klisemfg Chapter 106 They are all trash
Chapter 106 They are all trash
Zhuang Yu felt the oppressive aura emanating from the man in black robes, a chilling presence that seemed to engulf him entirely.
He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and instead of fear, a blazing fire ignited in his eyes.
He held Wang Yao's hand tightly, feeling her slight trembling in his palm. Zhuang Yu's heart softened, and he tightened his grip on her hand, sending her a reassuring look that contained both determination and protection.
At this moment, he was no longer the humble youth who had just entered the world of cultivation, but a cultivator with great power who was determined to protect the people he cared about.
He slowly shielded Wang Yao behind him, like the strongest shield blocking all danger. His aura also rose, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.
He ignored the threatening words of the man in black robes and paid no attention to the menacing gazes around him.
With a thought, Zhuang Yu moved swiftly, heading towards the direction of the divine artifact's restriction.
His steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present, intimidating anyone with ill intentions.
He formed hand seals, and the magic gestures danced at his fingertips like leaping sprites.
Waves of spiritual energy emanated from him, spreading outwards and filling the air with an invisible pressure that caused the restless cultivators from smaller factions to halt in their tracks.
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The spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Zhuang Yu grew stronger and stronger, like the calm before a storm, containing astonishing power.
His robes fluttered and rustled even without wind, and he exuded an aura of awe.
His gaze was focused and profound, as if he could see through all illusions and point directly to the essence of the restriction.
His movements became faster and faster, his hands flitting like butterflies among flowers, changing intricate hand seals, each seal containing endless mysteries and drawing upon the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
His radiance grew ever brighter, like a dazzling sun, radiating brilliant light and attracting everyone's attention.
Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, and the light emanating from his body gradually faded, replaced by a deep and restrained aura.
He slowly raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
"This restriction is rather interesting..."
No sooner had Zhuang Yu finished speaking than a cold snort was heard, "Hmph, ignorant brat, how dare you presume to say that this restriction is meaningful?" The speaker was none other than Master Zixiao.
He was dressed in a purple Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, looking like a sage, but he couldn't hide the arrogance between his brows.
He looked at Zhuang Yu with disdain in his eyes, as if he were looking at an ant that overestimated its own strength.
Before Master Zixiao finished speaking, his hands had already formed a hand seal, and streaks of purple electricity danced at his fingertips, crackling and emitting a scorching smell in the air.
He was clearly very dissatisfied with Zhuang Yu's actions, seeing them as a provocation.
With a flick of his sleeve, a purple beam of light shot straight towards the barrier at an astonishing speed.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding cultivators retreated hastily, fearing they would be drawn into the fight.
They held their breath, watching everything before them with tense anticipation. The air seemed to freeze, filled with a sense of oppression.
However, just when everyone thought Zhuang Yu would confront Master Zixiao head-on, Zhuang Yu made an unexpected move.
He ignored Master Zixiao's attack and instead, with a flicker of his body, he dashed off like a ghost towards the other side of the restriction.
His speed was astonishing, leaving only a blur that was difficult to catch.
"what happened?"
Where did he go?
The crowd discussed amongst themselves, all looking bewildered.
Upon seeing this, Master Zixiao's face immediately turned ashen.
He hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to dodge his attack, which made him feel extremely humiliated.
He roared, "You little thief, don't even think about escaping!" and then he was about to give chase.
Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly stopped.
He stood in a corner of the barrier, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.
He reached out and gently stroked his forbidden finger, feeling a cool touch on his fingertip, like jade.
"So that's how it is..." Zhuang Yu murmured to himself.
"What is he doing?"
"Could it be that he found a weakness in the restriction?"
The surrounding cultivators were filled with doubt upon seeing this.
Master Zixiao also stopped in his tracks, staring at Zhuang Yu with a gloomy gaze, feeling a faint sense of unease in his heart.
Zhuang Yu slowly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and gently waved his hand...
With a gentle wave of his hand, Zhuang Yu sent a stream of pure spiritual energy, like a dragon, silently flowing from his fingertips into the restriction.
This spiritual power did not break the seal by brute force, but rather vibrated at a peculiar frequency, resonating with the fluctuations of the seal itself.
