Hunting God Era

Chapter 175 The Power of the Ruyi (4k)

At the bottom of the mountain stream, turbid floodwaters surged and roared through the huge chasm, creating a deafening roar, before flowing straight into the sea.

The swirling mist filled the mountain streams and valleys, and a distinct chill began to emanate from it.

On this chaotic shallow mudflat, the deep black aura surrounding Li Ye was no longer a disordered mist, but under the mysterious control of his authority, it suddenly condensed and took shape, becoming a ferocious and majestic black armor that covered his muscular body.

The armor is neither gold nor iron; it is formed from the power of 'Slaying Evil', the corruption condensed from the authority of 'Devouring Ghosts', and his own martial arts skills.

Its surface flows with a dark luster, and the joints reveal subtle yet intricate and mysterious patterns, as if it contains the power to suppress mountains and seas.

The armor plates clung to Li Ye's muscle lines, resembling some kind of leather suit; just one glance was enough to give the impression of overwhelming power.

The moment the armor was donned, Li Ye's aura suddenly became as ferocious and powerful as an ancient beast from the abyss. He abruptly lowered his head, and the black mist on his face transformed into a hideous mask. His head, like a battering ram, crashed into Fang Luo, who was standing right next to him, with a whistling force.

boom!
A deep, chilling roar exploded within the mountain ravine. Fang Luo's half-illusory body, enveloped by the flowing wind, was actually forced to solidify a bit under the violent impact.

His head snapped back at an exaggerated angle, his neck bones making a sharp, teeth-grinding sound, and he staggered uncontrollably backward, the muddy water beneath his feet splashing everywhere.

The intense pain and dizziness instantly overwhelmed Fang Luo's mind, disrupting the flow of his supernatural powers. He was about to instinctively cry out in pain, but the next moment, his voice was overwhelmed by an even louder roar.

Li Ye's movements were faster than the limits of visual perception. The hand he was holding tightly to Fang Luo's wrist, covered in black armor, suddenly loosened, his five fingers like hooks, and deep black energy instantly condensed in his palm. With a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, it slammed into the center of Fang Luo's chest.

Boom!

The roar was like muffled thunder rolling deep inside the mountain, or like a ten-thousand-foot dam collapsing suddenly.

Where his palm landed, a visible shockwave suddenly spread across Fang Luo's chest, forcefully pressing a huge, instantly dried-up crater into the murky water around his feet!

Fang Luo's body trembled violently at a high frequency, as if his internal organs were being gripped and violently churned by an invisible hand.

His eyes bulged out, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and a large mouthful of warm blood mixed with fragments of internal organs was about to spurt out.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Li Ye's other demonic claw came crashing down like a mountain, aimed straight at Fang Luotian's head.

boom!
Another heavy, dull blow struck, and Fang Luo's head swayed wildly with even greater force, like a rock being pounded by a giant wave.

Blood instantly seeped from his seven orifices, and his vision blurred as stars danced before his eyes, plunging him into complete darkness.

I felt as if my skull was about to shatter, and my soul was violently tossed about by this attack, like a small boat in a storm.

Immediately afterwards, the hand that had been patting his chest lifted up and then slammed down, striking another vital spot on his body.

The arms covered by the Fiend-Slaying Armor, along with Li Ye himself, completely disappeared in front of Fang Luo, only to reappear like ghosts at various vital points on Fang Luo's body in the next instant.

Under the ribs, back of the heart, lower abdomen, spinal joints...

Each flash was accompanied by a dull, drum-like, and heavy, meteor-like explosion.

boom!
boom!
Bang bang bang boom!

The attacks were so rapid and intense, like a storm, with no respite whatsoever.

Li Yexue's martial arts skills are not as simple as just incorporating a Great Handprint. He used to only use the Great Handprint because it was the most powerful, but now that he has obtained the Dharma Seed, things are different.

When the Heavenly Origin Rank is fully achieved, the 100,000 martial arts skills will also transform into their complete form, becoming the true Six Extremes World-Suppressing Dragon and Tiger Fiend!

His mastery of the essence of 100,000 martial arts techniques was perfectly integrated into the terrifying power and speed granted by this armor.

