The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 533 Wu Yazi: Let me show you the pain I've endured all these years!
Ding Chunqiu screamed as he was thrown high into the air.

The cloud of five-colored poisonous smoke below suddenly exploded, and a violent gust of wind swept in all directions.

Not far away, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui waved their sleeves, and the billowing poisonous smoke that was rushing towards them immediately split into two paths, whistling past them from their left and right sides.

The five-colored poisonous smoke that blasted downwards transformed vast swathes of trees, leaves, and grass into bizarre phenomena of various foul, gray, black, and pale hues.

It was like a poisonous forbidden land shrouded in miasma and corroded by poison!
Wu Yazi, who reappeared, and the beautiful woman beside him with her face blurred, looked up at Ding Chunqiu high above.

The wind blew through their hair and fluttered their white clothes.

She was ethereal and otherworldly.

"You unfilial disciple, I will take back your martial arts today."

The two figures blurred for a moment, then suddenly merged into one, becoming Wuyazi.

He quickly rushed into the air, raising his right arm overhead.

He spread his fingers and positioned his palm towards the dazed Ding Chunqiu.

When Wu Yazi's figure approached within three zhang of Ding Chunqiu, a large amount of black energy immediately burst out from his palm.

They shot up in an arc, like a giant black bowl, aimed at Ding Chunqiu high above.

Just as the disheveled Ding Chunqiu regained his footing, he saw the giant black bowl falling down on him. His eyes widened in shock, and he cried out in terror, "Northern Darkness Divine Art!"

Back when he was still a disciple of Wu Yazi, he had witnessed the terrifying sight of his master using the Beiming Divine Art to fight his enemies.

Since then, he has been obsessed with the Northern Darkness Divine Skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect and has tried many times to get it from Wuyazi.

However, Wu Yazi gradually realized that his disciple was somewhat improper and began to be wary of him.

Subsequently
This led to the incident of attacking his master and betraying his sect.

It was precisely because he couldn't forget the Northern Darkness Divine Art that Ding Chunqiu combined his poison skills with his own in the years that followed to create the Dissolving Power Technique, a miraculous skill with half the power of the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

However, even if Ding Chunqiu was a martial arts genius, he was ultimately no match for Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Today, I unexpectedly met my master who was still alive. I used all my martial arts and poison skills, but I still couldn't defeat him. Instead, I was beaten badly and looked disheveled.

Seeing his master finally unleash the most powerful technique of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Beiming Divine Art, Ding Chunqiu panicked and his first thought was to dodge and run away.

Unfortunately, he set off a little too late, and he was also at a disadvantage in terms of speed.

Not far after flying upwards, the edge of the large black bowl rapidly approaching below had already surpassed Ding Chunqiu's height.

As Wu Yazi's pursuit intensified, the airflow around the edge of the black bowl resembled towering waves, tearing through the sky with a crashing sound before converging in an arc towards the center at a higher altitude.

This is the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

This is the water of the Northern Sea.

In the Northern Sea lies a vast and boundless ocean, where the Kunpeng can freely roam and play.

When it comes to the most powerful internal strength in martial arts, no other martial art can surpass it.

The crowd of martial arts practitioners watching the battle could clearly hear the sound of crashing waves.

Wow.
Black waves surged skyward, tracing arcs as they rose higher and higher from all directions.

The large black bowl gradually evolved into a giant black sphere.

"No"

"don't want."

I want to escape.

As the black waves were about to engulf him, Ding Chunqiu, who was struggling to surge upwards with all his might, had a look of despair on his face.

Boom~~~~!

The black waves, like a wall, finally merged together in the sky.

Near the summit of the majestic mountain, a black sphere several meters in diameter appeared in the sky.

The surface of the sphere was covered with undulating black waves, like the crashing of the sea – a truly astonishing sight.

"I will never accept my fate!"

The faint sound of Ding Chunqiu's hysterical roar could be heard from inside, filled with endless sorrow, resentment, and despair.

Bang!
The explosive sound of the air reverberated in the air.

On the surface of the huge black sphere, a large area suddenly bulged outwards, which was Ding Chunqiu's powerful attack from inside.

But the attack failed to penetrate that spot.

The waves on the surface of the black sphere are connected as one. When force is applied to one spot, it immediately spreads outwards like ripples on the surface of water, completely dissolving the force it receives.

Confined inside, Ding Chunqiu launched a series of ferocious attacks in all directions.

