175: Chapter 175 Profound Yin Fiend Body

Wang Bufan was the first to move.

He had been suppressing a surge of anger for a long time, wanting to crush this ignorant fool who had caused him to lose face in front of his own elder in the most overwhelming way possible before everyone!

"Xuan Yin True Fire, rise!"

He gave a low shout and performed a hand seal, and dark black flames suddenly erupted around his body!

This fire lacked the heat of ordinary flames; instead, it emitted a bone-chilling cold, making the air at the edges of the flames seem frozen and distorted.

The flames spread rapidly, condensing behind him into a thirty-meter-long black fire python with distinct scales and glowing eyes. It hissed and flickered its tongue, emitting the violent demonic power fluctuations of the Nascent Soul Early Stage!

"Go!"

Wang Bufan pointed a finger!

The black fire python let out a silent roar.

Its massive body was as agile as lightning as it opened its hideous maw, lunging toward Chen Zilong with a soul-freezing chill and a bizarre, incinerating high temperature!

Wherever it passed, even the surface of the rocks condensed a thin layer of black ice.

With his first move, he unleashed the signature killing technique of the Xuan Yin Sect!

Clearly, he wanted to end the battle quickly and establish his dominance on the spot!

A chorus of gasps rang out from below the cliff.

Many low-level cultivators were forced back repeatedly by the pressure emitted by the fire python, their faces turning pale.

Chen Zilong stood his ground. Seeing the fire python bearing down on him, he unhurriedly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers with his palm facing upward.

There was no incantation, no complex hand seals.

"Crackle!"

A dazzling blue electrical arc burst from his palm without warning!

The arc was only as thick as a finger, yet it was incredibly condensed.

Carrying a majestic heavenly might that was supremely Yang and pure, capable of purging all evil, it struck the forehead of the black fire python with precision!

"Boom!"

The seemingly minute electrical arc collided with the massive fire python, erupting in a startling explosion!

Blue thunder light burst forth, instantly dispelling the chilling black flames on the python's head and revealing the core within, composed of pure Yin Fiend spiritual energy.

The fire python let out a pained hiss, and its forward momentum came to a sudden halt.

Chen Zilong's figure blurred, leaving a faint afterimage in place, while his true self appeared at the side of the fire python.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword, fine purple thunder light swirling at his fingertips, and made a seemingly casual swipe at a certain spot on the python's body!

"Sizzle—"

Like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, wherever the thunder light passed, the black flames dissipated one after another.

The massive body of the fire python was actually severed into two pieces by this single strike!

Thunder light danced at the severed ends, preventing them from healing.

"What?!"

Bufan's pupils shrank, and a look of shock appeared on his face for the first time.

His Xuan Yin True Fire Python, which would give even an ordinary Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator a hard time, had been broken so effortlessly by the opponent?

He dared not be overconfident any longer and rapidly changed his hand seals. The two severed pieces of the fire python exploded violently, turning into a sky full of black fire rain!

Covering dozens of meters, every drop of fire rain contained venomous cold energy; touching it would corrode bone and wither the soul!

At the same time, he sacrificed a small black banner—the xuan yin banner!

The banner fluttered loudly as countless hideous ghostly faces emerged, letting out shrill howls and sending sound waves directly at the soul!

This was a mental attack coordinated with the Xuan Yin True Fire, making it impossible to guard against.

Chen Zilong remained calm amidst the fire rain and ghostly howls.

With a thought, the first-generation Dharma Treasure, the five thunders heavenly heart armor, glowed slightly.

"Buzz—"

A layer of azure, transparent thunder light shield instantly enveloped his entire body.

The black fire rain fell onto the shield, making a "sizzling" sound and emitting green smoke, but it could not penetrate it.

The ghostly howling sound waves that rushed toward his soul also struck the thunder light shield and were mostly neutralized by the supreme Yang thunder power.

By the time they reached Chen Zilong's Sea of Consciousness, they were as weak as a light breeze and were easily dispelled by his resilient soul.

"Is this all you've got?"

Chen Zilong's voice came through the thunder light shield, flat but carrying a hint of faint mockery.

Wang Bufan's face turned ashen, and he laughed out of extreme anger:

"Good! Good! It seems if I don't bring out the real stuff, however..."

"You really think you can stand on equal footing with this young master!"

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the xuan yin banner.

The black light on the banner intensified, and the ghostly howls suddenly grew several times stronger.

