35: Tang Wu fled for his life; the pursuers were after Tang Wu!

What Lu Yu had Cultivated before was not only the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Technique of the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Sect, but also, as a son of destiny, he obtained the heavenly grade top-tier Body Refining Cultivation Technique, Overlord Body Tempering Art, in a Secret Realm.

Over the years, he has used his own fists more often to kill enemies. Under the Cultivation of this Body Refining technique, his best weapon is still his own Physical Body.

"Die!"

A Demonic Path Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage Middle Stage, wielding a black Demonic Blade the size of a door panel, grinned and chopped down. The blade wind was piercing, faintly accompanied by the wailing of ghosts!

Lu Yu didn't dodge. His right fist clenched, and the purple-gold patterns under his skin instantly lit up. He punched out at the descending Demonic Blade!

Clang——!!!

The deafening clang of metal against metal made people's eardrums ache!

That Demonic Blade, which was of no mean grade, was actually bent and cracked by Lu Yu's bare fist!

A violent and unparalleled force transmitted along the blade. The Demonic Cultivator's right arm, holding the blade, twisted strangely with a 'crack', and he himself was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy hammer, spitting fresh blood and knocking over two companions behind him!

"What kind of monster?!"

Another Demonic Cultivator at Nascent Soul Stage Sixth Layer, skilled in sneak attacks and as ghostly as a phantom, silently appeared behind Lu Yu's side during the interval of his punch, thrusting a dagger coated with dark blue venom directly at his back!

Lu Yu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Using his left foot as an axis, he suddenly spun around, sweeping out his left leg like a steel whip!

The leg wind tore through the air, and still wrapped in Blazing Sun True Fire, it let out a sharp 爆鳴!

"Bang!"

The attacking Demonic Cultivator felt as if he had been swept by a moving mountain. His protective Devilish Qi instantly disintegrated, his chest bones shattered, and he was kicked away at the waist, losing all signs of life in mid-air and being incinerated into nothingness by the Blazing Sun True Fire that had tainted him.

The power of one leg strike was terrifying!

Under the operation of the Overlord Body Tempering Art and the Immortal Grade Blazing Sun True Fire Art within his body, his current strength at the Nascent Soul Stage had almost no rivals!

He moved without stopping, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. His fists, feet, elbows, and knees—every part of his body transformed into the most lethal weapons.

Purple-gold light flowed over his body, with Blazing Sun True Fire and Phoenix True Flame each occupying his left and right sides, forming a distinct golden-red and fiery-red battle armor of flames on his body!

It was as if an Immortal God from the Immortal Realm had descended!

Unleashing unparalleled divine flame light!

Each strike contained immense power capable of collapsing mountains and shattering stones. The protective spiritual light and Demonic Path Magical Artifacts of those Demonic Cultivators were as fragile as paper before his unreasonable Physical Body strength!

Both the Blazing Sun True Fire and the Phoenix True Flame are special divine fires with immense destructive power. Not only are they powerful in killing, but they also have strong destructive power against defenses and Magical Artifacts!

Currently, he simply cannot unleash the full power of these two divine fires!

Bang bang bang! Crack! Pfft!

The sound of bones shattering, Magical Artifacts exploding, and short, dying screams mixed together, playing a cruel symphony of death.

In just over ten breaths, seven or eight Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators were either dead or crippled, lying all over the ground.

Lu Yu also gained a few shallow wounds, but the blood flowing out faintly shimmered with a golden hue, emitting a supreme Yang Qi, causing the lingering Devilish Qi to sizzle and rapidly dissipate.

Lin Wanqiu followed behind, her heart surging and her small face flushed. She seized the opportunity to knock down two severely wounded Demonic Cultivators who weren't dead yet with her flaming longsword, finally drawing blood and getting a taste of battle.

This fire-attributed longsword was a Magical Artifact Lu Yu had given her.

Just as Lu Yu dealt with this small group of enemies and scanned the battlefield for his next target.

The corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure attempting to flee towards the outskirts, hugging the shadows behind a collapsed temple ruin in the distance.

That person's right arm was still thickly bandaged, and his face was pale. It was none other than Tang Wu!

