Chapter 267 - 241: Not Just Beast Taming (2)

Chapter 267: Chapter 241: Not Just Beast Taming (2)

"Peak Master Mo, calm yourself. This is their own battle to fight. If you don’t interfere, neither will I. Otherwise, my sect’s Spirit Beast, the Black Wind Spirit Dragon, is still waiting..."

Mu Yongxian shot Mo Pengchen a look and spoke lightly. The veiled threat in his words left Mo Pengchen feeling helpless. After a long moment, he took a deep breath and regained his composure.

Mu Yongxian chuckled, then looked down at Yu Changsheng. A flash of surprise and wariness crossed his eyes.

"Yu Changsheng..."

...

’If that’s the case, then I can finally stop holding back.’

Seeing no reaction from the outside world, Yu Changsheng’s eyes turned icy. He understood. Looking at the anxious Tang Chen, he waved his sleeve. The Colorful Star Deer stepped forward, and the Golden-Winged Eagle took to the air.

"Soul Stepping!"

"Tree Sea Forest!"

"Black Wind Hundred Cuts!"

An endless sea of trees and countless Wind Blades shot toward Tang Chen in waves. He roared, his Demon God-like body easily breaking through the layers of obstacles. After a moment’s hesitation, his eyes flashed with resolve. The red mist on his palms roiled, forming gaping holes as he thrust them toward Yu Changsheng.

"Red Demon... Swallowing Spirit!"

As the attack erupted, Tang Chen’s face contorted in agony. A violent power surged skyward, but his massive body suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly shriveling. All of his Cultivation, blood qi, and even his Vitality drained away in an instant.

"!!!"

In that instant, Yu Changsheng’s sense of alarm reached its absolute peak.

Hundreds of red-misted skulls materialized, exuding a monstrously evil aura as the red mist began to shift toward black. One by one, they contorted, forming massive, bony jaws. Their eye sockets flickered with a soul-devouring red light as they wobbled precariously in the air.

A strange, hypnotic sound emanated from them, carrying an eerie sonic attack that kicked up waves of air, sweeping forward. The fleshless skulls moved with an unnerving agility, their jaws snapping open in unison, each one radiating an extreme hunger for flesh and blood.

’What kind of vile technique is this?!’

Yu Changsheng’s brow furrowed as he rapidly retreated, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. To him, this Technique was bizarre to the extreme. It completely lacked the grace of the Immortal Family, looking more like something from a cultivator of the Demon Dao.

"HEE HEE HEE... the feel of flesh and blood..."

"It’s been so long since we’ve tasted fresh flesh and blood..."

"Little meal, don’t run away."

...

Eerie voices echoed from the hundreds of skulls. They were hoarse and chilling, as if they had returned from the Nine Nether Hell. Blood-red light flashed amid the churning red mist.

As for Tang Chen, he was in an absolutely wretched state. In just a moment, his once smooth and radiant skin had become shriveled and lifeless. Strands of brittle, yellowed hair snapped and drifted away. His youthful face had aged horribly, and the crow’s feet around his eyes were starkly visible.

His Cultivation plummeted along with his Vitality. A look of exhaustion crossed his face, but the hatred in his eyes burned exceptionally bright. He spoke in a raspy voice:

"Yu Changsheng, I have sacrificed my Cultivation and Vitality just to kill you as an offering to my kin! I wonder how you’re feeling today? Have you felt even a trace of fear? Of regret? Today, even if I must descend into the Underworld, I’ll drag you down with me!"

Tang Chen meant to roar these words, but his body was so weakened that his voice dwindled, becoming faint and powerless.

"No thanks. You can go by yourself."

Yu Changsheng frowned and replied coolly. Seeing the relentlessly pursuing red-misted skulls, he felt a headache coming on.

The Colorful Star Deer grew anxious, its body glowing with seven-colored light. It wove layers of vines into a net, trying to block the skulls, but the moment the vines touched a wisp of the red mist, they were instantly corroded into ash.

The Golden-Winged Eagle soared high, its wings whipping up a gale that sent sand and stones flying, but the bizarre red-misted skulls remained completely unfazed.

Yu Changsheng formed a Finger Technique. Resigned, he snapped his eyes open. They suddenly became clear and vacant, the whites showing slightly.

He clenched his fists, then opened them. Two balls of flame leaped into his palms. The Flame in his left hand was crimson, laced with a hint of black, and its terrifying heat made the very air around it twist and warp.

