Chapter 356 - 273: You! The Little Brat Who Destroyed My True Form!
Chapter 356: Chapter 273: You! The Little Brat Who Destroyed My True Form!
He Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing, as he firmly gripped a large black blade with golden threads in his right hand.
A visible, searing white aura coiled and rose from the blade’s surface.
The intense heat distorted the surrounding air.
The chilling atmosphere that initially filled the hall was instantly reduced to more than half by the onslaught of heat waves.
"Just as I predicted."
He Yan’s gaze was fixed on the darkness gradually gathering within the mansion, a slight frown on his brow: "A sinister Yin energy of the extreme level!"
No sooner had he spoken than the temperature within the mansion suddenly plummeted to freezing point.
In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness swept over, quickly piercing through He Yan’s flesh and reaching deep into his marrow.
In the blink of an eye, visible white ice crystals began to condense from the air in the hall.
These ice crystals shimmered with a cold glow in the gloomy hall.
Countless blurry, eerie shadows slowly gathered from all directions.
Amidst the swirling black mist, they gradually formed the shape of a hunched old man.
The old man was emaciated, with a withered visage, sunken eyes, and skin as pale as paper, resembling an ancient corpse that had emerged from a tomb.
He wore a worn-out robe, the hem fluttering without wind, exuding a suffocating, cold aura.
If Yan Chengping were still alive, he would surely recognize this terrifying old man.
He was none other than the long-deceased patriarch of the Feng Family, Feng Jin!
The hunched old man slowly raised his head, his hollow eyes fixing on He Yan, a strange smile curling at his lips.
This exceedingly bizarre look sent a shiver down He Yan’s spine.
He Yan hesitated not at all, his eyes suddenly widening, and the black blade with golden threads in his hand quivered slightly.
The searing white aura on the blade grew even more intense, as if it were about to ignite the surrounding air.
The next moment, He Yan’s aura erupted without reservation.
The pressure of a Martial Artist at the peak of the Inner Qi Realm surged forth, like a scorching torrent, directly targeting the eerie old man, in an attempt to counter his terrifying Yin energy.
He Yan, having done all this, showed no sign of pausing; he aimed to seize the initiative!
Immediately, He Yan swung the large blade in his hand fiercely, sweeping towards the fearsome old man before him.
The blade gleamed like a rainbow, blazing like fire, the searing blade aiming straight for the body of the eerie old man.
However, just as He Yan lunged forward, the eerie old man’s body trembled abruptly.
Countless blurry, strange shadows surged madly from within him, pouncing towards He Yan.
The shadows twisted and deformed, like ferocious faces, filled with endless resentment and murderous intent, charging directly at He Yan.
It seemed they were determined to devour He Yan completely!
"Hmph!"
He Yan let out a cold snort, and the large blade in his hand suddenly shook, causing the searing white aura on the blade to erupt instantly.
The incredibly fierce Inner Qi transformed into a fierce blaze of blade energy, rushing straight at the eerie shadows.
"Boom!"
The blade energy and the shadows collided in midair, erupting in a deafening roar.
The shadows were torn apart by the blade energy, emitting piercing screams as if ignited by blazing flames.
Within the span of just a few breaths, the majority of the bizarre shadows were reduced to wisps of white smoke, completely dissipating into the air.
However, the sheer number of eerie shadows was beyond imagination, so densely packed they seemed never-ending.
Even though the blade energy from He Yan’s large blade could easily obliterate these Yin energies,
it was impossible to wipe them all out in an instant.
After He Yan’s slash, although capable of scorching most of the eerie shadows, new ones would immediately take their place.
Meanwhile, more mysterious shadows poured forth from the eerie old man’s body as if gushing from a bottomless abyss, incessantly surging out.
The eerie shadows, like a boundless, surging tide, bore down on He Yan, attempting to envelop him completely.
Witnessing this scene, He Yan’s eyes showed not a trace of fear or retreat; instead, his aura grew even stronger.
He twisted his wrist, the blade moving smoothly like a lively dragon.
In an instant, dozens of scorching blade energies, carrying rolling heat waves, howled out from the blade.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The searing blade light, sharp sword energy, and bone-chilling eerie shadows clashed incessantly with fierce intensity.
The hall erupted in a deafening roar as if the dilapidated building were about to be shattered completely.
The air in the entire hall whistled sharply and piercingly.
The walls, already marred with blackened marks, continued to peel and crumble under the impact of the raging energies.
The stone slabs, charred black on the ground, ultimately crumbled under the strain, shattering into countless small gravels, scattering in all directions amidst the violent winds.
He Yan stood not far from the eerie old man, his gaze cold and profound.
The black blade with golden threads in his hand quivered slightly, the searing white aura on the blade growing even more intense.
In the next second, He Yan’s gaze sharpened abruptly, seemingly catching a flaw in the eerie old man.
His figure flickered suddenly, like an invisible phantom, instantly appearing behind the eerie old man.
He Yan looked on impassively, his right arm muscles tensed instantly, veins protruding.
The black blade entwined with golden threads in his hand swiftly lifted, gathering immense force, and came crashing down with unstoppable momentum.