It seems that the arm he had crippled was quickly recovering and growing back thanks to Tang Zhen's precious medicine!

And this grandson!

Taking advantage of the Sect's chaos and the internal and external attacks, he actually wanted to slip away!

Lu Yu's eyes instantly turned cold, and killing intent surged like a tide.

New grudges and old hatreds, it's time to settle them all at once!

"Wanqiu, go meet up with Aunt Luo and help treat the injured!"

Lu Yu left a sentence behind, his figure already like an arrow shot from a bow, transforming into a blurry afterimage, chasing rapidly in the direction Tang Wu fled!

Tang Wu was enduring the severe pain, pondering how to escape the Sect amidst the chaos and directly defect to the Demonic Region.

He had no lingering attachment to the Canglan Sacred Sect and harbored bone-deep hatred for Lu Yu and Leng Qingshuang.

Furthermore, he had already acknowledged the remnant soul of the demon lord of Heavenly Nether Hall as his master and had even become sworn brothers with the remnant soul of the demon lord's Genius son, Tang San.

Moreover, their entire family was not truly from the Canglan Sacred Sect!

His grandfather Tang Zhen was no longer the true Tang Zhen from hundreds of years ago. During a battle between the Canglan Sacred Sect and the Demonic Region hundreds of years ago, the true Tang Zhen had already been killed by the demon lord of Heavenly Nether Hall.

The current Tang Zhen is merely someone possessed by the old monster from Heavenly Nether Hall. His father was even born to this old monster using Tang Zhen's body, meaning that although Tang Wu and his father have the blood of the Canglan Tang Family, their Soul essence is already the direct descendant of that old monster from Heavenly Nether Hall.

It was also because that old monster from Heavenly Nether Hall had Cultivated a special Demonic Technique in his early years, which led to infertility. After Possessing Tang Zhen, although his fertility was still affected and somewhat lacking, he fortunately managed to have a son and this grandson using Tang Zhen's body in the end.

With Tang Wu, who was essentially the old monster's biological grandson in terms of Soul, he was treated with great affection and care!

One could say that on the surface, he was a Disciple of the Canglan Sacred Sect, but secretly, he had long been a person of Heavenly Nether Hall.

In his view at this moment, his current actions were a return to the embrace of his true Sect!

Suddenly, he felt an extremely sharp killing intent lock onto him from behind, as if he had been targeted by an ancient Vicious Beast, and his hair stood on end instantly!

He turned his head sharply, only to see Lu Yu's cold face rapidly enlarging in his vision!

"Lu Yu!!!"

Tang Wu was scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, letting out a strange cry. Ignoring his injuries, he frantically injected his remaining spiritual power into a flying Magical Artifact under his feet, fleeing forward desperately!

"Run? Can you escape?"

Lu Yu's voice was cold, and his speed increased again. The distance between the two rapidly shortened!

Tang Wu, in his panic, plunged into an area of old medicine gardens with complex terrain, filled with broken Formation traps.

Lu Yu followed closely.

"Stop him for me!"

Tang Wu shrieked at several Demonic Cultivators ahead who were entangled with Canglan Disciples, attempting to divert the trouble.

Those Demonic Cultivators were fighting excitedly. Hearing this, they looked at the pursuing Lu Yu, sensed that he was only at the Nascent Soul Third Level, and one of them grinned menacingly and lunged forward.

Lu Yu didn't even look. His forward momentum didn't decrease; he merely casually threw out a flaming fire fist!

The fist wind, condensed like a fire Dragon, arrived later but struck first, slamming into the shield the Demonic Cultivator hastily raised.

The shield shattered, the Demonic Cultivator's chest caved in, and he flew backward without even a grunt, clearly not alive.

Tang Wu was scared out of his wits; Lu Yu's strength was even more terrifying than he had expected!

He desperately urged his Magical Artifact, darting left and right among the ruins.

Lu Yu, like a Yama King coming for a life, followed unhurriedly, casually dispatching any obstructive Demonic Cultivators or traps along the way, toying with Tang Wu like a cat with a mouse, slowly wearing down his will and stamina.

Finally, Tang Wu was forced to the edge of a cliff, below which was a mist-shrouded abyss, leaving him no retreat.