Chapter 312: Han Cang’s Arrival
Chapter 312: Han Cang’s Arrival
Though Cheng Lingyu couldn’t defeat the Spirit Master, merging the Ten Immortal Souls, cultivating the Soul Domain Avatar, and unlocking the Ten Cave Heavens had greatly enhanced his defenses.
The Nine Ring Star Vortex’s Immortal Soul possessed the Divine Thought Kill ability, with the Divine Sky Technique capable of devouring external forces—even enemy attacks. Cheng Lingyu often attempted to activate this technique, dissolving attack power into absorbable energy.
This was perilous. Against Blood Martial Realm foes, he could manage, but the Spirit Master’s eerie strength would have annihilated him without his unique Constitution.
Repeatedly wounded yet rising each time, Cheng Lingyu’s tenacity and resolve unnerved onlookers.
Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo watched with disdain as Cheng Lingyu staggered up again and again—far from a pleasant sight.
Wan Fang roared, Feixue cursed, and Mu Bai’s face darkened. All three fought fiercely to reach Cheng Lingyu but found no opening.
After half an hour of relentless assault, Cheng Lingyu teetered on the edge of collapse.
“Die!”
The Heavenly Palace’s Spirit Master bellowed, killing intent blazing. Towering wings—the Skywing Escape—materialized behind him, aiming to shred Cheng Lingyu.
This supreme ultimate skill allowed both offense and retreat. Though Cheng Lingyu knew Skywing Escape, his lower Realm rendered it inferior.
Wu Xuanbo and Yang Yan stepped forward, poised to strike. Other experts fixated on the Holy Artifact scroll above Cheng Lingyu.
As death loomed, Cheng Lingyu’s eyes hardened. He expanded his Ten Cave Heavens into a radiant ring.
A loud bang shattered the void.
The Skywing Escape tore through the scroll’s defense, obliterating the cave heaven’s ring. Cheng Lingyu spat blood, sent flying as his aura dimmed to near-extinction.
Wu Xuanbo and Yang Yan lunged simultaneously, aiming to seize the scroll and claim the Dragon God’s Sky Destruction Slash’s unparalleled ultimate skill.
Sensing doom, Cheng Lingyu forced open his eyes, unleashing the Six Mysterious Deadly Formation and Fang Tian Bao Yin with his last strength.
Even dying, he attacked with undying defiance.
Hu Yuer wailed. Wan Fang erupted with horrifying disturbance, resorting to mutual destruction. Feixue and Mu Bai’s shouts changed nothing.
Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo reached Cheng Lingyu just as the Six Mysterious Deadly Formation activated.
“Damn!”
Recognizing the formation, Wu Xuanbo cursed, his forehead emitting an aura that formed a special defense. Yang Yan, realizing evasion was impossible, charged headlong.
A deafening explosion echoed. Both men were hurled back, robes shredded and faces twisted in rage.
Though unharmed, the formation’s Power stalled their advance.
At that moment, the Spirit Master from Heavenly Palace reacted swiftly. Seizing the distraction as Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo dodged sideways, he charged toward Cheng Lingyu.
Cheng Lingyu lay nearby, weak and gasping for breath. The scroll above his head had dimmed, signaling his life hung by a thread.
A scream pierced the air, followed by pained cries.
Wan Fang fought recklessly, sacrificing everything to kill a Divine Martial Sect Spirit Master. But the victory cost him dearly – he barely survived the counterattack from another Spirit Master.
“End of the line. Die.”
The Heavenly Palace Spirit Master closed in, palm striking downward.
Cheng Lingyu weakly raised his scroll and Fang Tian Bao Yin. Their faint glows formed two defensive layers, both shattered instantly by the descending palm power.
As the killing blow fell, every spectator held their breath. The conclusion seemed inevitable.
Wan Fang roared till his throat tore. Feixue, Mu Bai, and Hu Yuer screamed warnings. Even Luo Feng Spirit Master and Qiu Yu sensed the crisis, bellowing furiously while struggling to break through.
Tianye Spirit Master and Miaoshu Spirit Master redoubled their attacks, blocking all rescue attempts.
Experts from Jiu Yang Sacred Palace, Tianlei Sacred Church, Heavenly Fire Sect, and Shanhua Alliance watched silently, refusing involvement.
Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo cursed bitterly – the Six Mysterious Deadly Formation had stolen their chance.
The death-bringing palm struck like lightning, smashing Fang Tian Bao Yin aside before continuing toward Cheng Lingyu’s skull.
Too weak to move, Cheng Lingyu stared at his approaching doom with world-weary eyes.
No time for life’s replay. No chance for final regrets. Only crushing awareness of unfinished matters as darkness approached.
Light flickered. Life’s fragility showed.
Cheng Lingyu’s fading gaze fixed on the palm stopping mere inch from his forehead. Destructive force writhed like demons dragging him to hell’s depths.
Then – confinement.
Simultaneously, apocalyptic fury erupted in the void. The very air trembled as destructive force smashed into Heavenly Palace’s Spirit Master.
Nightmare made real.
The wrathful aura paralyzed all present, as if gods themselves raged.
Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo stared into the distance, shouting together: “Who’s there?!”
Flames bloomed in twisted space. Heavenly Palace’s Spirit Master shrieked as Black Fire consumed him. His body fractured while Primordial Spirit burned trapped within flesh.
Red Feather Spirit Master of Jiu Yang Sacred Palace paled. “This…!”
“He comes!” someone shouted.
A pitch-black figure materialized on the horizon like Death incarnate. Mountains exploded beneath its aura. Rivers dried. Vegetation withered to ash.
The entire Tianyang Empire shuddered.
Heavenly Palace’s Spirit Master combusted violently, annihilated by the mere presence approaching.
Miaoshu Spirit Master roared through bloodied lips: “Show yourself!”
A thunderous snort sent Miaoshu Spirit Master stumbling back, injured and pale. The crowd gasped – a Fourth Stage Spirit Martial expert wounded by mere sound!
Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo retreated warily as the dark figure advanced, leaving shattered landscapes in its wake.
The suffocating aura froze all conflict.
Wan Fang trembled, tears streaking his face. “Master…”
That single word carried lifetimes of anguish.
Mu Bai and Feixue exchanged awed glances. Everyone knew the Supreme Spirit Palace’s ruler never left Fallen God Ridge – until today.
Luo Feng Spirit Master’s expression twisted strangely. Qiu Yu’s composure cracked. Both understood Han Cang’s appearance meant catastrophe.
Spectators whispered frantically. Tianye Spirit Master and Miaoshu Spirit Master turned deathly pale, fear overriding pride.
Hu Yuer exhaled quietly. “Made it.” Her secret intervention remained unknown.
Even major Forces retreated before the overwhelming pressure. Divine Martial Sect and Heavenly Palace representatives stood paralyzed with dread.
Han Cang descended like wrath personified. Shattered rocks orbited him like Stars. His black clothing flapped as thunderclouds blotted the sun.
Red Feather Spirit Master gaped at the sky-darkening aura. Never had he witnessed such power.