The surface of the black sphere rises and falls, revealing hills that ripple outwards in concentric circles.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art is dissolving all of Ding Chunqiu's attack power.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.
In a short period of time, Ding Chunqiu launched hundreds of attacks on the surrounding area.

The incredibly violent force continuously stirred up huge waves on the surface of the black sphere, but all to no avail.

The more Ding Chunqiu attacked, the more desperate he felt.

On the verge of death, Ding Chunqiu realized that his self-created Huagong Dafa was far inferior to the Beiming Divine Art.

Unable to compete!

Unable to resist!

He leaped to Wuyazi nearby, one hand behind his back, the other palm facing the black sphere not far away.

His expression was calm, but the five fingers of his right hand suddenly curled slightly inward.

The enormous black sphere, as it spun and undulated, suddenly collapsed inward by one ring.

Inside, Ding Chunqiu seemed to sense his impending doom, letting out an even more desperate roar, while simultaneously using techniques like the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique" to greatly enhance his attack power.

Ever since.

The waves bulging outwards from the surface of the black sphere, which had shrunk in size, became even more turbulent and towering.

However, the adhesion between those black waves was extremely strong, effectively blocking the attacks from within.

Even if some black waves are shaken away, they are instantly drawn back in.

Wu Yazi remained expressionless, and curled his right hand inward once more.

Boom!

A sound like muffled thunder.

The enormous black sphere collapsed inwards once more.

Its power thus becomes more concentrated and profound.

inside.

In his hysterical outburst, Ding Chunqiu's attacks could no longer generate much momentum.

Wu Yazi continued to bend his right hand fingers inward by one point.

With another loud bang, the black sphere collapsed inward, becoming a circle three zhang in diameter.

The martial arts practitioners watching from the surrounding hilltops stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Their eyes twitched, their cheeks trembled, and even their nostrils and mouths were agape to the limit of their facial expressions.

The shock they felt was unparalleled.

Too many doubts, surprises, and shocks were stuck inside her, but she couldn't say them because of her slightly trembling body.

Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of Xingxiu, has been a formidable figure in the martial arts world for decades. His unique Dissolving Power Technique and unparalleled poison skills have instilled fear in people, who have long since retreated in fear.

Such a renowned figure, is he destined to perish here today?
just
How can this be?

How could such a top expert who had cultivated to the Heavenly Realm perish so easily?

But when they thought that Xingxiu Laoguai's opponent was Xingxiu Laoguai's master, they felt that everything was so reasonable and logical.

But do they really think that way?
The group of martial arts practitioners were in a daze, their emotions fluctuating wildly.

The leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect.
The master of Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of the Star Constellation.
Is it really that powerful? Is it really that invincible?

With martial arts skills reaching such a level, who in the world could be his opponent?

Just as everyone was wavering, another muffled thunderclap boomed in their ears.

The black sphere high in the sky collapsed inward once more, shrinking to a size of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

To the martial arts practitioners on the nearby hilltops, the black sphere had become so small that Ding Chunqiu inside had lost all room to maneuver.

Ding Chunqiu, trapped inside, was indeed in such a desperate situation.

His attacks were consistently unable to shake the surrounding black spheres.

Because of the rotation and flow of the black sphere, all the power of the attacks on it was dissolved and absorbed, turning into part of the black sphere.

The extraordinary power of the Northern Darkness Divine Art in absorbing the internal energy of others was on full display at this moment.

Without hesitation, Wu Yazi bent his fingers again, almost forming a loose fist with all five fingers.

The black sphere collapsed again, growing to about ten feet in size.

A muffled groan came from inside.

at this time.

Wu Yazi's curled-up fingers suddenly opened and began to gently pluck them like lotus flowers.

Not far away, a rapidly spinning black sphere twisted and changed amidst a rustling sound, forming a swirling black vortex.

Ding Chunqiu's figure finally reappeared before everyone's eyes.

He was helplessly swept up and engulfed by the black vortex, spinning around in a daze, unable to escape.

Streams of multicolored energy flowed continuously from his body, merging into the black vortex like drops of water entering the sea.

That was the Northern Darkness Divine Art drawing upon the potent poisonous internal energy within Ding Chunqiu's body.

Those colorful, even multicolored streams of energy flowed from every acupoint on Ding Chunqiu's body.
It diffused from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other orifices.
Ding Chunqiu, whose power was forcibly drained by the Northern Darkness Divine Art, let out a painful wail.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art, one of the three great divine arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect, is the most powerful and miraculous, and only the sect leader can practice it.

With the concept of embracing all rivers, it absorbs the inner strength of others, allowing cultivators to quickly accumulate immense power in a very short time.

