Chapter 526: Chapter 501 Lu Yan’s Fall
Lu Yan had just rushed out from the fissure when the bald youth attacked again. This time, he was prepared, with his Primordial Spirit shining—it must be the application of some Soul Defense Skill.
His body surged with Immortal Power, fists flying furiously, punches as strong as pillars, striking at Lu Yan.
On the other side, the white-haired youth wielding a sword slashed across, splitting the air, intent on cutting Lu Yan in two.
"Come on."
Lu Yan’s pupils contracted, as he activated the ’Seven-Injury Scripture.’ He felt the pain from three sword wounds deep in his soul.
But with the help of the ’Seven-Injury Scripture,’ that pain transformed into a kind of power, fortifying his own body.
Lu Yan could clearly feel his strength increase by a notch.
Lu Yan’s eyes lit up.
The Seven-Injury Scripture was indeed profound, growing stronger with each injury, capable of turning wounds into motivation.
"Heavenly Destiny Thunder Blade."
Lu Yan shouted, with three fused Doctrines at its core, he fully activated a powerful Immortality Skill.
Thick, sword-shaped bolts of lightning shot out, clashing with the two experts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A succession of earth-shattering booms echoed.
Lu Yan’s figure was sent flying backwards, coughing up blood profusely, with several new wounds appearing on his body.
Especially at his chest, where a blast of fist strength had struck, nearly penetrating his thoracic cavity.
Lu Yan hurriedly activated the ’Nine Death Sutra’ in an attempt to heal his wounds.
Indeed, once the Nine Death Sutra was in motion, his injuries rapidly healed, but he immediately discovered that as the wounds were healed, his strength weakened as well.
"The Seven-Injury Scripture conflicts with the Nine Death Sutra; they cannot be activated at the same time."
A thought flashed through Lu Yan’s mind.
Once he activated the Nine Death Sutra to heal his wounds, the strength boost from the Seven-Injury Scripture would weaken.
Without hesitating, Lu Yan stopped the Nine Death Sutra and fully activated the Seven-Injury Scripture.
"Kill."
"I’ll send you on your way."
Two cold voices came through; the bald youth and the white-haired sword-wielding youth attacked again with full force.
"Soul Stab, Combo Hit."
Lu Yan’s Primordial Spirit shone, and the Big Tree Phantom inside radiated gloriously, releasing seven consecutive Soul Stabs, still targeting the bald youth.
This time, Lu Yan exerted all his strength, unleashing his powerful spiritual burst to the fullest.
Even though the bald youth had activated a Soul Defense Skill to defend against it, his Primordial Spirit was still shaken and pained; if not for the resilience of his Immortal Seventh Layer soul, he might have already been seriously injured by Lu Yan.
But in that moment, he was unable to attack.
Lu Yan slashed with all his might, clashing once again with the white-haired sword-wielding youth.
Clang!
The Sword Qi raged, and with the boost from the Seven-Injury Scripture, Lu Yan forcibly blocked the sword, using the power of this strike to blast back like lightning, and then stomping the Thunder Step, he hastily retreated towards the distance.
There were seven of them in total, and only two had made a move; he was already outmatched. If he didn’t leave now, when would he?
Training wasn’t about seeking death; there were limits.
But just then, a golden figure suddenly appeared before Lu Yan.
"I’ve been waiting for you."
The golden-robed youth spoke indifferently, wielding a giant golden sword over two meters in length and half a meter wide, he forcefully swung it down at Lu Yan.
The terrifying force and horrifying pressure made Lu Yan feel suffocated.
Immortal Eighth Layer.
The opponent was definitely a master of the Immortal Eighth Layer.
Normally speaking, an Immortal Eight Layer could kill an Immortal Seventh Layer with one move, showing how wide the gap was.
In the critical moment, Lu Yan channeled all his strength into the Thunder Sword, drawing out its power.
The Thunder Sword released endless energy, transforming into a massive golden lightning bolt that surged towards the golden-robed youth.
"Doctrine Soldiers..."
The golden-robed youth’s expression tightened, taking no chances, a light shining from his forehead, he released a broken short sword that burst forth with strong energy, slashing into the lightning and blocking most of the electrical discharge from the Thunder Sword.
His golden sword didn’t stop, continuing to slash downward.
Thud!
Though Lu Yan managed to block the opponent’s sword with his Thunder Sword, his body was sent flying backward for a hundred miles, smashing a huge mountain.
His hands, resembling porcelain, were covered in cracks, with all the bones inside broken.
The oppressive and terrifying power of the opponent had penetrated his body, pulverizing his internal organs.
Lu Yan coughed up large amounts of blood, each cough bringing out pieces of internal organs.
The gap was simply too large; no matter how strong his own ability was, he couldn’t bridge such a disparity.
Moreover, his opponent was a leading figure among the young generation, a true genius.
"Seven-Injury, Seven-Injury, burst forth..."
Lu Yan roared lowly, his eyes filled with madness as he desperately drove the Seven-Injury Scripture.
An unimaginable stabbing pain came, making Lu Yan’s soul tremble.
But it also granted him a fierce boost in power, causing the strength that was about to be depleted from fully activating the Thunder Sword to surge anew.
He stomped the Thunder Step, charging forward with all his might.
"Stay behind."
The white-haired sword-wielding youth appeared ahead, merging with his sword, and unleashed a pale white Sword Light.
