Chapter 163: Secrets, Celestial Emperor Feng Clan

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Secrets, Celestial Emperor Feng Clan

All 117 acupoints in his body lit up, aligning with the Cyan Dragon Star Constellation in the sky. Although the stars were hidden at this moment and he could borrow little power from them, Lu Yuan’s own physical body was strong enough.

"Break for me!" Lu Yuan threw a punch.

BANG!

The puppet without runes was struck and instantly froze in place, its chest caving in.

BOOM!

Then, its back violently exploded, sending countless parts flying in all directions.

"You..." Mr. Sixth’s pupils instantly shrank to pinpricks, his face filled with disbelief.

How was this possible? This puppet of his was forged from five-hundred-year-old ironwood and metal. Its defense was astonishing, yet...

SWISH!

Borrowing the momentum, Lu Yuan spun around and threw another punch, this time aimed at the Rune Puppet. This strike carried even greater power. A full-force eruption!

"Break again!"

"Slash!"

The puppet simultaneously swung its blade to slash at him. Runes flashed as the Profound Weapon Blade gleamed with a dazzling, intimidating sharpness.

"Cyan Dragon Fist!" Lu Yuan circulated his power, perfectly fusing the Cyan Dragon Technique with his Perfection-level Cyan Gang Fist.

BANG!

The Rune Puppet was blasted away. Its long Profound Weapon Blade was completely useless.

"How could you possibly have such strong Cultivation?" Mr. Sixth was in disbelief. Didn’t he just advance to the Seventh Grade? Why did he feel even stronger than a Seventh Grade Peak Body Cultivation Martial Artist?

"Don’t you know that the greater the pressure, the stronger the punch?" Lu Yuan sneered. "Power rises from the ground. The greater the pressure, the greater the earth’s bearing capacity, and the more power one can borrow." Of course, the prerequisite was having a body strong enough to handle it.

"Heh, so what if that’s true? You’re still going to die!" Recovering his composure, Mr. Sixth let out a cold laugh. As he spoke, he rapidly retreated, stepping back thirty feet in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, two openings suddenly appeared on the bodies of the two puppets.

PFFT! PFFT!

Two plumes of poisonous smoke—one green, one purple—billowed out simultaneously.

"Poison? To think you’d resort to such underhanded tricks. You truly have strayed into the demonic path and reached a dead end." Lu Yuan shook his head. He reached out and grasped the Wind Thunder Saber that materialized in his hand. Then, with lightning flashing beneath his feet, he lunged fiercely at Mr. Sixth’s main body.

To catch the bandits, one must first catch the ringleader! As long as Old Sixth was dealt with, there would be no more problems.

However, right then, the Giant Puppet’s eight Spider Spears suddenly shot out like sharp arrows, four of them hurtling straight toward Lu Yuan.

THWIP THWIP THWIP!

Lu Yuan swung his saber.

CRACK!

A silver dragon manifested, coiling and twisting. With a swing of its body, it directly blasted the four Spider Spears away.

SWOOSH!

Lu Yuan continued charging at Mr. Sixth, holding the silver dragon in his hand. In the blink of an eye, he reached the edge of the Gravity Field.

SWISH!

Suddenly, another figure appeared. He wore yellow clothes, possessed Cultivation at the Seventh Grade Peak, and looked to be around forty years old. He slashed his blade fiercely at Lu Yuan.

"Get back!"

"Thunder Flash!" Lu Yuan’s pupils shrank. With a sudden diagonal thrust, he veered away from the two men and exited the Gravity Field. He then looked at the newcomer. "And who are you? Also from the Yanyue Sect?"

"The one who will kill you!" The newcomer was unwilling to say more.

"Those who try to kill me usually end up dying first." Lu Yuan’s gaze focused. "Seeing your wretched appearance, you look somewhat like Yu Qiuyang. You must be from the Yu family, right? Yu Qiuyang’s father, Yu Chenzhou?"

"Wretched?" Yu Chenzhou’s expression shifted, turning so gloomy it looked ready to drip water. He had lived for forty or fifty years, and this was the first time someone had called him wretched. It was also the first time anyone from the Yu family had been insulted in such a manner.

"If it weren’t for you, my son wouldn’t have died!"

"Your son bit the hand that fed him and betrayed his comrades in battle. His death was well-deserved," Lu Yuan sneered. "If your son hadn’t died, everyone else would have!"