Each strike landed precisely on the most vulnerable point of the human body, and each contact was imbued with the immense power of the true essence of the Dharma Seed. It contained the shock force of a landslide and the continuous impact of a flood. Through the armor, it was like countless invisible steel needles, frantically drilling into Fang Luo's meridians, bones, and internal organs!
Fang Luo's body was completely turned into a broken drum, trembling violently under Li Ye's inhuman and ferocious attacks.

The aura emanating from his body had long been dispersed by Li Ye's punches and kicks, and his body was as fragile as rotten wood crumbling. Blood gushed out like a fountain from the wounds that burst open all over his body, instantly turning him into a miserable, blood-soaked figure.

"Heh, heh"

Fang Luo could only let out a weak, painful hiss, his eyes filled not only with disbelief but also with fear.

A majestic being of the Four Realms, riding the wind, a martial artist who wields supernatural powers and looks down upon the mortal world!
How could he be so easily crushed like a sandbag by a junior who had just entered the third realm of Heavenly Origin?!
What is this jet-black armor? And what kind of evil magic is this power to grasp the wind?
At this moment, he was also confused. The shadow of death, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed Fang Luo's will.

If this continues, he'll be beaten to a pulp before the other person even turns into mincemeat!
"Go away!"

The instinct for survival overwhelmed all terror, and in the instant his consciousness completely blurred, Fang Luo let out a desperate roar like a dying beast.

hum! !

A violently slicing current of air suddenly exploded outwards from Fang Luo's mangled body.

The airflow was like billions of invisible, sharp razors, instantly cutting everything within a radius of several feet around him—the murky shallow water, silt, gravel, and all other tangible objects—into the finest powder.

The air was also torn apart by the airflow, producing a sharp whistling sound that could pierce eardrums.

This sudden surge of air finally caused a very brief pause in Li Ye's smooth and ferocious combo.

His armored arms were crossed in front of him, and the dense airflow scraped against the black armor, creating countless dazzling sparks and emitting a hissing sound that made one's teeth ache.

Although he failed to break through the armor's defenses, the enormous impact did force him back a small step.

In that fleeting moment, Fang Luo grasped at the last straw and was violently pushed backward and upward by the recoil force generated by the ignition airflow.

His shattered body became illusory and blurry once again, with a large amount of turbulent air currents frantically swirling around him, forming a powerful upward vortex.

The vortex carried his almost inhuman body, propelling him upwards at an extreme speed toward the mountain crevice above.

"huh, huh"

Fang Luo's violent breathing was like a broken bellows, each breath carrying a strong smell of blood and the pain of his lungs being torn apart.

His vision was already blurred, sustained only by a strong will to survive.

fast!
Faster!
Once he flies out of this ravine, he will have a chance to escape far away, thanks to the cover of the mountain!

As long as he has a breath left, as long as he lives, he will recover!

At this point, he no longer cared about the Four Realms or anything like that, nor did he have any thoughts about not being good at close combat.

He cannot compare to those martial artists who specialize in physical combat and killing; they are not the kind of people who can be fooled by those at the third realm.

Even if he was a Tianyuan, he was a Tianyuan rank who had just swallowed the seed of law. He probably didn't even know what the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and the Five Qi Connecting to the Divine meant. Yet, this guy beat him to the point of near death.

This is a monster! "Oh?"

Below, Li Ye steadied himself. His face, covered by a mask, showed no expression, except for a faint look of surprise in his eyes peeking through the gaps in the mask.

If they were in the same realm, he would have killed them with a single palm strike long ago; how come they're still alive after all this?
"Martial artists at the fourth realm are generally tougher than others, like cockroaches. However..."

You can't escape.

Li Ye's gaze swept over the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which was stuck diagonally in the mud beside him. He didn't even bend down; he simply raised his right hand, covered by a black arm guard, and the longsword with a spine-like design on its back emitted a clear, melodious hum as it flew into his palm.

Li Ye gripped his sword and casually pointed his arm upwards in the direction Fang Luo was fleeing for his life.

"long."

There was no earth-shattering display, only a crystal-clear white sword light, refined to the extreme, like lightning piercing the darkness, suddenly bursting forth from the tip of the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Silent and still, yet tearing through the air and piercing the sky!

The magic weapon itself can extend, but under the power of Ruyi, in addition to extending, it is now faster and stronger than ever before!
In the sky, Fang Luo's figure, enveloped by turbulent air currents, shot past the dark mountain crevices and rock walls like an arrow released from a bow.

