kvmb Chapter 169 Heavenly Flames
Chapter 169 Heavenly Flames
The heavy smell of blood had not yet dissipated, but the mountains and forests suddenly lost their color.
The sky, which had been clear just moments before, was now as dark as if it had been splashed with ink, so gloomy it was unsettling.
Looking at this strange celestial phenomenon, Zhuang Yu felt a strange unease welling up in his heart.
He instinctively pulled Wang Yao to his side, his arms tightly encircling her slender shoulders.
"Yao'er, don't be afraid." His voice was deep and powerful, trying to dispel the sudden fear.
Wang Yao nodded gently, but couldn't help but clench Zhuang Yu's sleeve tightly.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The wind stopped, the leaves ceased rustling, and even the distant babbling of the stream vanished. The world seemed to stand still, leaving only a suffocating silence.
Zhuang Yu did not rashly use his spiritual power to investigate the anomalies in the sky.
His years of experience in cultivating immortality told him that the more seemingly calm the anomaly, the greater the hidden danger behind it.
He carefully observed his surroundings, trying to find any clues.
Several sparrows that had been chirping merrily on the branches suddenly took flight in panic and fled into the distance.
The plants and trees in the forest began to tremble slightly, as if they were afraid of something.
Even the soil beneath our feet seemed to emanate an uneasy restlessness.
Wang Yao's breathing became rapid. She pressed herself tightly against Zhuang Yu, feeling the warmth emanating from him, which reassured her somewhat.
She looked up at the increasingly dark sky.
"Young master, what's wrong?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Zhuang Yu did not answer. His sharp gaze swept over everything around him, taking in every subtle change.
He sensed that the flow of spiritual energy around him had also changed, becoming chaotic and violent, like a storm about to erupt.
Suddenly, he frowned and his gaze fell on a rock not far away.
The rock, which was originally smooth, is now covered with fine cracks, as if it could crumble at any moment.
"Could it be..." Zhuang Yu murmured softly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, "that this is not a natural disaster..."
He suddenly turned to look at Wang Yao and said in a deep voice, "Yao'er, hold on tight to me!" Zhuang Yu's gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, sweeping over every inch of the surrounding land.
He keenly sensed the abnormal flow of spiritual energy in the air; the frenzied fluctuations were not naturally formed, but rather resembled some kind of artificially manipulated formation.
He recalled the ancient books he had read in the mysterious space, which recorded a formation called "Celestial Phenomenon Mystery". Once activated, this formation could distort the heavens and the earth, obscure the sun and the moon, and create an apocalyptic scene.
He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately concluded that the strange phenomenon before him was caused by this formation.
He dared not delay and quickly searched his mind for ways to break the formation.
Those obscure and difficult-to-understand runes and array diagrams now appeared clearly before his eyes.
He joined two fingers together, his spiritual power surging, and quickly drew complex runes in front of him.
As he moved, the surrounding spiritual energy began to subtly change.
The previously chaotic spiritual energy, as if it had found its home, began to flow in a regular pattern.
The darkness in the sky seemed to be drawn by some force, gradually thinning out.
The oppressive air gradually began to flow again, and even the babbling of the distant stream returned, as if the world had regained its vitality.
Just as Wang Yao smiled with delight, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over.
Dark shadows surged out from the depths of the earth, instantly transforming into dozens of puppets, each three meters tall.
These puppets were cast entirely from black iron, exuding a strong aura of malevolence, with eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets.
They walked with heavy steps, each step sending dust flying.
"Watch out!" Zhuang Yu shouted, shielding Wang Yao behind him. He condensed his spiritual energy in his hand, transforming it into a sharp sword aura, and slashed at the nearest puppet.
The sword energy, like lightning slicing through the night sky, struck the puppet's chest with pinpoint accuracy, producing a loud "clang," but leaving only a shallow mark on the puppet's body.
These puppets have such amazing defensive capabilities!
Zhuang Yu's heart sank.
He moved swiftly, dodging the puppet's attack.
The puppets swung their enormous arms, slamming them down on him with tremendous force. Each attack was like a mountain, causing the surrounding air to groan in agony.
Zhuang Yu dared not confront them head-on, and could only rely on his agility to weave through the gaps between the puppets, constantly unleashing sword energy in his hand, trying to find the puppets' weaknesses.
