Chapter 738: Anger (II)
Lin Zheyu glanced sideways at him and curled his lips disdainfully. "Old man, who are you?"
Fan Hongwei was truly capable, having actually managed to invite a Woo Family expert whose strength rivaled those in the Nascent Soul realm. However, Lin Zheyu was not afraid in the slightest. His greatest weakness was his inability to use the short-range teleportation of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator. In terms of combat strength, however, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator might not match him. Now, Fan Hongwei and the others had cleverly sealed the exit from the ruins, inadvertently doing Lin Zheyu a favor.
"You are courting death!" Woo Jin snorted coldly.
He thrust his right fist forward, and the terrifying force of the blow transformed into an imposing purple tiger that roared as it charged toward Lin Zheyu.
However, the tiger-shaped fist projection passed through Lin Zheyu's smiling figure, which dissolved like a bubble.
"Eh! Such speed! What secret art is this?" Woo Jin exclaimed softly in surprise.
His eyes narrowed as he watched Lin Zheyu flee toward the exit of the ruins, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. His expression was filled with the contempt of a cat toying with a mouse. However, his expression soon changed.
Woo Jin's gaze sharpened as he shouted, "You dare, brat?"
As his voice rang out, his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared beside Ling Feng, who had been watching from the sidelines.
"Heh! You old bastard!" Lin Zheyu sneered.
With a thought, vast golden blood qi surged from his body and silently spread outward.
"Hmph!" Woo Jin snorted coldly, his eyes brimming with disdain.
He regarded Lin Zheyu as though he were an ant about to be crushed.
With a thought, an even vaster and more terrifying surge of purple energy erupted from Woo Jin. The purple energy transformed into a colossal tiger and raised its head with a deafening roar. Woo Jin threw a punch, sending the roaring purple tiger hurtling toward Lin Zheyu as he sped toward Ling Feng. In Woo Jin's eyes, Xiao Yu was merely a lowly Shackles realm martial artist. So what if he had encountered a few fortunate opportunities? Any cultivator below the Nascent Soul realm would undoubtedly die to this strike!
"Heh."
Facing Woo Jin's attack, Lin Zheyu neither dodged nor evaded. Rather than retreating, he accelerated even further.
Blood qi thundered within Lin Zheyu's body as scales emerged and covered him from head to toe. He thrust his right palm forward, and it rapidly expanded as it hurtled toward the phantom of the colossal purple tiger.
Heaven-Shaking Earth-Rending Palm!
The colossal palm collided with the tiger, unleashing a terrifying roar as the two attacks entered a stalemate.
"Break!" Lin Zheyu bellowed, his expression turning ferocious as his momentum qi soared wildly once more.
His condition seemed abnormal, and his behavior verged on hysterical, as though he had used some secret art to forcibly increase his strength.
Boom!
The tiger phantom exploded apart.
"Your turn, old bastard!" Lin Zheyu roared, charging madly toward Woo Jin with the air of a man prepared to perish alongside his enemy.
Meanwhile, the golden blood qi spreading through the surroundings silently permeated the void. Fan Hongwei and Ling Feng, who were watching from the sidelines, were stunned by the sudden clash between Lin Zheyu and Woo Jin. Horror filled their eyes. As expected of a child of destiny born to face the calamity, his strength had already reached such an astonishing level. Had they not prepared in advance, they might have suffered an unexpected defeat.
Fan Hongwei and Ling Feng exchanged glances, both involuntarily swallowing. Their attention had been completely drawn to the fierce battle, and neither noticed that the golden blood qi spreading from Lin Zheyu had already enveloped them. They remained utterly unaware that danger was gradually closing in.
A cold smile appeared on Lin Zheyu's face. With a thought, long dragons wreathed in golden flames suddenly condensed from the golden blood qi permeating the void.
More than a thousand fire dragons roared in unison, their cries resounding throughout heaven and earth. Woo Jin frowned slightly at the sudden change around him. However, when he saw Lin Zheyu charging toward him with reckless abandon like a madman, he sneered again. In his view, the fire dragons were merely a feint Xiao Yu had created to distract him.
