133: Shura vs. Chen Ao

Eight hellish weapons, imbued with a bloodlust capable of tearing the sky, sealed off all of Chen Ao's escape routes from eight extremely tricky angles.

This wasn't an attack.

This was torture.

It was pure, unreserved destruction.

Chen Ao's subordinates had completely lost the ability to think; they froze in place, their only option to await the inevitable carnage.

However, the reason the name "Chen Ao" became the only taboo in Linzhou's black market wasn't solely due to his mental secret arts.

Facing this world-shattering encirclement, Chen Ao didn't even look up.

He simply raised his right hand.

Then, he lightly snapped his fingers.

Snap.

There was no energy burst, no surging air currents.

Only six fist-sized elemental spheres, emitting different lights, appeared out of thin air around his body.

Crimson fire.

Dark blue ice.

Leaping lightning.

Invisible wind.

Heavy earth.

Sharp metal.

The six elemental spheres floated silently, encircling him with perfect rhythm, forming an absolute domain.

The next instant, the Eight-Armed Asura's attack arrived.

Boom!

The first to arrive was the mountain-cleaving great axe. It carried an unparalleled Giant Strength, striking fiercely at the crimson fireball above Chen Ao's head.

The anticipated explosion did not occur.

The crimson fireball merely swirled gently, and a soft yet incredibly resilient vortex of flames enveloped the great axe.

The terrifying kinetic energy, enough to cleave a tank, was swiftly dissipated, transferred, and ultimately nullified within the vortex.

Immediately after.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Seven metallic clashes, so dense they almost merged into one, erupted at the center of the battlefield!

Claws met the ice sphere, and the bloodlust at their tips was instantly frozen.

Bone blades struck the lightning sphere, trembling wildly from the violent electric arcs.

Long spears, short daggers, chain hammers... every hellish weapon was precisely intercepted by a corresponding elemental sphere.

The eight violent attacks, capable of destroying an entire city block, failed to even touch Chen Ao's clothes.

He was like a reef in the eye of a storm, unmoving amidst the raging tsunami.

Behind the obsidian shield.

Wang Han's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

He didn't quite understand professional combat.

But he understood strength and weakness.

The Eight-Armed Asura blood shadow in the sky, what a terrifying demonic god it was.

Yet now, all of this demonic god's attacks were so effortlessly blocked by that man with six small glowing spheres.

This had exceeded his scope of understanding.

Chen Ao had never, from beginning to end, considered Zhao Tianyang an opponent of the same caliber.

He was observing, analyzing, enjoying.

He was using the most energy-efficient and effective method to consume the power Zhao Tianyang gained by burning his life force.

At the same time, he was demonstrating his absolute dominance as the King of Linzhou to everyone.

"Roar!"

With one attack thwarted, Zhao Tianyang's madness intensified.

His eight arms launched a second, a third, and countless more waves of attacks with even greater speed and ferocity!

Above the sky, it completely transformed into a purgatory of light and shadow.

Bloody weapon afterimages clashed wildly with six-colored elemental glows, each impact erupting in deafening roars and destructive energy aftershocks.

But no matter how frantic or dense Zhao Tianyang's attacks were.

The six elemental spheres always appeared at the crucial positions at just the right moment, neutralizing the most lethal attacks with minimal cost.

Chen Ao didn't even move a single step.

He stood with his hands behind his back, head tilted up, watching the frenzied asura dharma body as if enjoying a spectacular play.

"It's useless! It's useless! Tianyang!"

From the ruins, the old ghost, clutching Seventh Master's corpse, let out a heart-wrenching wail.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with both grief and endless resentment.

"His elemental spheres seem perfect, but each defense consumes core energy! Attack his main body! His mental power is entirely used to control the elemental spheres, his body's defense is at its weakest!"

"Did you hear me! Attack his feet! He appears to be standing in mid-air, but in reality, energy still flows! That is his foundation!"

The old ghost screamed with all his might, trying to impart his years of experience in potions and combat to the young man who had lost his sanity.

He hoped for a miracle.

He hoped Zhao Tianyang still had a shred of reason left.

However, the asura dharma body in the sky did not respond to his cries.

Its eyes held only destruction.

In its world, there was only this enemy that must be torn apart.

It continued to squander its life force in the most primitive and savage way.

The old ghost's shouts gradually turned into desperate whimpers.

He looked at the sky, then at Seventh Master, whose body in his arms was already cold, and finally, his cloudy old tears broke free.

"Old Seven... I'm useless... I'm so useless..."

Chen Ao seemed to hear the old ghost's analysis; he glanced at the ruins with interest.

"Not a bad analysis."

He even commented.

"Too bad, this guy can't understand human speech anymore."

These words completely shattered the old ghost's last mental defense.

Since he had been betrayed by everyone in Qingyun, he rarely experienced pure human affection.

Only a few people made him feel they were worth befriending.

Zhao Tianyang was such a person.

He didn't understand Zhao Tianyang's thoughts, but he knew that this child was very pure, so pure that he was almost foolish.

Such purity and childlike innocence made it hard for the old ghost not to develop a different kind of feeling.

Like looking at his own child.

But now the child was mad, and his friend was dead.

A sense of despair, identical to that of years ago, once again surged within him.

This time, he still had no solution whatsoever.

"Chen Ao! I'll f*** your mother! May you die a horrible death! May you die a horrible death!"

The old ghost cursed like a madman, using the most venomous language.

Chen Ao, however, couldn't even be bothered to give him an extra reaction.

His patience seemed to be running out.

The appreciative amusement gradually faded from his face, replaced by a bottomless chill.

Zhao Tianyang was mad, and unfortunately, Chen Ao was not a soft-hearted person.

"The farce should end."

He muttered to himself.

No longer passively defending.

The six elemental spheres floating around him suddenly shone brightly!

Boom!

The crimson fireball violently erupted, transforming into a roaring fire dragon that instantly entangled the asura's axe arm; the terrifying high temperature distorted the air.

Crack!

The dark blue ice sphere exploded, turning into a sky full of ice crystals, freezing two of the asura's arms along with their weapons in mid-air.

Sizzle!

The lightning sphere transformed into an electric net, covering it from above.

The wind, earth, and metal elemental spheres also launched their attacks simultaneously.

In just an instant.

The tide of offense and defense completely reversed!

The Eight-Armed Asura, which had just been mighty and furiously attacking, had six of its arms instantly restrained, unable to move.

Only two arms, gripping claws, were still struggling in vain.