Chapter 462 - 338: First Place

Chapter 462: Chapter 338: First Place

Wuya seethed, knowing he had been played. But he kept his wits about him. Facing Yu Changsheng’s overwhelming presence, he chose not to clash head-on.

Instead, he fell back, defending as he went.

"Members of the Dark Stream don’t deserve to live!"

Yu Changsheng’s expression was cold. He pressed forward step by step as he revealed the reason.

This Wuya was, of course, no Loose Cultivator, but a member of the Dark Stream. Having dealt with the organization for so long, Yu Changsheng could naturally recognize the unique aura of their Cultivation Technique.

"Red Purgatory!"

"Profound Turtle!"

"Colorful Star Deer!"

Yu Changsheng let out a low roar, his gaze piercing. The Red Purgatory hovered in the sky, glaring down menacingly as it unleashed endless Evil Fire, creating a scene like Purgatory itself.

To his left was the Profound Turtle, its aura deep and steady. Its every breath was like a surging tsunami, boundless and immense.

To his right was the Colorful Star Deer. With a light step, lotuses bloomed from the void, and one after another, cages of wood sprang up to trap everything in the vicinity, providing absolute control over the battlefield.

And at the forefront stood Yu Changsheng. Golden light formed his cape, and with a wave of his hand, earth and stone became his armor. His qi and blood condensed into a colossal physical Dharma Aspect. Flanked by his three Spirit Beasts, he advanced directly on Wuya.

"Vast Sea, Wuya!"

Unfazed, Yu Changsheng swallowed an Elixir. The Profound Turtle roared, and its cry summoned a massive ocean wave that blotted out the sky, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.

Wuya’s expression changed. He slashed forward with the Blood Red Sword in his hand, and a thousand-foot Sword Aura soared into the sky, cleaving a massive rift in the crashing wave.

"Evil Fire, Purgatory!"

Yu Changsheng uttered the words as if a god delivering judgment. The Red Purgatory roared, shaking endless Evil Fire from its body. The flames rained down from the sky, blanketing Wuya.

"Sea of Trees, Cage!"

Wuya’s expression changed. Just as he tried to struggle, the Colorful Star Deer took a light step forward. Instantly, massive trees and vines shot up from the ground, restricting his movement.

"Soul Stepping!"

The Colorful Star Deer called out softly, its antlers glowing with seven-colored light. The light formed a wave that rushed at Wuya, and a violent Divine Soul shockwave erupted. Wuya’s eyes glazed over, and his face went white. As he coughed up a mouthful of blood, the Evil Fire surged through the forest of trees, wave after wave, surrounding him completely.

Feeling the heat of the Evil Fire, Wuya was inwardly alarmed. He hesitated for a moment, a struggle playing out on his face. Then, his eyes flashed with ferocity. The body beneath the black robe trembled, and the robe itself exploded, revealing the face under his mask—a visage marred by a ferocious, centipede-like scar.

"You forced my hand!"

Spitting blood, Wuya plunged the Blood Red Sword deep into his own chest. As his blood gushed out, the sword began to glow with a strange, evil light. It absorbed Wuya’s lifeblood, seeming to awaken and come alive.

The Blood Sword drank greedily. Wuya’s once-youthful face rapidly darkened and became lined with wrinkles, and half of his black hair turned white.

Wuya’s aura also changed dramatically. It surged from the Early-stage Golden Core all the way to the Middle Stage, not stopping until it reached the Mid-Stage Peak.

"A Secret Technique that burns one’s lifespan in exchange for a temporary boost in power... This Technique... I’ve seen it used by members of the Dark Stream. This Wuya is definitely one of them, no doubt about it."

Qian Chengren’s pupils contracted as he watched the battle. He let out a breath and spoke.

’That’s the Peak of Mid-Stage Golden Core... just a hair’s breadth from the Late Stage... That Yu Changsheng...’

He Bicheng gulped, his eyes glinting. He silently backed away a few steps. The other two spectators also watched with keen interest.

"Interesting."

Sensing the completely different aura emanating from Wuya, Yu Changsheng raised an eyebrow. He gave a small smile, and with a wave of his sleeve, several Beast Shadows of the Red Purgatory materialized and roared as they charged toward Wuya.

Wuya snapped his head up and slashed viciously with his Blood Sword. A heaven-shaking Sword Aura instantly tore through the Beast Shadows of the Red Purgatory. His figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, streaking through the void as he swung his Blood Sword upward.

Yu Changsheng bent at the waist, his fist gathering the light of earth and stone, and smashed down with a Flame-wreathed strike. Wuya was sent flying backward. Yu Changsheng took three steps back. Their eyes blazed, their killing intent brewing. Every move was a fatal strike; neither held anything back.

"North Ghost Death Cutting Sword!"

Wuya coughed up blood and slashed upward with his Blood Sword. A massive red specter materialized, wielding a colossal thousand-foot Blood Sword. With a flash of light, the sword multiplied from one to two, two to four, and four to eight, surrounding Yu Changsheng from all directions. As the specter slashed down, all eight swords fell in unison.

"Red Heaven-Splitting Claw!"

Yu Changsheng’s brow tightened. The Red Purgatory roared in front of him, its claws tearing out several red streaks of light that spiraled toward the specter. Four of the Blood Swords shattered, but the remaining four broke through and struck Yu Changsheng viciously.

"Pfft—"

Yu Changsheng faltered, a sweet taste filling his mouth, but the killing intent in his eyes didn’t lessen in the slightest. He used Shadow Flash repeatedly to close the distance, a Golden Long Spear materializing in his hand as he thrust it fiercely at Wuya’s forehead.

Wuya frowned and blocked the spear with his palm. His feet tapped against the void as he continuously created distance between them, then swung his sword once more.

No less than sixty-eight beams of Sword Aura filled the void, completely surrounding Yu Changsheng. He simply ignored them. Layers of dense trees grew around him, forming a shield for his outer defense, and he allowed the attacks to rain down upon it.

The Red Purgatory roared, and the Sea of Fire billowed. It continuously condensed eight lifelike, illusory flame-shadows of itself. At the same time, crimson Lock Chains emerged from the void. A powerful Sealing Power erupted from them, enveloping Wuya.

"Red Prison Shadow Dragon Kill!"

It was as if hell had descended. The sky darkened. From above, below, left, right, front, and back—from all eight directions—the Red Purgatories descended at once. Their draconic might was immense, flames surged, and they opened their gaping maws to viciously swallow Wuya.