"You are the ones whose deaths would be well-deserved!" Yu Chenzhou gnashed his teeth. "What does your life or death have to do with me? Yang’er was my hope. Now that he’s gone, I want you buried with him!"

"How about I send you to accompany him instead." Lu Yuan slashed his long saber, gathering a massive amount of Thunder Power. "Thunder—"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Yu Chenzhou and Mr. Sixth bellowed simultaneously. Yu Chenzhou charged forward himself, while Mr. Sixth controlled his puppets.

"Flash!"

Lu Yuan’s saber clashed with Yu Chenzhou’s blade. Yu Chenzhou was likely someone who had reached the Seventh Grade Peak, sacrificed his True Essence once, and then cultivated back to the peak again, meaning his foundation was exceptionally thick. Moreover, his Martial Arts ran incredibly deep.

Unfortunately for him, he had run into Lu Yuan—a man who had not only cultivated the Cyan Dragon Technique across 117 acupoints but also reached Perfection in his Saber Technique.

BOOM!

Yu Chenzhou was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, his body enveloped in crackling electricity.

"Scram!" Lu Yuan spun around and unleashed another strike. "Thunderstorm!"

CRACK!

Lightning exploded, unleashing majestic and violent power. The Rune Puppet was blasted away. The battle was completely one-sided, like sweeping away dead leaves.

Mr. Sixth retreated. He had anticipated many scenarios, calculating Lu Yuan’s combat strength, Martial Arts, Profound Weapons, and tactics. But he had miscalculated one crucial detail. Lu Yuan’s strength was vastly higher and far more flawless than he had estimated, not worse. Because of this, the killing trap he believed to be foolproof now seemed utterly fragile, easily broken.

SWISH!

Lu Yuan appeared before Mr. Sixth, his gaze calm.

"I still have one last move." Mr. Sixth smiled ferociously. He suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing a mechanical arm covered in even more runes, shining with an even more dazzling light.

SLASH!

Lu Yuan severed the arm with a single slash of his saber. "It’s a pity you’re too useless."

"You..." Mr. Sixth finally panicked.

Everything had been broken! How could this be happening?

"I have a secret, a world-shattering secret," Mr. Sixth roared anxiously.

"I’m not interested in secrets. I just killed someone who had a secret," Lu Yuan shook his head.

"It’s a world-shattering secret! It concerns the Celestial Emperor’s Descendants, the Feng family! And the Ancestral Divine Secret Realm!"

"Celestial Emperor... Ancestral Divine..." Lu Yuan stopped.

The Celestial Emperor was one of the Three Sovereigns, Celestial Emperor Fu Xi. As for the Ancestral Divines, the Human Race had three ancestors: the Suiren Clan, the Youchao Clan, and the Zhisheng Clan. Each of them was an earth-shattering, unparalleled hero who had forged supreme legacies and accumulated merit meant to last for ten thousand generations. They were all supreme experts above the First Grade! Anything related to them was a major matter and definitely not simple.

"Twenty-five years ago, a member of the Celestial Emperor’s Feng family ventured into the world to gain experience," Mr. Sixth explained rapidly. "He then entered the Ancestral Divine Secret Realm, snatching away the inheritance and countless treasures... Later, he mysteriously disappeared. But we found out that he came to the Jade Capital and settled down here. Furthermore..."

"Hm?" Lu Yuan looked at Mr. Sixth. "Furthermore, what?"

"Furthermore, I’m going to kill you!" Mr. Sixth flashed an eerie smile, and his body suddenly exploded, transforming into a cloud of blood mist that shot off into the distance.

At the same time...

HUM!

A massive Magic Array materialized. Centered around the Giant Puppet’s main body and using the eight Spider Spears as array foundations, it formed a Sixth-Grade Grand Array. This was a true grand array, not like the half-finished product activated by the Giant Puppet’s runes earlier, which had behaved more like a Divine Technique.

"Let’s see if you can survive this!"

In the distance, the blood mist recondensed into human form. His face was pale, his vitality severely damaged. However, his expression was twisted into an exhilarating, savage grin.

What was the point of resolving things so easily? A desperate counterattack, turning defeat into victory... or giving the opponent hope of victory, only to plunge them into despair at the very end—that was far more thrilling and satisfying. He lived for this kind of despair following false joy.

"Forcing me to use a self-mutilating secret technique and reducing me to this state—you must die! You will die a miserable death! I will tear you limb from limb... No, wait. Turning you into a puppet sounds much better. Your body is incredibly strong. You’ll be perfect."