’The Fireball Skill at the Great Success stage... its power certainly doesn’t disappoint.’

Yu Changsheng lowered his gaze, sensing the power within the flame. As he looked at the Flame in his other hand, the Ten Thousand Spirits Technique began to operate on its own.

The Flame in his right hand flickered gently. Its Status was mystical; it was transparent yet tinged with yellow. Though clearly a flame, it was impossible to feel any heat from it.

As it swayed, it exuded an intangible aura. The surrounding Spiritual Qi grew turbulent and poured into it frantically, causing the flame to grow larger and burn more fiercely.

This was the Void Fire!

’The Ten Thousand Spirits Technique and this Void Fire are quite compatible... Is it because their properties are similar...?’

Yu Changsheng shook his head, a little surprised. He slowly brought the two Flames together. Under the control of his immense Divine Sense, they merged flawlessly.

Compared to before, not only had Yu Changsheng’s Cultivation and Divine Sense improved immensely, but his mastery over the Void Fire and his application of the Fireball Skill were on a completely different level.

Executing the move again, he was naturally far more proficient. Consequently, its power was many times more terrifying than the last time he had used it.

"Void Fire, Haoyang!"

Yu Changsheng’s lips moved, and he slowly spoke three words. As he finished, the two Flames instantly merged into one.

The fireball, originally the size of half a head, was suddenly coated in a ring of white flame. As the Void Fire integrated, its intensity surged. Nature’s spiritual energy seemed to have been drawn to a new source, and it began to pour in even more frantically.

Yu Changsheng’s own Magical Power was nearly depleted by this single move. An astonishing aura radiated from the fireball as it instantly swelled from the size of a human head, expanding continuously until it was dozens of meters wide. It seemed to have reached its limit, pulsing with unstable fluctuations.

Waves of fiery storms billowed out. The terrifying heat caused the arena stage to crack, and the surrounding Defense Array hummed as tiny fissures appeared across its surface.

"This... It’s that move again?"

"That defensive barrier isn’t going to collapse, is it?"

Below the stage, countless disciples cried out in alarm. Feeling the violent energy raging within the barrier, their faces filled with shock, and they hurriedly backed away.

Mo Pengchen’s eyes narrowed, but his expression remained calm. He continuously performed Finger Techniques, reinforcing the defensive barrier and the stage.

"That kid was holding a move like this in reserve?"

Mu Yongxian was aghast, his expression flickering. He squinted at the stage, a faint red glow appearing in his palm, ready to act.

"Peak Master Mu, don’t interfere. Like you said, let the juniors resolve their own matters."

Mo Pengchen glanced at Mu Yongxian and spoke calmly.

Mu Yongxian pressed his lips together, his brow twitching. After a moment of internal struggle, the red light in his hand slowly faded.

Mo Pengchen shook his head, then suddenly let out a faint smile. A hint of anticipation in his eyes, he looked down at the arena.

Meanwhile, as Yu Changsheng continued to channel his power, he could feel the Void Fire Haoyang growing increasingly violent. Gritting his teeth, he swung his arms forward. His Divine Sense surged to control it, and in an instant, the fireball—now rivaling the Hao Sun itself—shot forward, leaving a faint afterimage and trailing a stream of heavenly fire as it surged toward the swarm of red-misted skulls.

BOOM!

The void twisted and the air shattered as Flames shot out in all directions. Yu Changsheng recalled the Colorful Star Deer and the Golden-Winged Eagle to his Inner Realm. In that instant, the Void Fire Haoyang detonated, and its intense light and heat blotted out the sky.

"Ahhh... what is this fire?"

"No, no, spare us!!"

The red mist recoiled. Beneath the Flame, the skulls crumbled to ash one after another. An endless stream of wretched screams echoed through the heavens.

A violent heatwave swept across the area. The stage had completely collapsed. If not for Mo Pengchen’s reinforcement, the defensive barrier would have shattered. Even so, it was now covered in cracks, looking as if it could fall apart at any moment.

’Such astonishing power... Can he even control it?’

Mo Pengchen was secretly shocked, a hint of worry in his eyes as he watched the stage.

The entire arena was now a wreck. The stage had completely crumbled into dirt and rock. The scorching air seared the skin, and a firestorm raged amidst the desolation. Yu Changsheng’s expression was grave.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Technique activated on its own. The residual Void Fire in the area seemed drawn to him, automatically forming a protective barrier around his body and shielding him from harm.