However, these puppets seem to have no sense of pain, let alone any vital organs.
Although their attacks were clumsy, they were extremely powerful, forcing Zhuang Yu to deal with them with caution.
The puppets' attacks rained down, forcing Zhuang Yu to divert his attention to protecting Wang Yao behind him.
He felt a burning pain as the puppet's fist grazed his body.
The surrounding land was smashed into deep craters by the puppets' attacks, with debris flying everywhere, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Just as Zhuang Yu was pondering a solution, Wang Yao's voice rang out behind him: "Young Master, I..."
Before Wang Yao could finish speaking, a puppet swung its giant arm and swept across.
Zhuang Yu couldn't dodge in time and could only watch helplessly as the giant arm attacked Wang Yao.
At the critical moment, he suddenly pushed Wang Yao away, but took the blow himself.
"Young Master!" Wang Yao exclaimed in shock, watching as Zhuang Yu was sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The puppets' attacks did not stop; they moved with heavy steps, approaching the fallen Zhuang Yu.
Wang Yao suppressed her fear, struggled to get up, stood in front of Zhuang Yu, and spread her arms, trying to protect him with her frail body.
"Get out of the way!" A puppet swung its fist at Wang Yao. She couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the wind from the punch. Her petite body flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily several feet away.
"Yao'er!" Zhuang Yu's eyes were bloodshot. Seeing Wang Yao injured, his heart felt as if it were being torn apart.
He struggled to his feet.
The surrounding trees snapped and crackled under the aftershocks of his spiritual power.
The spiritual energy in his hands was like boiling magma, radiating a scorching heat.
"Young Master, I'm alright..." Wang Yao endured the pain and struggled to sit up. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper, but she still gave Zhuang Yu a weak smile.
Seeing her feigned strength, Zhuang Yu felt even more guilty.
He staggered to Wang Yao's side, helped her up, and asked with concern, "Yao'er, how are you?"
“I’m fine, young master, you don’t need to worry…” Wang Yao’s voice was weak, but it still carried a hint of comfort.
Looking at her pale face, Zhuang Yu was filled with emotion and self-reproach.
He held Wang Yao's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her palm, and his eyes became firm and resolute.
"Yao'er, don't worry, I will definitely protect you!" His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the air like a vow.
He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and concentrated all his spiritual energy...
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
Within his dantian, spiritual energy surged and roared like a raging sea, rushing out along his meridians and converging between his palms.
He suddenly opened his eyes, which gleamed with dazzling golden light.
He uttered a low shout: "Heavenly Blazing Flames!"
A burst of blazing golden flame erupted from his palm, instantly transforming into a roaring fire dragon that swept towards the puppets.
Wherever the fire dragon passed, the air seemed to be burned away, crackling and popping.
The puppets emitted a sharp metallic scraping sound, but they could not withstand the terrifying high temperature. They melted and deformed, eventually turning into pools of molten iron that sank to the ground.
A wave of scorching heat hit her face, and Wang Yao instinctively closed her eyes, feeling a strong gust of hot air brush against her face.
She heard a deafening roar, and the ground trembled violently.
After a while, everything calmed down.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the puppets around her had disappeared without a trace, leaving only charred marks on the ground and a pungent metallic smell in the air.
Zhuang Yu stood before her, his figure as upright as a pine tree, his clothes fluttering, like a god descending to earth.
He slowly withdrew his palms, his face slightly pale, but his eyes were unusually firm.
He walked to Wang Yao's side, gently picked her up, and handled her with the tenderness of a precious piece of porcelain.
"Yao'er, it's alright." His deep voice sounded in her ear, carrying a hint of tenderness and concern.
Wang Yao nestled in his arms, feeling his warm embrace and strong heartbeat, and her heart was filled with a sense of security.
She nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
Zhuang Yu carried Wang Yao and slowly walked forward.
The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
In the distance, a stream murmurs, and birds sing merrily in the branches; everything seems so peaceful and serene.
Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly stopped.
He frowned slightly, feeling a mysterious force beckoning him, as if from the depths of distant time and space, making him involuntarily want to explore it.
He looked down at Wang Yao in his arms.
"Yao'er..." he began softly, but hesitated to speak.