189: Chapter 188 Battle Against Kong

Wang Lin and Tian Yin exchanged a glance, both seeing wariness and a hint of retreat in the other's eyes.

But the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.

Their enmity was already death-deep; if they retreated today, they would likely never have another chance, and they would lose all face.

Tian Yin's eyes flickered as he quickly sent a voice transmission to Wang Lin:

"Old Wang, that puppet's aura is strange. It seems to specialize in body tempering, possessing immense strength and likely extremely high defense."

"Your cultivation is solid and your experience is vast; it is most appropriate for you to tie it down!"

"I will go all out to take down that little beast Chen Zilong as quickly as possible!"

"Once he is dealt with, the puppet will have no one to control it and will no longer be a concern!"

Looking at the Vajra's casserole-sized fists and heavy armor, Wang Lin also felt a bit apprehensive.

Asking him, a Spell Cultivator, to engage in melee combat with such a lump of iron?

But Tian Yin's words made sense. He was the one with the highest cultivation and the most experience here; dealing with a "dead object" like a puppet might be safer than dealing with the cunning Chen Zilong.

Moreover, deep in his heart, his hatred for Chen Zilong ran deeper.

He also wanted to personally torture him to death. Letting Tian Yin go first to exhaust and test the boy suited his intentions perfectly.

"Fine!"

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and agreed, a fierce light appearing in his eyes. "Elder Tian Yin, finish your battle quickly! I will hold off this iron lump for you!"

With their roles decided, the two no longer hesitated.

Wang Lin abruptly slapped his storage bag, and a long saber, blood-red throughout and wrapped in a thick, bloody demonic aura, appeared in his hand—the blood fiend demonic saber!

This was one of his trump card treasures, possessing immense power and specializing in breaking through various protective Qi and hard defenses.

"Vile beast, take this!"

Wang Lin shouted as his body transformed into a streak of blood light. Merging man and blade, he slashed down at the Vajra Puppet's head with a whistle that tore through the air!

Before the blade even arrived, the thick, bloody demonic aura rushed toward it, enough to make one nauseous.

The crimson eye sockets of the Vajra Puppet flashed. Facing this sharp strike, it neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised its right arm.

Its steel fist, encased in heavy armor, met the blood fiend demonic saber head-on with a dull wind pressure and no fancy flourishes!

Meeting hardness with hardness!

Clang—!!!

A deafening boom, like the tolling of a great bell, exploded!

The blood fiend demonic saber slashed fiercely against the Vajra's fist armor, sending blinding sparks flying!

Wang Lin felt an unimaginable force travel up the blade, numbing his hand and making his blood churn. The blood fiend demonic saber even let out a mournful cry, its blood-light dimming significantly!

Yet on the Vajra's fist armor, only a shallow white mark remained; the armor hadn't even been breached!

Wang Lin was horrified; the puppet's defense and strength far exceeded his estimations!

He had originally intended to end the fight quickly, but now it seemed that never mind a quick victory, just tying it down without being killed in return would be an achievement!

He felt bitter in his heart.

But there was no way back now.

He could only bite the bullet and use every skill at his disposal.

Blade light rolled like waves of blood, enveloping the Vajra as he attempted to use exquisite saber techniques and spells to restrain this terrifying metal god of slaughter.

On the other side, seeing that Wang Lin had already engaged the puppet, Tian Yin's heart settled, and his venomous gaze locked onto Chen Zilong.

He looked Chen Zilong up and down, trying to discern the truth of the boy's strength after these past two weeks.

However, Chen Zilong's aura was restrained. Standing there like a deep pool, he was actually somewhat inscrutable.

But this only further incited Tian Yin's ferocity.

Having been reborn through Possession, he desperately needed a victory to stabilize his status and state of mind; Chen Zilong was undoubtedly the best stepping stone.

"Chen Zilong!"

Tian Yin grinned hideously, his voice like the flicking of a viper's tongue. "You didn't expect this, did you? I have returned!"

"This time, I will cut off your limbs, cripple your cultivation, and extract your Nascent Soul to burn it day and night with Xuan Yin True Fire, making you wish for life and crave for death!"

"To avenge the destruction of my body and the humiliation of Possession!"

As he spoke, a black light flashed in his hand, and a strangely shaped, pitch-black, narrow curved blade appeared—the mysterious yin snake blade!

Eerie light flowed over the blade as if countless tiny venomous snakes were moving within it, emitting a cold, bone-corroding aura.

"Die!"

Tian Yin's figure blurred, turning into a flickering black shadow that attacked Chen Zilong like a ghost. The mysterious yin snake blade traced a cunning and vicious arc, aiming directly for Chen Zilong's throat!

The speed was incredibly fast and the angle bizarre, carrying a soul-freezing, frigid saber intent.

Facing Tian Yin's certain-kill strike, Chen Zilong stood in place, not moving at all.

Only when the pitch-black blade was about to touch his skin did he slightly lift his eyelids.

Then, a vast, majestic, terrifying aura—like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening—erupted from him without reservation!

Early Spirit Transformation Realm!

Moreover, it was a pressure of the early Spirit Transformation Realm with an incredibly solid foundation, a perfected Nascent Soul, and the mastery of three different true methods, sweeping across the entire battlefield like an invisible tsunami!

Compared to his previous restrained state on Duanlong Cliff, or even his injured and ill state, the Chen Zilong of this moment was his true, peak form!

"What?! Spirit Transformation Realm?!"

Tian Yin's forward-charging figure came to a sudden halt, the hideous grin on his face instantly freezing into unbelievable horror!

The mysterious yin snake blade in his hand actually began to tremble slightly under that pressure, which felt as grand as heavenly might, as if it had encountered its natural enemy!

Not far away, Wang Lin, who was being forced back by a punch from the Vajra, felt his mind shake upon sensing this aura, nearly getting hit in the chest by the puppet's fist!

They had calculated everything—they thought Chen Zilong might have hidden his strength, or that he might have powerful treasures or puppets—but they never expected that he himself was actually a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator!

And looking at how condensed this aura was, it was by no means as simple as having just entered the Spirit Transformation Realm!

"Impossible! You were clearly..."

Tian Yin cried out, but his words caught in his throat halfway.

He remembered all the anomalies Chen Zilong had shown before—that absurdly powerful physical body, that pure and strange cultivation method...

Everything finally had an explanation!

This kid was simply playing the pig to eat the tiger!

No, he might have truly been injured and fallen in rank before.

But in such a short time, he had actually recovered?!

Immense shock and fear, like cold venomous snakes, instantly coiled around Tian Yin's heart.

He knew he might have made a fatal mistake by severely underestimating this opponent!

This time, he had truly kicked a steel plate.

Chen Zilong watched the colorful changes in expression on Tian Yin's face, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

He gave the opponent no chance to adjust or react.

"Only understanding now? Too late."

He raised both hands, his fingers moving like butterflies through flowers, instantly forming an extremely complex and profound lightning Dharma seal!

At the same time, he chanted under his breath, each syllable seemingly invoking the most fundamental laws of lightning in heaven and earth:

"Nine Heavens Response, Thunder Transformation! Majestic Heavenly Might, Thunder Move—Nine Heavens!"