The light overhead grew closer and closer, the mountain breeze filled my nostrils, and the exit was right in front of me!

"what?"

Just as he was about to reach the mouth of the mountain crevice, a soft exclamation suddenly rang out from ahead, carrying a hint of allure.

Above the mountain crevice, at the edge of the gap.

A graceful figure quietly peeked out, casting a curious and scrutinizing gaze down into the deep ravine below, which instantly transformed into astonishment and horror.

The woman's alluring voice held a hint of disbelief, "Fang Xingzou?"

A figure, enveloped in chaotic air currents and covered in blood, almost unrecognizable, was seen rushing desperately toward the gap where she was, like a stray dog.

Isn't that Fang Luo?

In her opinion, Fang Luo's appearance was even more miserable than if he had been ravaged by a group of demons. This was a fourth realm cultivator, and to force a fourth realm divine being into such a desperate situation, it seemed that Pan Yao was quite troublesome.

But upon seeing him, the woman also began to have some calculations in her mind.

At least he was able to escape alive, and the local demons weren't that difficult to deal with.

"Fairy Ning!"

Fang Luo also saw the woman at the edge of the gap, and his blurry eyes instantly burst with the wild joy of a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

He didn't even bother to think about why the other person was there; he just used his last bit of strength to stretch his arm upwards with a scream as shrill as a ghost's wail:
"Please help me out of the friendship that we are all disciples of the same sect. I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Saved!
As fellow members of the "cooperative faction" in China, they still have some camaraderie, though not much, but lending a hand at this time is definitely not a problem.

As long as he survives, he will report to the sect. No matter what, he will never swallow this loss like this!

The woman surnamed Ning smiled gently, with just the right amount of concern, and said softly, "You look so disheveled. You'll have to explain things to me properly later."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, her fair and delicate hand reaching down to offer assistance.

"Of course, me."

Fang Luo felt relieved upon hearing the other party's agreement, and words of joy spilled out.

puff!
A faint yet chilling sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out.

Fang Luo's forward-rushing figure suddenly froze in mid-air, as if nailed down by invisible nails.

The look of ecstasy on his face froze, replaced by utter bewilderment and disbelief. He slowly, with great difficulty, lowered his head to look at his chest.

A sword tip, flashing with a chilling white light, pierced through his left chest, right where his heart was, without warning.

A drop of crimson blood was slowly sliding down the tip of the sword.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The woman's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, her alluring smile vanished, her pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and a bone-chilling cold instantly shot from her spine to the top of her head.

"Uh"

Fang Luo let out a broken gasp, his eyes quickly becoming unfocused.

Bang! !

The next instant, the tip of the sword that had pierced Fang Luo's chest suddenly exploded. The sword tip that had pierced through his chest expanded and grew in size like an inflated balloon, at a speed and scale that completely defied common sense!

In the blink of an eye, that small sword tip had transformed into a gigantic, terrifying giant sword large enough to fill half of the mountain crevice.

Fang Luo's upper body, along with the frozen expression of astonishment on his face, crumbled completely before the suddenly expanding giant sword, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, without even having time to let out a scream.

Only his two crippled legs below the waist remained, and after losing their support, they fell helplessly into the dark depths of the ravine below.

The massive blade almost filled the woman's entire field of vision, with the tip just a few feet from her delicate nose. A bloody, metallic chill wafted towards her.

The next instant, the giant sword rapidly contracted like the receding tide, transforming back into a cold white light, and flashed back into the dark mountain ravine below, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Only the edge of the gash remained, with a few drops of warm blood splattered there, and the thick, pungent smell of blood in the air.

Only when the deadly sword light disappeared did the woman suddenly shudder, disregarding all decorum and not daring to look down at the deep mountain ravine again.

He transformed into a streak of light and flew away in the opposite direction from the mountain stream without looking back.

Below, the murky waters of the mountain stream still flowed swiftly.

Li Ye raised his hand and looked at the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which had returned to its original form and was now quietly in his hand covered by black armor. With just a slight movement, the sword emitted a soft hum.

The blood droplets on the sword also evaporated and disappeared quickly at this moment, leaving no trace.

The sword reflected his own image, now covered by the ferocious armor, and beneath the mask, a cold, satisfied smile slowly curved Li Ye's lips.

This power is excellent!
(End of this chapter)