GBP Chapter 115 Despicable villain
Chapter 115 Despicable villain
Zhuang Yu stood before the barrier, seeing the spirit's test as just another opportunity to improve himself.
The surrounding cultivators gathered around, whispering amongst themselves and staring intently at Zhuang Yu, creating a tense atmosphere.
As Zhuang Yu stepped into the restricted area, the "Inner Demon Illusion" instantly opened.
Zhuang Yu felt the light and shadows shifting before his eyes, and countless scenes came rushing in.
He could clearly hear the roar of the suppressed fears deep within his heart, and desires surged like a tide.
But Zhuang Yu quickly calmed down and adjusted his spiritual power based on the experience he gained in the mysterious space.
He felt the spiritual energy flowing smoothly through his meridians, like trickles of water converging into rivers. Wherever it went, the illusions of those inner demons vanished like snow meeting the warm sun.
His mind was as firm as a rock, and every attack from his inner demons failed to shake him in the slightest.
The competitors, including Master Zixiao, who were watching from the sidelines, gradually showed despair as they saw Zhuang Yu's spiritual power flowing freely.
Zhuang Yu's performance was far too relaxed, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll through a garden while dealing with this terrifying test.
Zhuang Yu moved steadily forward in the illusion. He saw a portal radiating dazzling light ahead, a sign that he had passed the test.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch the door, a hostile gaze locked onto him, filled with resentment and jealousy.
Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine, but he did not stop walking; only a hint of wariness appeared in his eyes.
Zhuang Yu was about to touch that gleaming door; victory was within reach.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly struck him, and the chilling killing intent stung his skin like needles.
He turned around abruptly and saw that Master Zixiao had a ferocious expression, his hands were rapidly forming hand seals, and sharp sword energies, accompanied by a gust of wind, were rushing towards Zhuang Yu's back.
"Despicable scoundrel!" Zhuang Yu cursed inwardly, but dared not be negligent in the slightest.
At the critical moment, he swayed and narrowly avoided a fatal attack.
The sword energy grazed past him, bringing with it a scorching wave of heat. Zhuang Yu could even smell the burnt smell of his own hair.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain; the strong prey on the weak!" Master Zixiao laughed wildly, his hand seals constantly changing, and one ferocious attack after another followed.
A thunderous roar echoed through the illusion, and multicolored lights intertwined to create a scene of destruction.
Zhuang Yu was forced to retreat repeatedly, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, his eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit.
He regarded every attack from Master Zixiao as an opportunity to hone himself. In the perilous battles, his spiritual power flowed more smoothly and his mind became more resolute.
He could even feel that the previously illusory scenes around him had become incredibly real at this moment, as if he were truly in the midst of a life-or-death struggle.
He gritted his teeth, mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and used the techniques he had learned in the mysterious space to their fullest extent.
Golden rays of light burst forth from his body, colliding with Master Zixiao's attack and creating a deafening explosion.
In each collision, Zhuang Yu felt his power constantly rising. He seemed to have broken through some kind of bottleneck and gained more and more control over spiritual power.
He could even clearly sense the fear and despair in Master Zixiao's heart.
Finally, after one last violent collision, Master Zixiao could no longer maintain his attack. He staggered backward, his face ashen.
Zhuang Yu stood firmly in place, radiating a dazzling light, like a god descending to earth.
He slowly reached out and touched the gleaming door.
In an instant, the entire illusion trembled, and a powerful force surged into Zhuang Yu's body, making him feel an unprecedented surge of power.
The surrounding cultivators gasped in amazement, having witnessed Zhuang Yu's glorious moment firsthand.
The spirit's voice echoed in Zhuang Yu's mind: "Congratulations, you have passed my test."
Just then, Master Zixiao suddenly attacked...
Seeing that Zhuang Yu was about to touch the gate of light, Master Zixiao was consumed by rage and lost all reason.
He roared, burning his life essence and blood without regard for anything else, concentrating all his spiritual power into one palm, and with a frenzied madness of mutual destruction, he slammed it hard towards Zhuang Yu's back!
"Go to hell!" Master Zixiao's face was contorted with rage, and he looked like a madman.
This palm strike contained his life's cultivation, carrying the power to destroy everything. The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Zhuang Yu was prepared. He sensed the chilling killing intent coming from behind him and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
The moment Master Zixiao made his move, he flashed like a ghost, deftly avoiding the fatal blow.
Master Zixiao's palm strike missed its mark and slammed hard into the gate of light.
With a loud bang, the light gate trembled violently, but it did not shatter.
Zhuang Yu steadied himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes; he would no longer hold back.
With a raised right hand, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, transforming into a roaring dragon that swept towards Master Zixiao with a world-destroying momentum.
Wherever the golden dragon passed, the air distorted, space trembled, and it emitted a series of chilling dragon roars.
Master Zixiao's expression changed drastically. He felt the terror of this power and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
The golden dragon crashed violently into Master Zixiao, producing a deafening roar.
Master Zixiao was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood and his face as pale as paper.
The surrounding cultivators were stunned. They hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to be so powerful, defeating the early Nascent Soul cultivator, Zixiao Zhenren, in a single move.
Seeing that Zhuang Yu was safe and sound, Wang Yao finally felt relieved.
She ran excitedly towards Zhuang Yu, her eyes glistening with tears.
Zhuang Yu opened his arms and hugged Wang Yao tightly.
He sensed Wang Yao's joy and excitement, and his heart was filled with love for her.
"It's alright now," Zhuang Yu said softly, gently stroking Wang Yao's hair.
Wang Yao buried her head in Zhuang Yu's chest, feeling his warm embrace and a sense of security.
Zhuang Yu raised his head, his gaze falling on the dazzling light gate, a confident smile appearing on his lips.
“It’s time…” Zhuang Yu slowly reached out his hand…
Zhuang Yu slowly reached out and gently touched the radiant light gate.
In an instant, a vast and powerful force surged into his body like a tide, filling his limbs, bones, and meridians.
He felt his power expanding infinitely, as if he could control the entire world.
Within the portal, a longsword radiating golden light floated silently, its blade inscribed with ancient and mysterious runes, exuding a chilling aura.
This is the divine artifact!
Zhuang Yu reached out and grasped the sword hilt.
A warm, smooth sensation came over him, as if the divine sword was in tune with his heart.
A brilliant golden light illuminated the entire illusion, as well as Zhuang Yu's face.
He raised his divine sword high, its blade pointing straight to the sky, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.
"From this day forward, I, Zhuang Yu, am the master of this divine artifact!" His voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, carrying an undeniable majesty.
The surrounding cultivators all knelt down in worship. They had witnessed Zhuang Yu's rise to prominence, and had seen this once unknown young man gradually ascend to the peak, eventually becoming the focus of the entire cultivation world.
Master Zixiao collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. He had painstakingly built his power over many years, only to be defeated by Zhuang Yu in the end. This sense of defeat drove him to the brink of madness.
He struggled to stand up, but found himself unable to move.
Wang Yao looked at Zhuang Yu with excitement, her eyes glistening with tears.
She was proud of Zhuang Yu and happy to be able to stay by his side.
She walked gently to Zhuang Yu's side, took his hand, and felt the warmth of his palm.
Just as Zhuang Yu was basking in the joy of victory, a mysterious crack suddenly appeared in the distant sky.
The cracks were as black as ink, as if they were about to devour everything, exuding an unsettling aura.
Zhuang Yu stared at the mysterious crack in the sky, his eyes filled with vigilance.
He gripped the divine sword tightly, a strange unease rising in his heart.
“What is that…” Wang Yao’s voice trembled slightly.