With a soft hum, ripples spread across the surface of the barrier, like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake.
A shocking scene has unfolded!
A small gap appeared in the barrier, shimmering with a faint golden light.
The surrounding cultivators stared wide-eyed, their envious gazes surging towards Zhuang Yu like a tidal wave.
An unbelievable atmosphere filled the air, and you could even hear a few gasps of shock.
Zhuang Yu felt the gazes of everyone and a great sense of accomplishment welled up in his heart, a confident smile appearing on his lips.
This smile, however, was like adding fuel to the fire in Master Zixiao's eyes, making his already gloomy face even more unsightly.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and a surge of anger burned within him.
"Useless! All of you are useless! So many people, and you let a greenhorn get the upper hand!" he growled through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
"Li Ming!" Master Zixiao turned around abruptly and shouted sternly to the disciples behind him, "Go! Stop him! We must not let him get the divine artifact!"
Upon hearing this, Li Ming flashed into a streak of light and headed straight for Zhuang Yu.
The flying sword sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, carrying a fierce killing intent, and aimed straight for Zhuang Yu's back.
However, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Zhuang Yu vanished from the spot like a ghost the instant Li Ming made his move.
Li Ming missed his target; the flying sword slammed into the ground with a dull thud.
The onlookers gasped in surprise, applauding Zhuang Yu's agility.
Amidst the rising dust, Zhuang Yu appeared several feet away. He dusted off his sleeves, his expression indifferent, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
"Is that all you've got? You think you can stop me?" He curled his lips into a mocking smile.
Li Ming's face flushed red with shame and indignation. Just as he was about to attack again, he heard Master Zixiao shout, "Stop!"
Master Zixiao stared at Zhuang Yu with a gloomy gaze and slowly said, "Boy, you're not bad. But do you think you can obtain the divine artifact just like that? Dream on!" Before he finished speaking, a powerful pressure emanated from him, like Mount Tai pressing down, enveloping the entire space...
The oppressive aura was like a mountain, and the air seemed to freeze, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
Those with weaker cultivation levels were even paler, with large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.
They all retreated, fearing they would be affected by this powerful pressure.
Wang Yao gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her heart pounding.
She could clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from Master Zixiao. This aura was like a towering mountain, making it hard for her to breathe.
She looked at Zhuang Yu with worried eyes, the tension in her eyes almost overflowing.
She longed to rush forward and fight alongside him, but she knew she was too weak. At this moment, all she could do was trust him and not add any burden to him.
She bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to control her trembling body, but she still couldn't stop clenching her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Zhuang Yu felt a warmth in his heart as he felt Wang Yao's gaze.
He knew that although she was worried, she still chose to support him silently.
This trust, this silent protection, stirred a powerful force within him.
He took a deep breath, completely blocking the pressure from Master Zixiao, his eyes becoming even more determined.
He smiled slightly, revealing a confident expression, as if to tell Wang Yao that everything was under control.
He gently stroked the storage bracelet on his wrist, where his trump card was hidden, and where his confidence to challenge everything lay.
He turned his gaze back to the barrier in front of him.
That tiny gap seemed insignificant compared to the overall barrier.
But he knew this was just the beginning, and that once he could find the pattern to the restriction, he could break through it completely.
He formed hand seals again, and waves of spiritual energy emanated from his fingertips.
The spiritual energy flowed slowly into the gap in the barrier, like water.
"Om-"
The barrier trembled slightly again, and the gap seemed to have widened a little more.
Just as Zhuang Yu was preparing to press his advantage and further widen the gap in the restriction, an even more powerful force suddenly erupted. That force was filled with a sacred and majestic aura, as if it were the ruler of heaven and earth.
A dazzling golden light burst forth from the depths of the restriction.
Within the golden light, a phantom figure slowly coalesced into form.
It was a man dressed in golden armor, holding a long spear. His face was indistinct, yet he exuded a chilling sense of oppression.
His eyes were like two golden suns, emitting a chilling light that seemed to distort the space around him.
Divine artifact spirit!
Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine. He could sense the overwhelming power emanating from the artifact spirit, a power that was far beyond his current capabilities.
He looked up at the god-like figure before him, his eyes filled with no fear, but rather with a fierce fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath...