92: Taoism prohibition! Blowing away with one punch!

Watching Wu Tian, whose entire body was steaming white, Chunyu Yue's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of panic.

"How is this possible?"

"The power of the Dragon Vein, how could you completely fuse with it?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"..."

"Stop asking so many damn questions!"

"If you must ask, I'm your dad!"

Wu Tian impatiently wrung his neck, slowly raising two fingers on his right hand, as a faint red glow began to condense between his fingers.

"Daoist Art..."

"It's that strange Daoist Art fluctuation again!"

Chunyu Yue narrowed his eyes.

Although he had witnessed the peculiar fluctuations of Daoist Art many times before, this time, the fluctuations coming from Wu Tian’s hand seemed even more intense.

It seemed the fusion with the Dragon Vein had elevated his strength to another level.

But... so what?

Chunyu Yue was not like those second or third-rate geomancers outside.

Two thousand years ago, he was able to kill Wuming with his own strength, and now two millennia had passed.

Would he be afraid of this young punk?

Swish, swish, swish!

Chunyu Yue's hands danced rapidly in front of him, and one faint gray seal after another slowly condensed as his hand seals flew.

"Lin Bing Dou Zhe, Jie Lie Zhen Qian Xing!"

"Yu!"

Buzz!

A circular halo flashed in front of Chunyu Yue, and faint gray runes quickly condensed before him.

The square rune frame that had formed instantly retracted, crashing into the faint gray halo.

Then... Clang!

A metallic clang sounded in front of Chunyu Yue.

The halo and the rune frame rotated and overlapped, forming a gray shield shimmering with countless runes amidst a shower of sparks.

It was aimed directly at Wu Tian.

"..."

"Come on!"

"Let me see your true strength, you yellow-mouthed brat!"

Chunyu Yue looked at Wu Tian not far away with a proud expression, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Hmph!"

Wu Tian couldn't be bothered with Chunyu Yue's taunts, drawing a talisman with his fingers and chanting an incantation.

A small red sword slowly materialized between his fingers... "Heaven and Earth, Xuanhuang, Tianyue seals the mountains, the gods are impermanent, the heavenly decree is boundless!"

"God-Slaying Decree!"

"Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart!"

"Gather!"

Wu Tian roared!

The small red sword hovering at his fingertip instantly trembled, then split into two, two into three, and three into ten thousand swords!

"Whoosh..."

Tens of thousands of small red swords rapidly swirled around Wu Tian!

The crimson light reflected the immense killing intent on Wu Tian's face, and an unrivaled sharp aura condensed around him.

"Old Daoist Art..."

Wu Tian dismissively curled his lips.

"Let's see how you stop me!"

"Hurry!"

Wu Tian roared!

The speed of the ten thousand flying swords instantly doubled, and an ear-piercing whistling sound continuously arose around Wu Tian!

"Break!"

Wu Tian roared again!

Thousands of small swords instantly lined up and charged forward, rushing towards Chunyu Yue, who was holding the gray shield not far away!

The dense red swords became streaks of afterimages.

In Chunyu Yue's horrified expression... Ding... Ding-ding-dang-dang!

Boom!

Like a sudden storm, they fiercely struck the gray Daoist Art shield in his hand!

"Crack..."

A faint cracking sound echoed, and in Chunyu Yue's terrified eyes, the indestructible 'Yu' character shield in his hand instantly shattered under the impact of the ten thousand small swords!

Crack!

Pfft!

The moment the shield shattered, Chunyu Yue instantly flashed to dodge.

But... the speed of the small swords was simply too fast!

Even though Chunyu Yue's speed was already very fast, he was still pierced by dozens of red small swords, leaving streaks of dark brown blood in the air!

"Hmph..."

Chunyu Yue let out a cry of pain.

Then, while rapidly dodging the red small swords behind him, he quickly waved his hands in front of him, and one 'Yu' character shield after another condensed before him.

But!

Crack... crack!

Crack!

A dozen consecutive shattering sounds rang out; these shields offered no obstruction whatsoever, shattering into pieces under Wu Tian's red small swords, no matter how many there were!

"..."

"Good!"

Aoyu, trapped in the resentment restriction, instantly widened his dragon eyes!

He excitedly threw left hooks and right hooks within the restricted space!

"Damn, that's satisfying!"

"Kid, hit him hard for me!"

"That bastard..."

"Pound the crap out of him!"

"Let him act all high and mighty!"

"..."

Swish, swish, swish!

Just as Aoyu was venting his frustration and going all out within the resentment restriction, the tens of thousands of small swords gradually dwindled under Chunyu Yue's desperate defense.

But... Chunyu Yue also paid a huge price!

His abdomen was pierced with a dozen small holes.

Five fingers on his left hand had vanished!

Even his left ear was sliced off by a sword and fell to the ground.

"Huff, huff..."

Chunyu Yue panted heavily, dark brown blood slowly flowing down his limbs to the ground, his eyes full of apprehension as he looked at Wu Tian.

"I didn't expect..."

"Your Daoist Arts to be so powerful?"

"Cough, cough..."

With a cough.

Dark brown blood clots coughed out from Chunyu Yue's mouth.

"However..."

Although disheveled, Chunyu Yue still chuckled as he looked at Wu Tian.

"You're only strong in Daoist Arts, don't forget this is my home ground!"

"Your Daoist Arts..."

"Are about to fail!"

"Hmph!"

Chunyu Yue roared in a low voice.

From his body, and from the restriction that bound the Dragon Vein, a dense black resentment slowly floated up, then condensed little by little in front of him.

"Lin Bing Dou Zhe, Jie Lie Zhen Qian Xing!"

"Lie!"

"Seal!"

Buzz!

As Chunyu Yue's words fell, a thick, black resentful mist that couldn't be dispersed rapidly rose from the ground of the entire underground space.

Then... these black mists continuously twisted and reorganized on the ground, and an ancient-looking array slowly appeared!

"Cough, cough..."

Chunyu Yue coughed up several more blood clots.

He glared ferociously at Wu Tian and roared in a low voice.

"Originally, this body of mine could have been used for a while longer, but today you've exhausted its lifespan, which is truly a bit regrettable!"

"But it's fine!"

Chunyu Yue looked at Wu Tian's body, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Kill you!"

"Your body will be mine!"

"This array can seal your Qi, preventing you from using Daoist Arts, hehe..."

"I want to see, without Daoist Arts..."

"How much strength do you still have?"

"..."

"Can't use Daoist Arts anymore?"

Wu Tian tilted his head.

Then, he carelessly shook his hand and said indifferently, "If I can't use them, I can't use them then."

"Anyway, I don't rely on Daoist Arts for a living!"

"Oh?"

"Hahahaha..."

Chunyu Yue burst into laughter.

"Still talking tough?"

"You can still laugh without the reliance of Daoist Arts; I don't know if you're foolish or fearless in your ignorance, but I'll show you..."

Chunyu Yue drew a circle with one hand.

Specks of gray talismans formed in front of him.

A gray-black short sword appeared before him, which he gripped tightly with his right hand!

"What it means to be... on my home turf!"

Whoosh!

However!

Before Chunyu Yue could finish his sentence, Wu Tian's body, steaming with vapor, had already vanished from his original spot!

Whoosh!

Bang!

In the blink of an eye!

Chunyu Yue's body was blasted away like a cannonball by Wu Tian's punch, crashing heavily against the stone wall behind him.

Dust fell silently.

Wu Tian's figure slowly appeared in the spot where Chunyu Yue had just been.

His face was full of disdain.

"The slogans you shout are certainly earth-shattering!"

"Is that all?"

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