149: Chapter 55 Sneak Attack! Poisoning! No Martial Ethics!

"Care to guess?"

As Yuxuzi's playful words fell, the two-hundred-zhang-tall taiyin demon puppet roared at the sky, its right hand rising high, crushing the air in its path and emitting ghostly wails.

"Hmmmm————"

Vast, crimson corpse energy condensed into a sky-shrouding demonic palm spanning a full one hundred and fifty zhang. Dense, pitch-black talismans flowed across its palm as it smashed down fiercely towards Changfeng Zhenren!

[Lunar Star-Plucking Hand]

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!"

Changfeng Zhenren's expression changed drastically, his hands rapidly forming seals:

"Azure Heaven True Method · Ninefold Wind Barrier!"

In that instant, nine azure wind walls materialized before him.

They stacked upon each other, each at least three zhang thick and dozens of zhang wide.

This technique was a genuine third-order Spell. He was confident it could withstand the full-force strike of a fellow Profound Fetus Zhenren.

However—

"SHREEE!"

The moment the sky-shrouding demonic palm touched the first wind wall, it shattered as if made of paper.

Then the second, the third... all the way to the eighth layer. Deafening explosions followed one after another, terrifyingly fast.

"KABOOOM!!!"

When the giant palm shattered the ninth wind wall, it had merely slowed by thirty percent and its demonic light dimmed slightly. The mountain-like palm was now less than ten zhang from Changfeng Zhenren's head.

He could already smell that nauseating baleful aura!

"How is this possible?!"

Changfeng Zhenren was instantly horrified, his face ugly as he retreated rapidly.

Simultaneously, a small azure banner flew from his sleeve—this was the only magical instrument he could currently muster, the [azure heaven swift wind banner].

Although a second-grade peak magical instrument, it was ultimately not a Magic Treasure!

The small banner grew with the wind, transforming into a ten-zhang azure pennant. The pennant's surface instantly gushed forth a boundless torrent of fierce winds.

"Aooooo～～"

A strange cry, part dragon roar, part flood dragon hiss, sounded. The surging azure storm transformed into nine seventy-to-eighty-zhang-long single-horned flood dragons, roaring as they soared into the sky.

"Boom! BOOM!!"

The nine wind dragons collided with the pitch-black demonic palm one after another, producing deafening roars.

Immediately after, the sky-shrouding demonic palm only paused slightly before the nine wind dragons were simultaneously and violently crushed into nothingness, not even having time to utter a final wail!

"DAMN IT!!"

Changfeng Zhenren's face was extremely grim. The azure heaven swift wind banner in his hand trembled violently, its pennant surface splitting with several cracks as its spiritual light rapidly dimmed.

Seizing this opportunity, he finally transformed into a streak of azure light and fled a thousand zhang away.

But his azure heaven swift wind banner was ruined!

"RUMBLE————"

The sky-shrouding demonic palm smashed into the earth, severing a thousand-zhang stretch of the surging great river's riverbed, stirring up colossal waves. Boundless water vapor instantly filled the surrounding ten li.

"You, junior, clearly have the backing of the Xuan Yin Palace, why didn't you say so earlier? This old man will not lower himself to your level now. Shall we cease hostilities?"

Changfeng Zhenren said through gritted teeth.

He didn't want to fight anymore.

So he made what he considered a humiliating concession.

He even changed his self-reference from "this seat" to "this old man"...

After all, he had naturally heard of the famously formidable Mysterious Yin Corpse Refining Great Method. Just from this one exchange, he knew he couldn't kill the person across from him today.

Continuing to fight, regardless of victory or defeat, would bring him no benefit!

Meanwhile, Yuxuzi had already returned to standing on the Demon Puppet's shoulder, his expression calm once more.

He didn't answer. Instead, he mocked, "Is this all a Zhenren is capable of? A mere second-grade magical instrument hardly befits the dignity of a Senior Zhenren!"

"You!"

These words pricked Changfeng Zhenren's most sensitive nerve.

Annoyance flashed in his eyes, but more prominent was wariness—the power of that Third-Order Corpse King was definitely superior to his own!

Not to mention the opponent still had that fire shield Magic Treasure that could withstand his wind blades, and most likely had life-preserving methods as well...

"Junior, do not be so insolent!"

Changfeng Zhenren forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. "Considering your status as a Mysterious Yin Disciple, this old man does not wish to bully the young and make things difficult for you. Do you truly believe this old man fears you?!"

Yuxuzi remained silent. Changfeng Zhenren took a deep breath and continued, trying to defuse the conflict.

"You surely know the difference between the Profound Fetus and Dao Foundation realms is as vast as a chasm. Even if you can wield a Magic Treasure and a Third-Order Corpse King, with your Late Stage Dao Foundation cultivation and spiritual sense, how long can you control them?"

"Why not—"

Before he could finish, Yuxuzi suddenly let out a silent, cold laugh.

So much pointless talk!

I'm waiting to activate my Magic Treasure. What are *you* waiting for?

His fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. Two streaks of blue light instantly shot out from his waist, soundlessly merging into the Sky water vapor.

Third-grade, lower-tier Magic Treasure—[flowing light water-splitting thorn]

This was the second Magic Treasure he had refined!

The perfect weapon for an ambush!

In that instant, Changfeng Zhenren, who was still speaking, suddenly felt a sense of imminent disaster. His mind began issuing frantic warnings!

"What's happening?"

Before he could even react, two streaks of blue light abruptly appeared before his eyes, one stabbing towards his head, the other towards his lower Dantian at his waist!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped his heart.

"NO!"

Changfeng Zhenren's face changed dramatically. He only had time to instinctively twist his body at a bizarre angle.

"Pfft～"

One blue light grazed past the corner of his eye, cutting the skin of his cheek and seeping a trace of blood. The other pierced directly through his right thigh before disappearing into the void.

So close!

Just a little bit more, and it would have pierced his Dantian!

"A pity!"

Yuxuzi sighed inwardly, shaking his head as he recalled the Magic Treasure.

He forcibly suppressed the feeling of emptiness in his Dantian and simultaneously swallowed two top-grade pills for recovering spiritual power.

His strength was ultimately lacking; he couldn't fully unleash the power of this Magic Treasure.

If he had the cultivation of a Zhenren, with just this one strike, he was confident he could cripple Changfeng Zhenren, or even kill him instantly!

"Huff～ huff～ huff～"

Changfeng Zhenren retreated rapidly with a horrified expression, a bloody, mangled hole now in his right thigh.

However, the gushing blood had already been stopped by his Spell.

Yet, the relief of surviving a catastrophe still hung in his heart. When his gaze fell upon the distant Yuxuzi, it was as if he had seen a ghost!

"You can actually activate a second Magic Treasure?!!"

"You actually have a second Magic Treasure?"

"How can you have one? I don't even have one!!"

Changfeng Zhenren's expression was somewhat distorted.

For a moment, he even overlooked that the injury on his right leg had undergone a slight change. Pale blue ice crystals began to sprout within the flesh and blood, and the circulation of his spiritual power had become slightly sluggish.

The thorns were poisoned!

Yuxuzi ignored him. The taiyin demon puppet's wings suddenly vibrated, instantly transforming into a baleful thunderstorm that tore through the sky, crushing towards Changfeng Zhenren.

"RUMBLE!!!"

"Damnable junior, do you truly think this old man fears you!"

Seeing Yuxuzi actually dared to pursue him, Changfeng Zhenren's eyes turned red. Resolving himself, he no longer cared about the Xuan Yin Palace's backing.

He now had only one thought!

Kill!

Kill this person!

Even if it offended the Xuan Yin Palace, as long as he seized this person's Magic Treasures, he wouldn't hesitate even if it meant abandoning the Changfeng Clan!

At worst, he could become a rogue cultivator in the future!