In the process of absorbing the inner strength of others.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art can be as gentle as water, flowing softly and thinly, allowing for painless extraction from the enemy.

Even after all his internal energy was gone, the man was only weak and powerless.

Once he regains his strength, he can live as an ordinary person.

but.

When a practitioner of the Northern Darkness Divine Art harbors deep hatred for a particular enemy, he can become incredibly ruthless while absorbing that enemy's internal energy.

Forcibly depriving them!

The entire process was like pulling out tendons and bones, separating flesh and blood, causing the enemy unbearable pain.

nowadays.

Ding Chunqiu was subjected to such brutal treatment.

Wu Yazi commanded the black vortex to forcibly strip Ding Chunqiu of his internal energy. The process was like being torn apart by a thousand knives, and Ding Chunqiu let out a shrill wail of pain.

"Ah~~~!"

"Spare me!"

"Master, spare me!"

"Disciple was wrong, disciple will never dare to do it again!"

"Spare me! Master, please, spare me!"

Wu Yazi remained unmoved by Ding Chunqiu's cries and pleas for mercy.

For decades, he hid in a cave, enduring the pain of broken bones and torn tendons every day.

Now, he is making this wicked disciple experience the same suffering he endured.

Only by doing this can the overwhelming hatred that has accumulated in my heart for so many years be dissipated even a little.

above the sky.

The black vortex, like the drum of a washing machine, spun Ding Chunqiu around like a top, and as a result, it "threw" out more colorful air currents from his body.

Ding Chunqiu's face, barely visible, bruised and swollen, with bumps on his forehead, twisted and contorted in agony from the excruciating pain of having his skin peeled off, becoming unrecognizable.

He wailed for a full quarter of an hour before finally calming down as his internal energy was completely drained.

Wu Yazi waved his hand.

The black vortex suddenly calmed down, transforming into gentle, flowing streams of black water that carried Ding Chunqiu, who was convulsing, with a crooked mouth and eyes and a vacant stare, down the mountainside.

When it's close to the ground.

The black currents transformed into streams of wind, swirling and dancing as they soared into the sky before dissipating into nothingness.

The power of this Northern Darkness Divine Art stripped away and absorbed Ding Chunqiu's internal energy. Who knows if the poisonous smoke and gas covering Ding Chunqiu's body have completely dissipated?

In any case, Wu Yazi could not possibly retract that power into his body.

For a top expert in the Heavenly Realm, although the power lost is enormous, given enough time, it can be quickly replenished from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

boom!
Ding Chunqiu fell to the ground.

The pain caused by the violent tremor made him scream again, and his dazed and distorted face finally came back to its senses.

He felt the emptiness in his meridians and dantian.

Feeling the pain signals transmitted from my limbs and bones to my brain.

They let out desperate cries of disbelief.

"Ah~~~!"

"My internal energy~~~!"

"My martial arts skills~~~!"

"I've become a useless person."

Lying on the ground, unable to move like a dead dog, Ding Chunqiu howled as he looked at his master, Wu Yazi, who was slowly descending in front of him. His eyes were filled with hatred, resentment, annoyance, unwillingness, and regret.
"Master, how cruel you are!"

"You not only stole my internal energy, which I had painstakingly cultivated for many years, but you also broke all the bones and tendons in my body."

"Ahhh! Kill me! Kill me!"

"Kill me, Master!"

Wu Yazi coldly stared at Ding Chunqiu, who had ordered him to kill him, and said indifferently, "You wicked disciple, when you ambushed me, I fell off a cliff, and my condition was just like yours now, with all my bones broken, on the verge of death."

"I have endured this excruciating pain for decades, and you, my wretched disciple, can't even bear it after experiencing it for a short time?!"

"You've truly disgraced your teacher!"

Ding Chunqiu's cheeks twitched in pain, but he also heard his master Wu Yazi's words.

However, he paid no attention to the suffering his master endured after he knocked him off the cliff; instead, a strange light shone in his lifeless eyes.

His tone, which had initially been one of seeking only a quick death, suddenly shifted, and he began to plead.

"Master, is there really a cure for this kind of injury?"

"Master, save me, I don't want to die!"

"Please, Master, save me!"

"For the sake of our past relationship as master and disciple, please at least let your disciple live a normal life and spend the rest of his days in peace!"

Immediately afterward, before Wuyazi could respond to his plea for help, his expression suddenly changed, and a look of deep horror flashed in his eyes.

next moment.

Even more agonizing screams echoed through the mountains!

(End of this chapter)