At the same time, three incredibly solid black chains flew out from the banner like three venomous snakes, bypassing the thunder light shield and coiling toward Chen Zilong's body from three tricky angles!

These chains were not physical entities; they were designed specifically to lock spiritual power and trap the soul, a venomous method used by the Xuan Yin Sect to capture enemies.

Chen Zilong's gaze narrowed, knowing he could no longer remain on the defensive.

Thunder light suddenly appeared beneath his feet!

"Three Thousand Thunder Movements!"

His figure instantly blurred, leaving several thunderous afterimages in place that were hard to distinguish from the real thing.

The three black chains pierced through the afterimages but caught nothing.

The next moment, Chen Zilong appeared in the air above Wang Bufan.

His right hand grasped at the air, and a silver war spear completely condensed from the power of lightning formed in his palm. Thunder light flickered at the tip, emitting an aura of destruction.

"Shocking Thunder Spear, fall!"

With a swing of his arm, the thunder spear turned into a bolt of purple lightning, tearing through the air and piercing straight toward Wang Bufan's crown with a deafening roar of thunder!

Its speed was so fast it was comparable to a real bolt of heavenly lightning striking down!

Wang Bufan was horrified. The xuan yin banner rushed back to defend, its surface expanding like a black shield to block above his head.

"BOOM—!!!"

The thunder spear struck the xuan yin banner violently! Dazzling purple and black light exploded, and a violent shockwave spread in a ring, scraping a layer of rock off the platform's surface!

Nearby observers hurriedly propped up their protective spiritual lights, yet they were still blown about unsteadily.

The xuan yin banner trembled violently, and several ghostly faces on its surface wailed and shattered.

Wang Bufan let out a muffled groan and retreated three steps, his face turning pale; he had clearly suffered a minor setback.

After the strike, Chen Zilong did not pursue. His figure flashed again to widen the distance, his breathing steady, as if that violent strike just now had been done casually.

In just a few rounds, the difference in their abilities was already vaguely apparent.

Chen Zilong's movement was ghost-like, and his thunder techniques were fierce and sharp, allowing him to respond with ease.

Wang Bufan's methods were venomous, yet he was restricted at every turn, appearing quite flustered.

Above and below the cliff, a commotion broke out.

Those who had originally favored Wang Bufan began to feel uncertain.

Zhou Xiao's tightly clenched fists relaxed slightly, and hope ignited in her eyes.

Elder Tian Yin remained with his eyes closed, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Wang Bufan felt the change in the gazes around him.

Especially those eyes that were originally filled with awe but now carried doubt, making him mad with shame and indignation.

He stared fixedly at Chen Zilong, bloodshot veins spreading in his eyes.

"You forced me..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with endless malice. "I didn't want to use this move... but to make you understand how you died, and to make you and the Zhou Family despair completely..."

He suddenly tore open the front of his robes, revealing his chest.

There, a complex black rune was etched, writhing slightly like a living thing and emitting a heart-palpitating evil aura.

"With my essence blood as a sacrifice for my soul, I respectfully invite the Xuan Yin Fiend Sovereign to grant me supreme magic power!"

Wang Bufan seemed crazed as he spat mouthful after mouthful of essence blood onto the rune on his chest.

The rune released a massive black light that rapidly spread across his entire body, and his aura began to surge frantically!

Veins bulged beneath his skin, turning a bizarre black color.

His eyes were completely overtaken by pitch blackness, leaving only two points of crimson.

Nascent Soul Early Stage...

Nascent Soul Early Stage Peak...

Nascent Soul Middle Stage!

In just a few breaths, his cultivation had forcibly increased to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage with the help of some evil secret technique!

Although his aura was hollow and unstable, carrying a heavy scent of blood and backlash...

The genuine pressure of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage could not be faked!

"Xuan Yin Fiend Body!"

A knowledgeable cultivator cried out in shock, "He actually practiced this forbidden technique! This is an evil method that burns one's origin and lifespan!"

"Wang Bufan has gone mad! To win, he doesn't even want his life?"

...

Elder Tian Yin suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of anger and helplessness passing through them, but in the end, he did not stop him.

Things had reached this point; there was only one path left to take.

Zhou Xiao's heart instantly sank to the bottom, the hope that had just risen being ruthlessly extinguished.

Nascent Soul Middle Stage!

Chen Zilong, he...