On the side, the bald youth appeared, releasing a punch as thick as a mountain with all his might.
In addition, four other youths blocked every other direction.
And the golden-robed youth was charging from behind, his gaze icy cold.
Lu Yan was trapped in a hopeless situation.
But he was unwilling to be killed just like that, even if it was a situation of certain death, he was prepared to fight desperately to the end.
"Get out of my way."
Lu Yan let out a long howl, his Primordial Spirit seemed to ignite, instantly unleashing seven soul spikes.
At the same moment, light shimmered on his body, dozens of Martial Arts Avatars burst forth in all directions, each exploding in self-destruction.
Meanwhile, he abruptly turned around, his gaze landing on the golden-robed youth, locking eyes with his murderous stare.
Lu Yan’s pupils suddenly transformed into two black vortexes.
The golden-robed youth felt the environment around him flow and shift like water ripples.
"An illusion? Break it for me."
The golden-robed youth let out a long howl, spinning like a top as he wielded a golden greatsword, sending endless Sword Qi in all directions.
Where the Sword Qi passed, space shattered like glass.
The illusion was broken.
"If your Cultivation Level were a few layers higher, the illusion might have worked on me. Now, you’re too weak."
The golden-robed youth spoke coldly, stepping forward to appear above Lu Yan, his sword slashing down.
Clang!
Lu Yan swung his Thunder Sword with all his might to block the attack, and with a thunderous bang, the Thunder Sword flew out of his hand, his arm bursting open.
His body slammed heavily into the ground, creating a huge crater.
He lay in the crater, coughing up blood copiously.
Whoosh!
A golden Sword Light descended from the sky, stabbing towards Lu Yan’s brow.
This sword, Lu Yan could no longer avoid.
"Am I going to die? Yinuo, Sirong, Pingan, and Mom and Dad, goodbye."
"It’s a pity, I never managed to successfully create a technique, create a technique, create a technique..."
Pfft!
The Sword Light fell, pierced Lu Yan’s brow, splitting his head open and pinning his Primordial Spirit.
Boom!
His Primordial Spirit exploded, turning into strands of light rain, dispersing in the air.
Lu Yan plunged into eternal darkness.
He felt himself drifting in the darkness, cold biting to the bone surrounding him.
"Is this what death feels like? I didn’t feel anything when I traveled here last time, but this time, I truly understand."
Lu Yan mocked himself.
Drifting, drifting, he didn’t know how long he’d been floating in the darkness.
Eternal darkness, deathly still, without any color or life, Lu Yan felt he was about to go mad.
In his utter boredom, he began trying to craft his own technique, using the Thunder Fire Rule as the foundation and his knowledge of the Immortality Skill, furiously extrapolating his own version of the Immortality Skill.
In the eternal darkness, time and space seemed imperceptible, so he had no idea how long he’d been adrift.
"Thunder and fire, represent destruction, desolation, death, and also heavenly might, right, death..."
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed in Lu Yan’s mind.
Thunder and fire, at times, represent death; if combined with death, they can unleash unimaginable power.
He deeply engraved the sensation of being killed into his memory.
He finally found a direction.
He sensed a small light emerging in the darkness ahead, and as it grew larger, closer, and brighter...
He didn’t hesitate and rushed toward the light.
The golden-robed youth, the white-haired swordsman, the bald youth, and others, stood in the sky, looking down at Lu Yan’s ’corpse’.
"This kid, only at the Immortal Fourth Layer, yet his combat power was so astonishing. He must be an exceptional talent secretly fostered by the Dragon Alliance, haha, now that he’s dead by our hands, the senior officials of the Dragon Alliance are going to be spitting blood."
The bald youth smiled wickedly.
"Indeed, he’s a monstrous talent, a pity his Cultivation Level is too low. Had he reached the Immortal Fifth Layer, killing him would not have been easy."
The golden-robed youth said.
"True, among those of the same level, there are few in the Dragon Alliance like him. The Dragon Alliance is undoubtedly blessed with deep luck. Their strength has grown stronger over the years; we must suppress them."
The white-haired swordsman said coldly.
But at that moment, they paused, then their pupils dilated involuntarily.
Lu Yan’s Primordial Spirit had initially exploded into light rain, disappearing into the void.
Yet now, a point of light suddenly appeared from within his split skull, and at its core, a Big Tree Phantom Image took shape.
The roots of the Big Tree, intricate and countless as threads, connected the light rain together.
The light rain quickly coalesced, and Lu Yan’s Primordial Spirit reemerged, stronger than before.
The Primordial Spirit stood amid the skull, radiating a formidable life force. Lu Yan’s skull was pulled together by a powerful force, seamlessly merging.
Lu Yan’s wounds, including his exploded arms, were rapidly repairing.
Swish!
Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and within them, mysterious patterns flickered.
"This kid, isn’t dead yet..."
"Kill him."
The golden-robed youth and others were horrified.
The strike earlier would have certainly been fatal for anyone else.
The Primordial Spirit had been shattered—there should have been no chance of survival.
But Lu Yan was reviving before their very eyes.
They, ghostlike, didn’t hesitate to launch their strongest attacks, aiming to obliterate Lu Yan once and for all.
"Heavenly Punishment Blade—Mortal Demise."
A deep voice came from Lu Yan as murky Sword Light enshrouded in the principles of thunder and fire spiraled up, piercing the sky, colliding with the attacks of the formidable adversaries.
