kvmb Chapter 148 Good opportunity
Chapter 148 Good opportunity
A colossal figure slowly emerged from the depths of the valley, like an ancient giant awakening, exuding a suffocating aura.
Its body is covered with blue scales that shimmer with a metallic luster, each scale as hard as a shield.
On its enormous head, a pair of golden eyes emitted a cold light, as if they could see through everything.
Its thick limbs were like pillars supporting the sky, and with each step it took, the earth trembled slightly.
It is the guardian of the spiritual veins—the spirit.
The appearance of the spirit caused the atmosphere in the valley to freeze instantly.
Zhuang Yu and Tian Yuanzi, who were engaged in fierce combat, as well as the Lingxiao Sect members who were watching from the sidelines, all stopped what they were doing and stared nervously at the suddenly appearing behemoth.
Alarm bells rang in Zhuang Yu's mind.
This oppressive force far surpassed that of the early Nascent Soul stage, and was even stronger than any enemy he had ever encountered.
He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his hand gripping the spirit sword tightened involuntarily.
"A good opportunity!" Tian Yuanzi's black palm print, carrying a sharp gust of wind, went straight for Zhuang Yu's back.
However, Zhuang Yu was already prepared.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he dodged the fatal blow at the last second.
At the same time, he swung his hand back, and a golden sword aura shot towards Tian Yuanzi like lightning.
"What?!" Tian Yuanzi was shocked. He hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to be able to maintain such a sharp reaction under such powerful pressure.
He frantically dodged, but was still grazed by the sword energy on his shoulder, his clothes torn and blood splattering.
"Hiss—" The onlookers gasped.
Despite facing such a powerful guardian of the spiritual vein, Zhuang Yu was still able to evade Tian Yuanzi's sneak attack and even launch a counterattack. This strength is truly astonishing.
"Damn brat!" Tian Yuanzi clutched his injured shoulder, his face terribly grim.
Zhuang Yu's expression was solemn as he glanced back and forth between Ling and Tian Yuanzi, quickly calculating a countermeasure in his mind.
Suddenly, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, and he murmured, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind..."
Elder Feng, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, narrowed his eyes and seized the opportunity, shouting sharply, "Attack together and take him down!" Disciple A and Disciple B, upon receiving the order, immediately surrounded and attacked Zhuang Yu again.
Disciple A wielded a giant axe, and with each swing, a gust of wind howled, as if he were about to cleave Zhuang Yu in two.
Disciple B then summoned a flying sword, its light flashing as it coiled around Zhuang Yu like a serpent.
Surrounded by the three attackers, Zhuang Yu felt the pressure increase dramatically.
He dodged the giant axe's blows while parrying the flying sword attacks, his figure moving as elusive as a ghost.
Each collision produced a deafening roar and stirred up gusts of wind.
He felt a slight numbness in his arm, a dull ache in the web of his hand, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Wang Yao watched anxiously from the side.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she was powerless to do anything.
She could only watch helplessly as Zhuang Yu was surrounded and attacked, silently praying that he would be safe and sound.
The air around seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.
Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly felt the spiritual energy surging within his body, and an unprecedented realization welled up in his heart.
In the nick of time, he quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
"Golden light shines like the sun, thunder shakes the heavens!"
With a low shout, a dazzling golden light burst forth from Zhuang Yu's body, illuminating the entire valley like the sun.
At the same time, bursts of thunder resounded through the sky, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
Golden light and lightning intertwined, forming a powerful energy storm that instantly neutralized the attacks of disciples A and B.
Caught off guard, the two were blasted away by the powerful force, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
They stared at Zhuang Yu in horror. Just moments ago, Zhuang Yu had been surrounded and nearly killed by the three of them, but now he exuded a powerful and awe-inspiring aura.
Zhuang Yu stood proudly, his clothes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by golden light, like a god descending to earth.
His eyes were sharp, and a confident smile played on his lips.
Upon seeing this, Elder Feng's expression changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "You..."
When Elder Feng saw that his disciples A and B had been defeated by Zhuang Yu in one move, his expression changed drastically. He knew that he could no longer stand idly by.
He flashed, becoming a blur, and instantly appeared in front of Zhuang Yu.
"Arrogant brat, stop your madness!" Elder Feng roared, unleashing both palms, a surge of immense spiritual power rushing towards Zhuang Yu like a tidal wave.
This spiritual energy carried a chilling aura, as if it wanted to freeze everything around it.
Zhuang Yu suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat, and an immense pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He quickly circulated his spiritual power, forming a golden shield in front of him.
With a deafening roar, Elder Feng's palm strike slammed into the golden shield.
The golden shield trembled violently, rippling outwards, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Zhuang Yu felt a tremendous force impacting his body, as if his internal organs had shifted. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and vomited a mouthful of blood.
