Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 243 Today, none of them will leave alive!
Before Zhang Huaiyi could dodge, a silent butterfly blade slashed open his right shoulder, causing him to freeze in mid-air.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the "Tiger-Binding Cage" in front of him immediately contracted, and thorny vines coiled around his legs like venomous snakes.

Wang Chuan's face had just shown a hint of joy when he thought Zhang Huaiyi was about to run out of energy!
But at that moment, a fierce glint suddenly flashed in Zhang Huaiyi's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced!

He let out a low roar, ignoring the injury to his right shoulder, and the Golden Light Spell within his body instantly erupted!

The dazzling golden light formed a thick layer of defense, withstanding several butterfly blades. As it closed in, the golden light was condensed into white again.

The next second, Zhang Huaiyi's legs were filled with the power of Yang Thunder, and he stomped hard on the ground!

"Thunder magic, shake the heavens and earth!"

A violent bolt of lightning exploded out in a ring from the ground!

This time, Zhang Huaiyi did not unleash his lightning magic to attack Wang Chuan, but instead poured all the power of Yang lightning into the ground beneath his feet.

The powerful shockwave spread instantly, sending dust flying and cracking the ground.

The binding thorny vines and the semi-solid iron cage base were violently overturned by the pure impact from below, causing the structure to become unstable and sluggish.

Just as the cage paused slightly, the butterfly blade was deflected by the golden light, and the scroll trembled slightly due to Wang Chuan's intense mental fluctuations, a wonderful opportunity arose!
Swish!
As golden light flashed, a figure appeared beside Wang Chuan like a ghost, moving with such speed that it seemed as if he had jumped through space!
It was Zhao Zhen!

He had left his original position at some point, and with the help of the Golden Escape Flowing Light, he quietly approached Wang Chuan's side like the Grim Reaper.

The moment Wang Chuan sensed Zhao Zhen's presence, his hair stood on end, and he instinctively tried to retract the scroll for defense.

But clearly, Zhao Zhen acted even faster!
He simply extended his slender fingers, seemingly casually, yet seemingly possessing the power to pierce through metal and stone, and lightly flicked them at the "Trapped Dragon" scroll that was absorbing lightning and restraining Zhang Huaiyi's power.

Boo!
A soft, crisp sound, like popping a soap bubble, slowly rang out.

The next instant, the blood-red, imposing "Trapped Dragon" scroll, with its flowing blood light, suddenly became dark and lifeless, as if its soul had been ripped away.

The drawing paper broke in the middle, as if cut by an invisible sharp blade, turning into two useless pieces of waste paper that fluttered lightly to the dust!

Wang Chuan, the core of the team, was restrained by Zhao Zhen with a single finger!

"puff!"

Wang Chuan, whose mind was connected to the painting, was suddenly struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his aura began to weaken rapidly!

The backlash from the forced interruption and breakage of the divine coating was equally devastating for the user!
At that moment, the situation on the field instantly reversed!

With the loss of the powerful absorption and restraint of the Trapped Dragon Diagram, the pressure on Zhang Huaiyi decreased sharply.

He stared at the broken scroll and the blood-spitting Wang Chuan, his eyes flashing with cold light. His hands, crackling with lightning, slowly rose, locking onto all his enemies with chilling killing intent.

Zhao Zhen, however, had vanished from the spot and returned to Lu Huizhong's side, a faint, chilling smile still playing on her lips.

That smile seemed to say: Now, it's our turn.

"puff!"

Wang Chuan coughed up another mouthful of blood and staggered, grabbing onto a broken tree trunk beside him to keep from falling.

The divine barrier he painstakingly built was easily destroyed by Zhao Zhenru, who punctured it like a paper lantern!
This was a huge blow to the Wang family's experts who relied on the divine elixir.

"Uncle Three!"

A Wang family disciple who was controlling the "Flower-Piercing Butterfly Blade" cried out in surprise. His mind was unsettled, which caused the trajectory of the elusive transparent butterfly blades to become slightly disordered.

Zhang Huaiyi keenly sensed this. Without the ever-present suction and force pull of the "Trapping Dragon Diagram," he felt his whole body lighten, and the powerful Yang Thunder Force within him was no longer restrained, surging and roaring!

"Hmph!" Zhang Huaiyi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the flames of revenge almost burst forth.

Zhao Pingshan's body was still warm lying in the workshop, and these bastards in front of him were the murderers!

He clenched his fists, and brilliant lightning gathered from his palms, compressing into two leaping, destructive lightning balls.

At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to be ionized by this violent energy, emitting a faint "crackling" sound.

"The Wang family...the Art School..."

Zhang Huaiyi's voice was icy cold, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Today, none of them will leave alive!"

"Do it!!"

An elder from the Shuzi Sect shouted sternly, knowing that they were now in a desperate situation.

He rapidly formed hand seals, and the ground shook violently once again.

"Kun character, Tuheche!"

The next moment, several earthen dragons made of hard rock burst out of the ground and crashed into Zhang Huaiyi with a thunderous roar!
At the same time, his disciples behind him suppressed their fear and used their own methods to shoot wind blades and fireballs at Zhang Huaiyi's flanks, trying to coordinate with the attack of the elder of the Technique Sect.

Despite the fact that their leader, Wang Chuan, had been severely injured, the remaining members of the Wang family did not show much panic, clearly indicating that they were well-trained.

The disciple wielding the "Butterfly Blade" steadied himself and flicked the scroll in his hand: "Divine Paint, a hundred butterflies dance wildly!"

More and denser transparent butterfly blades, like an enraged swarm of bees, emitted sharp whistling sounds as they cut through the air. No longer pursuing tricky routes, they descended upon Zhang Huaiyi like a storm, carrying indiscriminate cutting power!

He wanted to limit Zhang Huaiyi's room to maneuver!

Another member of the Wang family, who had not yet revealed his abilities, finally made his move. He suddenly unfurled a brand new scroll, which depicted a giant golden eagle with outstretched wings, ready to take flight!

The eagle's eyes were sharp as knives, filled with a fierce aura.

"Golden Feathers Slice Through the Sky!"

Boo!
A sharp, piercing cry, like an eagle's cry that could split metal and shatter stone, suddenly rang out from nowhere. It wasn't a real sound; it seemed to be an impact from the spiritual realm!

At the same time, golden light flashed on the scroll, and dozens of condensed, metallic, feather-shaped energy blades shot out.

These golden feathers were incredibly fast, their trajectories perfectly straight, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, their targets aimed directly at Zhang Huaiyi's throat, heart, and other vital organs!

Its penetrating power far exceeds that of the butterfly blade, clearly indicating that it is a method of pursuing absolute lethality in the Wang family's divine magic.

On the other side, Lu Huizhong's figure disappeared almost at the same time Zhao Zhen broke the painting.

From the very beginning of the battle, she quietly blended into the shadows of the environment, now resembling an invisible wisp of black smoke, moving with unpredictable agility along the edge of the battlefield.

Instead of directly attacking the crowd, Lu Huizhong transformed into the most stealthy assassin, and unknowingly killed several of the weakest members of the Shuzi Sect and the Wang family who were trying to escape into the woods behind them.

Several poisoned black lights flashed and disappeared in the air, leaving behind only the silent corpses that fell.

She was "clearing the borders" of the battlefield to ensure that no one could escape to deliver the message.

(End of this chapter)