s provocation had backfired fatally.
“Your words mean nothing!” Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s claw pierced through time and space toward Cheng Lingyu’s chest.
The scroll’s barrier flared, repelling the strike. Cheng Lingyu flew backward, blood spraying—the defense insufficient against eight cultivation tiers separating Blood Martial First Level from spirit blood’s third stage.
“Wasting such treasure,” the spirit master jeered. “Surrender it.”
A giant hand reached out and seized the scroll.
Cheng Lingyu’s face darkened as a glimmer flashed in his eyes. When the scroll fell into Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s grasp, he abruptly summoned the black-and-white chess pieces to activate the Six Mysterious Deadly Formation.
At that moment, Cold Xiu Spirit Master focused most of her energy on the scroll, paying no heed to Cheng Lingyu’s Blood Martial First Level cultivation.
To her surprise, the scroll resisted fiercely. Despite her Third Stage of Spirit Martial strength, she couldn’t seize it and was instead struck by a terrifying force emanating from the scroll.
“Damn you!”
As Cold Xiu Spirit Master cursed, Cheng Lingyu’s Six Mysterious Deadly Formation linked with the scroll. The chess pieces scattered, unleashing waves of dreadful power.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master reacted instantly, batting the scroll away while raising defenses—but too late.
The formation’s annihilative beams tore through everything like heavenly tribulation’s lightning punishment, obliterating all resistance. Spiritual patterns flared around Cold Xiu Spirit Master as she erected her strongest shields, yet they shattered like glass against the onslaught.
Furious and stunned, she never expected such a deadly maneuver from Cheng Lingyu.
“Skywing Escape!”
In desperation, she invoked the Heavenly Palace’s supreme technique, vanishing through time and space.
Cheng Lingyu grimaced. His perfect trap had failed even to wound her.
Retracting the formation, he hovered beneath the scroll, scanning the battlefield. Hu Yuer clashed fiercely with Hua Yuehong. Wan Fang dueled Divine Xiu Spirit Master evenly with the Flying Flower Snow Moon Sword, while Feixue staggered back under Liang Wei’s assaults.
“Treasures won’t save you today,” Cold Xiu Spirit Master spat, eyes glinting like daggers. She wouldn’t risk prolonging this.
Cheng Lingyu discreetly activated his Spirit Cloak Ring to summon Chi Mei’er—but the castle was gone. Desperate, he channeled The Source Pearl, only to find the Blood Moon Wasteland blocking its signals.
His heart sank. With Chi Mei’er absent and Yu Wuchen unreachable, facing a Third Stage Spirit Martial expert alone meant certain death.
“Kill me, and you’ll perish too,” he stated calmly, fear absent from his demeanor.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master sneered, “An ant dares threaten me?”
“Recall this,” Cheng Lingyu countered. “Should Heavenly Palace set foot in Shiyang Town, your sect falls. Familiar words, no?”
Her face twisted at the reminder of her sect’s shame. “You seek death through provocation?”
“I merely highlight your stupidity,” he laughed. “You still don’t grasp Shiyang Town’s significance.”
“Silence!” she thundered.
From the island, Silver Feather Spirit Master called, “What does Shiyang Town mean?”
Cheng Lingyu’s voice turned icy. “I entered Yunyang City from there. The connection eludes you?”
Cold Xiu Spirit Master paled. “Mo Wuxie’s downfall… was that your doing too?”
“That was his own fault for coming to Shiyang Town to kill me.”
Cheng Lingyu no longer needed to conceal the truth, but he offered no further details.
The nearby experts exchanged startled looks – who had dared kill a Heavenly Palace master and threaten to destroy the entire organization?
“Speak! Who did this?”
Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s fury burned hotter as she demanded answers.
Cheng Lingyu answered coldly, “Kill me, and that person will come to destroy your Heavenly Palace themselves.”
“Insolence! I’ll test that claim myself!”
Enraged, Cold Xiu Spirit Master activated her spiritual patterns. A glowing web materialized, locking down all time and space around them.
Cheng Lingyu froze in place, while nearby combatants Wan Fang, Feixue, and Hu Yuer also found themselves immobilized.
Sensing the danger, Wan Fang and Feixue struggled desperately toward Cheng Lingyu, only to be blocked by Liang Wei and Divine Xiu Spirit Master.
Hu Yuer remained locked in combat with Hua Yuehong – even if she broke free, it would change nothing.
Cheng Lingyu’s eyes darted rapidly. Surrender wasn’t in his nature, even against impossible odds.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master materialized above him with spatial distortion, her foot descending like a falling mountain.
The void cracked. Earthquakes rippled through the ground. The blood lake boiled as space itself shuddered.
This world-shaking attack seemed capable of annihilating creation itself.
The magic knife appeared in Cheng Lingyu’s outstretched hand, its dreadful aura clashing against the descending strike.
The protective scroll unfurled slightly, golden light weaving defenses though still not fully awakening.
The knife transformed into a dragon that collided with Cold Xiu Spirit Master’s attack, creating catastrophic explosions.
Despite breaking two seals, the magic knife wailed in retreat before a Third Stage Spirit Martial expert’s power.
Holy light from the scroll blocked most of the attack, but residual force penetrated the Defensive Light Barrier. Cheng Lingyu went flying, fresh blood spraying from his wounds.
Cold Xiu Spirit Master pressed her assault like clinging shadow, determined to shatter both scroll and cultivator.
Helpless against the onslaught, Cheng Lingyu survived only due to his Blood Martial Realm-enhanced physical body.
Wan Fang’s furious roars and Feixue’s curses changed nothing as Cheng Lingyu’s injuries worsened.
In his rage, Wan Fang suddenly recalled something. A strange light began emanating from his body.