He staggered back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.
Elder Feng's palm strike contained the Lingxiao Sect's unique technique—the Ice Soul Divine Palm—which was incredibly powerful and difficult for even cultivators of the same level to withstand.
Although Zhuang Yu was quite strong, he was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Faced with Elder Feng's full-force attack, he still felt powerless.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, his mind in turmoil.
Should we confront them head-on, or temporarily avoid their sharp edge?
If they fight head-on, the chances of winning are slim, and they might even lose their lives.
But if he chose to run away, he was somewhat unwilling. He had come this far with great difficulty, so why should he just give up?
Just as he was hesitating, a soft little hand gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.
He turned his head and saw that Wang Yao had run to his side at some point, tightly clutching his clothes, her eyes full of worry.
Seeing the worried look in Wang Yao's eyes, Zhuang Yu's heart softened.
He gently patted Wang Yao's hand and gave her a reassuring look.
He took a deep breath. No matter what, he had to protect Wang Yao and never let her get hurt.
“Zhuang Yu…” Wang Yao’s voice trembled slightly as she gripped Zhuang Yu’s clothes tightly, as if she had grasped a lifeline.
Zhuang Yu didn't speak, but smiled gently and gave her a firm look.
Then, he suddenly raised his head, staring directly at Elder Feng, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.
"If you want to hurt her, you'll have to get past me first!" Zhuang Yu's voice was cold and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority.
He slowly raised the spirit sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Elder Feng, and a sharp sword intent soared into the sky.
Elder Feng sneered and said, "Overestimating yourself!" He raised his palms again, preparing to launch an attack.
Just then, Zhuang Yu's lips suddenly curled up slightly, revealing a strange smile.
He said in a low voice, "The game has only just begun..."
Zhuang Yu flashed and shot into the depths of the valley like an arrow released from a bow.
Elder Feng's attack missed its target, crashing heavily against the mountainside, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere.
"Damn brat!" Elder Feng roared, his figure chasing closely behind.
The valley has a complex terrain, with jagged rocks and towering ancient trees.
With his familiarity with the terrain, Zhuang Yu moved freely through the valley, as agile as a monkey.
He would sometimes skirt around the boulders, sometimes leap onto the treetops, and sometimes dart into the bushes. Elder Feng's attacks missed time and time again, but he could never touch him.
"This kid... is so slippery!" Elder Feng gritted his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do.
As the dignified leader of the Lingxiao Sect and a Nascent Soul stage expert, he was completely outmaneuvered by a mere Nascent Soul stage youth, causing him to lose all face.
The onlookers were stunned. They never expected Zhuang Yu to be so clever as to use the terrain to his advantage and outmaneuver Elder Feng.
Wang Yao watched with her heart pounding. She clenched her fists tightly, her palms sweating.
Although she knew Zhuang Yu was quite strong, she was also worried that he might get hurt.
While dodging Elder Feng's attacks, Zhuang Yu observed the surrounding terrain, searching for an opportunity to break through.
He discovered a natural formation deep within the valley. If he could lure Elder Feng into the formation, it might be possible to turn the tide.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Yu deliberately slowed down to lure Elder Feng into giving chase.
Elder Feng was indeed fooled, thinking that Zhuang Yu was exhausted, so he increased his speed, wanting to take him down in one fell swoop.
Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
He flashed and entered the formation.
Elder Feng followed closely behind and also entered the formation.
The moment Elder Feng entered the formation, Zhuang Yu suddenly activated it.
Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed; the once lush valley instantly transformed into a barren desert.
Elder Feng suddenly felt dizzy, as if he were in an illusion.
"What's going on?" Elder Feng was startled and quickly steadied himself, cautiously observing his surroundings.
Just then, Zhuang Yu's voice came from all directions: "Elder Feng, welcome to my world!"
Elder Feng's expression changed drastically; he realized he had fallen into Zhuang Yu's trap.
He looked around, only to find that Zhuang Yu had disappeared.
"Damn brat, get out here!" Elder Feng roared, unleashing both palms with immense spiritual power in an attempt to break the formation.
However, this formation was passed down from ancient times and is extremely powerful. How could a Nascent Soul cultivator like him easily break it?
His attack landed on the formation, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.
Just then, a mysterious restriction suddenly appeared around the spiritual vein, emitting a dazzling light that enveloped the entire valley.
The runes on the barrier flickered erratically, as if they contained some kind of powerful force.
Upon seeing this, Elder Feng's expression changed drastically once again.
He stopped attacking, his gaze fixed intently on the barrier.
"What...what is this?" Elder Feng murmured to himself.
At the same time, Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao also saw the suddenly appearing restriction.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.
"Could it be..." Zhuang Yu's eyes flashed with surprise as he whispered, "It's it..."