"Such courage! You are decisive as well, burning your life force and launching into a desperate struggle the moment we meet!" Woo Jin remarked calmly.
In his view, for Xiao Yu, an early-stage Shackles realm martial artist, to unleash a strike that nearly reached the Nascent Soul realm, he must have used some secret art that damaged his very foundation. It was entirely within Woo Jin's expectations for a genius like Xiao Yu to possess such a powerful art that allowed him to fight above his realm.
"Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish!" Woo Jin said calmly.
He stepped forward and strode through the void to meet Lin Zheyu. Purple energy spread from his body, forcing the surrounding flame-wreathed dragons to retreat.
"Haha, old bastard, look behind you!" Lin Zheyu abruptly halted, then sped away.
His laughter echoed from afar.
Myriad Dragons Godslaying Art!
As his voice faded, Lin Zheyu willed the more than one thousand roaring fire dragons to split into two groups and lunge at Fan Hongwei and Ling Feng, who had been watching from the sidelines. This soul-attack secret art had been adapted from Cao Hongchang's trump card, the Demonic Flame Soul-Burning Crows. Even a Nascent Soul realm cultivator would not dare withstand it directly.
Using it against Fan Hongwei and Ling Feng, two peak Golden Core realm cultivators, was like firing a cannon at mosquitoes. It was an utter waste of its power. Had Lin Zheyu not lacked the ability to teleport over short distances, leaving him uncertain whether this attack could hit Woo Jin, he would have unleashed it directly upon the man instead of wasting it on two insignificant Golden Core realm cultivators.
"Argh! Argh!"
As expected, two piercing screams rang out. Woo Jin spun around at the sound and saw Fan Hongwei and Ling Feng plummeting from the void, their eyes vacant. They were dead.
Woo Jin narrowed his eyes, anger filling his gaze. "You dared divert your attention to attack others in my presence! Are you provoking me?"
He was genuinely furious now. A mere Shackles realm brat had killed two of his subordinates before his very eyes. Although neither man could truly be considered his subordinate, this was still an act of blatant contempt and mockery!
"You deserve to die!" Woo Jin said through narrowed eyes, his voice utterly calm as though stating an established fact.
He stepped forward and vanished. Feeling that he had been humiliated, Woo Jin immediately used his teleportation ability.
A colossal tiger's roar erupted beside Lin Zheyu's ear as the beast silently sprang from the void and lunged at him.
Gods and Demons Extinguished!
As though he had anticipated the attack, Lin Zheyu spun around and slashed out with his saber. All the energy within his body converged into a single force as his essence, qi, and spirit burned furiously, unleashing an incomparably terrifying strike.
This slash had fully reached the level of an early-stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator. As the saber radiance swept past, several pitch-black spatial rifts tore open across the void.
A soft exclamation rang out, "Eh!"
Woo Jin's pupils contracted as he teleported again, evading the terrifying slash. He stared incredulously at Lin Zheyu, whose aura had weakened but was recovering at an astonishing speed as he fled deeper into the ruins in a panicked, stumbling retreat.
Incredible, truly incredible... He can unleash such a terrifying strike while still in the Shackles realm. If he breaks through the limits of the Shackles realm and forges his own path, how formidable will he become? Yan'er may truly have died at this brat's hands! Woo Jin thought.
With a thought, he teleported and vanished again. Sensing Woo Jin's movement, Lin Zheyu, who was fleeing ahead in a seemingly panicked and unsteady manner, curled his lips into a cold smile.
He took the bait! That performance was worth the effort. I have done this so often that my acting skills seem to have improved lately, Lin Zheyu mused.
He accelerated further and sped toward the depths of the ruins. Upon first entering, Lin Zheyu had carefully examined the Shamanic Clan Ruins with his Heavenly Eye and discovered powerful restrictions throughout the area. Beyond the outermost region, there were restrictions prohibiting flight and teleportation. As long as he lured Woo Jin into that area, he could trap and beat him like a dog!