Chapter 840: Life-or-Death Duel

Chapter 840: Chapter 840: Life-or-Death Duel

The black-robed elder was surrounded by swirling black mist, which in the air transformed into one twisted ghostly face after another, emitting silent screams.

He seemed to sense something, paused in his spell, and slowly turned around.

It was a withered face, with skin of an unnatural greyish-blue hue, like that of a corpse, sunken eye sockets, and ghostly green light flickering within the eyes, making it particularly terrifying.

A strange smile hung at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as hoarse as nails scraping across a blackboard.

"Two little brats, you’ve got some nerve to break in here."

Yang Cheng didn’t waste words, directly channeling True Qi, as the Moon Golden Wheel flew from his waist, spinning at high speed in his palm, the red and green lights interweaving, and the blade emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

At the same time, the Sun Golden Wheel also flew out from his bosom, its golden light instantly enveloping him and Feng Jiuge, forming a semi-transparent shield.

Both offensive and defensive, the Sun and Moon Golden Wheels were simultaneously deployed!

This was his first formal combat use of the Sun and Moon Golden Wheels, intending to gauge the elder’s true strength.

Beside him, Feng Jiuge also drew the dagger from her waist, the pitch-black blade emitting a ghostly blue chill, infused with True Qi, the blade gave off a deep hum.

The black-robed elder glanced at both of them, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Two little brats from the Foundation Establishment Realm dare to make a move in front of me? Truly seeking death."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a dark-red mist surged from the Bronze Tripod, transforming into countless black tendrils, sweeping towards the two.

The tendrils moved extremely fast, twisting and writhing in the air, emitting a noxious stench.

Yang Cheng’s eyes turned cold, as the Moon Golden Wheel flew from his hand, the red and green lights tracing a brilliant arc in the darkness, the blade spinning as it severed the black tendrils one by one.

The severed tendrils fell to the ground, transforming into pools of black water, sizzling with a corrosive sound, corroding the floor into pits.

"Interesting."

The black-robed elder’s lips curled into a cold smile, his hands forming seals as he chanted.

The blood pool within the Bronze Tripod suddenly churned violently, the dark-red liquid seeming to come alive, pouring out, transforming into a scarlet dragon, clawing and lunging at the pair.

The scarlet dragon moved with incredible speed, reaching them in the blink of an eye, its gaping maw spraying a fishy wind, colliding fiercely with the Sun Golden Wheel’s shield, resounding with a deafening boom, causing the entire chamber to tremble, and the runes on the walls to flicker uncertainly.

The shield vibrated intensely, but did not shatter, merely dimming slightly.

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, channeling more True Qi into the Sun Golden Wheel, causing the shield to shine brightly once more.

"Hmm?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the black-robed elder’s eyes, "Sun Golden Wheel? A mere child wielding such a formidable defensive artifact? What a waste in your hands."

He waved his hand, and the scarlet dragon lunged again, this time not to collide but to entwine, its thick scarlet body tightly coiling around the shield, frantically contracting.

The shield emitted a creaking sound, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Yang Cheng’s expression changed slightly, knowing he couldn’t continue to passively defend, he had to actively attack.

"Senior Sister, cover me!"

He shouted low, the Moon Golden Wheel flying out again, this time not slashing towards the scarlet dragon, but heading straight for the black-robed elder.

In the air, the Moon Golden Wheel traced a bizarre arc, the red and green lights particularly dazzling in the darkness, the blade spinning fiercely with deadly intent.

The black-robed elder snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a surge of black mist flowed from his palm, forming a black shield before him.

The Moon Golden Wheel slashed at the shield, producing a piercing crashing sound, deafening.

The shield did not move an inch, but the Moon Golden Wheel was repelled.

Yang Cheng’s heart sank, this old man’s strength was greater than he had anticipated; he never expected that even the Sun and Moon Golden Wheels could not shake him.

Meanwhile, Feng Jiuge’s figure flickered, vanishing from her original position.

Her movement technique was extremely fast, flitting like a phantom within the chamber, reaching the black-robed elder’s side in an instant, stabbing her short blade straight at his throat.

The black-robed elder seemed to have anticipated this, raising another hand, five fingers curled like hooks, reaching for Feng Jiuge’s blade.

Clang!

The short blade struck his palm, producing a metallic sound, yet it couldn’t penetrate a single bit.

Feng Jiuge’s expression changed drastically, hurriedly withdrawing.

But the black-robed elder gave her no opportunity, his five fingers closing, grabbing her dagger, giving a fierce yank.

Feng Jiuge felt a tremendous force pulling her, causing her to lunge forward; with quick battlefield acumen, she released her grip, abandoning the blade and retreating.

However, the black-robed elder moved with startling speed, bringing the other hand down, palm wind carrying dense black mist, filled with an oppressive weight.

Feng Jiuge had no room to evade, gritting her teeth to take the blow.

Boom!

The two palms collided, Feng Jiuge felt an overwhelming force surge within her, sending her flying like a severed kite, crashing heavily against the wall.

Spurt—

She coughed a mouthful of fresh blood, her face turning ghostly pale.

"Senior Sister!"

Yang Cheng’s face changed drastically, frantically attacking the black-robed elder with the Moon Golden Wheel, attempting to hold him off.

The black-robed elder paid no heed to the Moon Golden Wheel, allowing it to strike sparks on the black shield, as he turned towards Feng Jiuge.

"Little girl, your movement technique is commendable, but your cultivation is too weak."

He extended his hand, five fingers curled like hooks, reaching for Feng Jiuge’s throat.

Feng Jiuge leaned against the wall, her body wracked with pain, unable to move, watching in despair as the withered hand approached.

At the critical moment, a golden light suddenly burst forth, illuminating the chamber as bright as day.

The black-robed elder hesitated, turning to see Yang Cheng, whose Sun Golden Wheel erupted in dazzling golden light, materializing into a beam aimed at him.

"Hmm?"

The black-robed elder furrowed his brow, raising his hand to block.

Boom!

The beam struck his palm, forcing him back two steps, only two, but it was Yang Cheng’s first time pushing him back.

"Well, boy, I underestimated you."

A flash of anger appeared in the black-robed elder’s eyes, his hands forming seals, as the blood pool within the Bronze Tripod churned again, this time producing countless blood-red hands, reaching out towards Yang Cheng.

These blood-red hands were dense, overwhelming, leaving no place to hide.

"Yang Cheng, run!"

Feng Jiuge struggled to stand, gathering her strength to dash to his side, shouting, "We are no match for him!"

Yang Cheng knew they couldn’t continue the fight; the black-robed elder’s strength far exceeded theirs, continuing would spell disaster for both.

"Let’s go!"

He grabbed Feng Jiuge’s wrist, using the Moon Golden Wheel to block the black-robed elder behind them, while the Sun Golden Wheel guarded against attacks from the rear.