265: Chapter 265 Monster or Human?

Inside the pitch-black manor, dazzling golden lights suddenly flashed.

Accompanied by the sound of bombardment, dust flew up, and gravel splashed everywhere.

"Lu Shihua, I can't be bothered to entangle with you anymore. Today is the day your Lu family is wiped out!"

Roger muttered incantations, his hands dancing rapidly in front of his chest, the intricate hand seals so fast they dazzled the eyes.

A majestic, several-zhang-tall Esoteric Buddhism Protector materialized out of thin air, standing tall behind him.

As Roger's Cultivation Technique continued to be deployed, the energy surging around the divine statue grew increasingly violent, like a giant beast about to lose control, exuding a chilling coercion.

The next second, the dazzling golden light was like a surging golden angry tide, bombarding forward with a momentum that could snap deadwood and pull up rotten trees.

Wherever it passed, the hard ground was forcefully torn apart, and fractured concrete blocks flew everywhere like dense raindrops.

For a time, rustling dust rose, like a sandstorm had blown up, rapidly filling the surroundings.

The mighty Aura was so great that even the onlookers hiding far away felt their hearts race with fear.

Roger stared at the lingering smoke and dust ahead, a trace of a smile on the corners of his mouth, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

This earth-shattering ultimate skill was evidently enough to completely suppress the opponent.

Even if he couldn't blast Lu Shihua to death, he could still cause him heavy injuries, making him lose the power to resist.

But right in the midst of this chaos, bizarre sights followed one after another.

Dozens of green vines dormant in the dark actually moved against the current.

Their thick bodies were like Dragons emerging from the sea, carrying rolling smoke and dust, winding and twisting out swiftly from all directions.

Pouncing straight toward Roger with a clear target, they instantly formed an encirclement to strangle him.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Roger's pupils constricted, his figure stepping back rapidly, trying to pull away the distance from the vines to dodge the attack.

But having just released his ultimate move with full force, his energy had not fully recovered, and his movements were obviously half a beat slow.

Meanwhile, the sea-of-trees technique deployed by the opponent this time appeared even more fierce and powerful, with extreme speed.

Bang! Bang!

Roger's body took two consecutive lashings from the vines before managing to dodge this extremely dangerous sneak attack.

The smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by a trace of astonishment and panic.

"Roger, more than ten years have passed, and your strength is still no good!"

Lu Shihua's cold voice leisurely drifted out from the smoke and dust.

Then, stepping with steady paces, he revealed his true form.

It turned out that the one who suffered the direct attack of the golden light just now was merely a wooden dummy that used a substitution technique.

At this moment, the rolling smoke, dust, and mist were slowly parted as if by an invisible giant hand.

Behind him, the hazy shadow of a towering giant tree abruptly emerged.

That giant tree went straight to the sky, over a hundred meters high, its top sinking straight into a sea of clouds gathered from thick black fog.

The trunk was thick beyond imagination, requiring at least dozens of people hugging it together to enclose it.

The branches stretched wantonly, as if bringing this heaven and earth under its command, forming an incomparably huge canopy.

Mist lingered among the canopy, and amidst the flickering shadows, countless light spots resembling fireflies flickered and danced, dreamlike and illusory.

The entire scene appeared exceptionally grand and magnificent, exuding a heart-palpitating mysterious power.

Roger's face was pale, forcibly enduring the sharp pain, forcefully suppressing a mouthful of stagnant blood rushing up to his throat.

The Protector statue behind him, originally shining with golden light and sufficient to deter enemies, instantly paled into insignificance in front of the towering giant tree slowly emerging behind Lu Shihua.

The gap between the two was simply like a lesser wizard meeting a greater wizard, like fireflies attempting to rival the bright moon in brilliance.

"Haven't you seen clearly yet?"

Lu Shihua's lips curved upward, this time replaced by a mocking smile on his face:

"The Lu family's ancestral spirit is about to Rebirth soon, a new Secret Realm will soon be constructed into form, and the majestic power that makes all the Lu family's enemies feel fear is also about to return to the world!"

"Now, what do you use to stop me?"

Seeming to verify his words,

the surrounding ground seemed to be injected with an incomparably abundant life energy, first tender green shoots sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, breaking through the soil one after another.

Immediately after, these shoots seemed to have been cast with magic, growing and spreading rapidly at a crazy speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it was lush with green, like a green tide was about to submerge this place.

Perhaps, soon it would further transform into a dense jungle that would make people lose their way.

Not only that, the vines attacking Roger also seemed to be injected with endless power, becoming increasingly violent.

They were like giant pythons choosing people to devour, crazily lashing and entangling everything that dared to block them.

The entire manor had already become their hunting ground.

Roger's figure flashed rapidly, transforming into a black shadow, continuously shuttling through them at a speed hard to trace with the naked eye.

Golden light radiated all over his body, and wherever he went, those surrounding branches and vines were all scorched by fierce fire, turning into ashes one after another.

However, the number of vines was endless like a surging tide, wave after wave, rolling towards Roger successively.

Gradually, the overwhelming vines completely submerged him, and Roger's figure disappeared into a green yet murderous wave.

"This is the true Lu family secret technique ability."

Lu Shihua stood leisurely on the side, waving his arms like a conductor, the smug smile on his face becoming increasingly unbridled.

"Today I will let you open your eyes wide, knowing what is called the foundation of an aristocratic family, what kind of power can make us stand Evergreen Unfalling for hundreds and thousands of years, riding high above you vulgar beings!"

He slightly raised his chin, his tone full of pride and arrogance.

"Here, I am the Dominator of everything, and I can manipulate the lives of all of you at will!"

The battle inside the manor continued to present a white-hot state.

After a bout of contest, looking at the thoroughly disheveled opponent, Lu Shihua continued to sneer and apply pressure:

"Roger, you made your move far too late."

"Now in this situation, unless you are willing to completely shatter the golden bumpa bottle, otherwise there is simply no turning back the tide, nor can you stop the general trend of my Lu family's resurgence."

Saying this, he deliberately paused, the corner of his mouth hooking into a mocking arc:

"However, I guess you don't have this guts. Do you dare? You simply don't dare!"

He was clearly deliberately using these heart-piercing words to disrupt Roger's state of mind, trying to completely crush the opponent both physically and psychologically.

At this moment, with the blessing of the ancestral spirit, Lu Shihua was like a tiger given wings, not only did his ability become even more formidable, but the coercion exuded from his body also became increasingly intense.

Roger struggled to resist the surging attacks wave after wave, sweat beads on his forehead continuously rolling down his face.

Yet his gaze remained incomparably fierce, staring fixedly at Lu Shihua.

Seeming unwilling to be defeated just like this, he wanted to use some life-saving skill to survive in desperate straits, or to reverse the situation with it.

Just as both sides were displaying their abilities and fighting fiercely,

Rumble—

suddenly, a muffled roll of thunder came from the distant horizon, making one's heart give a sudden jolt.

Immediately after, the black fog shrouding the sky above the manor seemed to be crushed by a fist, bursting out with extremely intense and dazzling light.

Accompanied by the light and thunder, the pitch-black, lightless dome gradually became red-hot and translucent, like a skylight scorched by fierce flames.

Then with a crash, like glass shattering one after another, it turned into countless crystalline fragments, disappearing into the Void Realm.

"The Formation has been broken?!"

This thought flashed simultaneously in the minds of Lu Shihua and Roger like a startled thunderbolt.

Amidst their astonishment, the two coincidentally reined in their offensive and looked up.

They saw a dazzling giant fireball whistling down from the sky, carving a crimson tail light in the night sky.

A few seconds later, with a loud bang of a boom, it heavily smashed into the eastern area of the manor, shaking the ground so that it quivered.

In an instant, dust flew, sparks splashed everywhere, and the scorching heat wave rolled outwards.

Its impact force was so great that it even caused some soil and brick fragments to splash a hundred meters away.

Lu Shihua and Roger exchanged a glance, and enemies of many years turned out to have a strange tacit understanding at this moment.

Their figures were like lightning, almost simultaneously opening their legs and sprinting towards the fireball's landing spot.

In front of this sudden heaven-shaking great change, all grudges and fighting and killing appeared completely meaningless.

Confirming the whereabouts of the crucial golden bumpa bottle was the top priority.

When they rushed to the vicinity, the scene before them made the two couldn't help holding their breath.

At the landing point filled with smoke and dust, the air felt as heavy as if it had solidified.

Only the crackling sound of bursting sparks was exceptionally harsh in the dead silence.

Lu Shihua and Roger both stopped, their gazes full of vigilance, staring fixedly at the place where the fireball fell.

"Cough cough—"

A burst of slight coughing broke this brief silence, spreading out from the smoke-filled center.

The two instantly tensed their muscles, making defensive postures by a tacit agreement.

It was as if they were afraid that an alien monster would suddenly jump out from the smoke screen.

As the choking and blinding dust gradually dissipated, a vague humanoid outline loomed faintly.

The two's pupils slightly constricted, looking over without blinking.

After a few seconds, the outline of the figure presented itself more and more clearly.

That was not any monster, but a naked human male.

He was unexpectedly standing in a crater that had been smashed out in a horse-stance posture.

Under the dim light, one could see the red mask worn on his face, with fangs exposed, a ferocious expression, as if an evil ghost.

The clothes on his body were tattered, with only a few wisps of cloth smoking with sparks, obviously the result of being ravaged by fierce fire.

Large areas of bronze skin were thus exposed outside, muscles bulging, well-defined, as perfect as a sculpture.

That sturdy and agile figure showcased an indescribable masculine aesthetic.

Coupled with the ferocious mask and bald image, it was just like an angry-eyed Vajra suppressing demons in a temple, exuding a violent and dangerous Aura.

A flash of astonishment first crossed Roger's eyes, quickly returning to composure.

Light flickered in his eyes, his mind running rapidly, pondering how to use this suddenly appearing visitor from beyond the heavens to plot for himself and change the situation.

Lu Shihua's brows were tightly locked, his eyes full of deep doubt and dread.

He turned his head to glance at Roger standing a few meters away, secretly guessing the origin of this person in his heart.

Then, without changing his expression, he slightly clenched his fists, preparing to deal with emergencies.

Right at this moment, the eyes under the male's mask suddenly opened, and his gaze pierced through the smoke like substance, shooting towards the two.

That gaze was scarlet and blazing, containing an incomparably strong Battle Intent, actually causing both experts to involuntarily feel a jolt in their hearts and take half a step back.

Fang Cheng sized up the two unfamiliar fellows staring at him, but felt somewhat dazed.

Lowering his head to look at his scantily clad, nearly naked body, it was covered with traces left by fire burns and friction during rapid descent.

He touched the scalding mask on his face again, his memory suddenly somewhat disordered.

"Am I Undergoing Tribulation? How did I run here?"

The sequelae of rapid descent from a height of a hundred and several tens of meters were slowly presenting themselves.

His ears were buzzing, just as if countless bees were constantly flying and rotating around him.

Until the dizziness in his head caused by the violent concussion slightly eased.

Only then did Fang Cheng remember the process of leaping high into the sky, shattering the golden bumpa bottle with Boxing, destroying the Formation, and falling from the sky.

Thinking of this, a strong sense of nausea suddenly rushed up to his throat, accompanied by some shortness of breath and chest tightness.

Fang Cheng's heart gave a jolt, immediately operating the Breathing Technique, silently conditioning his disordered Aura and his internal organs that were also shaken out of place.

Leaping down from a height of over a hundred meters was not a simple challenge for any carbon-based life form.

Fortunately, at the moment of landing, Fang Cheng deployed the skill special effect of Evergreen Unfalling, forcibly resisting the terrifying impact force.

His bones and muscles did not suffer serious damage because of this; besides some soreness, there was no major problem, and at least his body could still move normally at this moment.

But his internal organs could not quite withstand this huge impact force, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to fully condition and recover them for a while.

Lu Shihua and Roger still stared at him closely, their eyes full of vigilance.

The three of them all had misgivings toward each other, and for a moment none of them dared to act rashly, forming a subtle stalemate.

The atmosphere at the scene appeared both tense and fragile, like a tightened string that would snap with a gentle pull.

Right at this touch-and-go juncture, the towering giant tree emerging in the manor suddenly emitted a low mournful cry, like a swan song of life about to fade away.

The shadow of the giant tree, which was gradually clearing and about to take shape, became blurry again, re-shrouded by a layer of mist.

The tender green plants that had just grown around unexpectedly also showed signs of withering, their leaves rapidly losing luster, beginning to curl and shrivel, as if their vitality was instantly extracted.

Seeing this scene, Lu Shihua could finally no longer endure it.

He stepped forward, his eyes full of anxiety and anger, questioning loudly:

"Who on earth are you? Where is the golden bumpa bottle? Was it shattered by you?!"

Hearing this, Roger slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze also revealing concern for the whereabouts of his sect's holy artifact.

Although Fang Cheng did not know what background these two people had, he acutely felt the oncoming murderous intent and incomparably strong Aura.

In his heart, he understood that they were definitely top-tier experts; in his current terrible state, he must absolute not show cowardice at this time.

Looking at Roger's bald-headed and black-robed appearance, Fang Cheng suddenly recalled the battle report previously mentioned by Li Dingjian and the professor.

His gaze then quickly swept across the surroundings, seeing the figures of another two familiar lamas in the distance.

Turning his head, he instantly understood the current situation.

"Senior Brother Roger."

Fang Cheng then straightened his body, trying to make his voice sound steady and powerful, and slowly said:

"Junior Brother has not failed the mission, and has successfully destroyed the Formation and shattered the golden bumpa bottle."