GBP Chapter 110 Your Greatest Weakness
Chapter 110 Your Greatest Weakness
The sinister voice of Master Zixiao echoed in the air, "Zhuang Yu, why are you forcing me like this..." Before he finished speaking, the strange magic weapon in his hand suddenly shone brightly, like a black sun, radiating a chilling aura.
This fluctuation was not simply spiritual energy, but a corrosive force that seemed to devour everything around it.
A faint, sweet, fishy smell filled the air, making one want to vomit.
Zhuang Yu's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the spinning magic weapon.
He sensed that the spiritual energy around him was becoming disordered, as if it were being distorted by a powerful force.
He could clearly hear his heart beating, one beat after another, strong and steady.
He unleashed the power of the divine artifact to its fullest extent, golden light flowing over his body like burning flames, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
A surge of spiritual energy emanated from him, forming an invisible barrier that firmly protected him within it.
Standing behind him, Wang Yao felt a sense of calm as she sensed the powerful energy emanating from him. However, her palms were still slightly sweaty, and her eyes were fixed on the magical artifact that emitted an eerie light.
Master Zixiao let out a cold laugh, and his magic weapon trembled violently, sending a black light shooting towards Zhuang Yu like a venomous snake.
The black light was extremely fast, reaching Zhuang Yu almost in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding cultivators gasped in astonishment; the power of this black light was something even Nascent Soul stage cultivators would find difficult to withstand.
However, Zhuang Yu remained completely calm. The divine artifact in his hand shone even brighter, and a golden light screen instantly unfolded, blocking the black light.
The black light struck the golden light screen, emitting a piercing shriek, and then strangely bounced back, shooting straight towards Master Zixiao.
Master Zixiao's expression changed drastically. He clearly did not expect his attack to be so easily neutralized, nor did he expect that the black light would backfire on him.
He dodged backward in a flustered manner, barely avoiding the black light.
The surrounding cultivators were in an uproar. They hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to block Zi Xiao Zhenren's attack so easily and even deflect it back.
Zhuang Yu's composure and strength filled them with awe.
Master Zixiao steadied himself, his face ashen. He stared intently at Zhuang Yu, gritting his teeth...
Master Zixiao was enraged and his face contorted like a demon.
"You little beast, how dare you..." he roared, ignoring his own depletion, and activated the magic weapon once more.
The black "sun" spun wildly, distorting the surrounding space and emitting a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
A powerful suction force emanated from the magical artifact, threatening to devour Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu felt a tightness in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him.
The surrounding air became thick, making it difficult to breathe.
The golden light emanating from his body flickered intensely, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.
He gritted his teeth and pushed the power of the artifact to its limit, resisting the terrifying suction force.
Sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the scorching ground and evaporating instantly.
Just then, a figure flashed to Zhuang Yu's side.
It's Wang Yao.
She held a clean white handkerchief in her hand and gently wiped the sweat from Zhuang Yu's forehead.
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Zhuang Yu looked at Wang Yao, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He took Wang Yao's hand in his own, feeling her soft palm and slightly trembling fingertips.
On this perilous battlefield, this simple touch brought him immense peace of mind.
"I'm fine." Zhuang Yu smiled slightly at Wang Yao, and the surrounding cultivators all looked on with envy at the sight.
In this cruel world of cultivation, having such a confidante is a rare and precious thing.
"Be careful!" Wang Yao looked at Zhuang Yu with concern, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
Zhuang Yu nodded, his gaze turning back to Master Zixiao. He took a deep breath, about to activate the divine artifact again, when he suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation emanating from the magic weapon in Master Zixiao's hand.
The fluctuation was extremely subtle, but he keenly detected it.
“I see…” Zhuang Yu’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he whispered, “Your greatest weakness is…”
Zhuang Yu grasped Wang Yao's hand in return, the warmth of his palm conveying silent encouragement.
He took a deep breath, his previously tense body relaxed, and a fierce fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
In his eyes, Master Zixiao's magic weapon was no longer a suffocating threat, but a target full of flaws.
He concentrated intently, carefully observing each rotation and each breath of the black "sun".
The nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell intensified, and the distortion of the surrounding space became more and more violent, but Zhuang Yu seemed to be detached from it all, with only the extremely complex energy flow trajectory in his eyes.
Gradually, a confident smile appeared on his lips, as if he had discovered some kind of secret.
“I see…” Zhuang Yu murmured softly, his voice carrying an undeniable certainty.
The divine artifact in his hand shimmered with light, its golden radiance pulsating like breath, echoing the eerie fluctuations of the black "sun".
The next moment, Zhuang Yu moved.
Instead of confronting it head-on, he guided the power of the artifact in an unbelievable way, precisely attacking the weak points in the flow of energy of the black "sun" as if he were a master butcher dissecting an ox.
Golden light and black gleam intertwined, producing a piercing friction sound, like metal tearing apart.
The rotation of the black "sun" began to become disordered, and the originally stable energy flow was completely disrupted, causing it to tremble violently.
Master Zixiao's expression changed drastically as he was horrified to discover that the connection between himself and the magic weapon was weakening. A strong backlash surged into his body, making his throat taste sweet and almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The surrounding cultivators were dumbfounded. They had never seen such exquisite manipulation techniques, and they never expected that Zhuang Yu would be able to find the weakness of Zixiao Zhenren's magic weapon.
In an instant, exclamations of praise rose and fell, and the gazes directed at Zhuang Yu were filled with awe.
"Impossible! This is impossible!" Master Zixiao roared, desperately trying to stabilize the magic weapon, but found that it was all in vain.
He looked at Zhuang Yu in horror.
Zhuang Yu ignored Zixiao Zhenren's despair. The divine weapon in his hand shone even brighter, and the golden light, like serpents, coiled around the black "sun" and tightened.
"It's over." Zhuang Yu's voice was cold and ruthless, as if pronouncing the fate of Master Zixiao.
He suddenly exerted his strength, and the golden light of the divine artifact burst forth...
"No..." Master Zixiao let out a desperate roar.
Wang Yao stared nervously at Zhuang Yu, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Every time Zhuang Yu successfully counterattacked, the black "sun" trembled a little more, and the admiration in her eyes grew a little more.
She saw the golden light strike the weak points of the black magic weapon time and time again, and it was as if she saw hope. Her heart began to beat faster and faster.
She couldn't help but hold her breath, afraid of missing any detail.
Zhuang Yu felt Wang Yao's gaze, and the worry, tension, and a hint of barely perceptible admiration within it flowed into his heart like a warm current.
He knew that this seemingly delicate woman had always been silently supporting him in her own way.
His heart was filled with warmth, and his determination to protect her became even stronger. No one could hurt her, not even a single hair on her head.
Just as Zhuang Yu was about to completely destroy Master Zixiao's magic weapon, a majestic voice suddenly rang in his mind—a warning from the spirit of the divine artifact.
"Watch out! A more powerful force is approaching!" The voice carried a hint of urgency, as if foreshadowing an even greater crisis.
Zhuang Yu's heart skipped a beat. He could clearly feel the power hidden in the darkness rapidly approaching.
The golden light of the divine artifact, which was about to erupt, was instantly withdrawn, as if controlled by an invisible hand.
Zhuang Yu stopped moving as well, a hint of seriousness flashing in his deep eyes. He turned to look at Wang Yao behind him.
He gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly, his palm conveying warmth and strength, while also preparing for an even greater crisis.
His gaze returned to the black "sun" in front of him. The magical artifact, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse, seemed to be empowered by some force, bursting forth with dazzling light once more. The nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell in the air intensified, and the surrounding space distorted even more violently, emitting a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
Zhuang Yu subconsciously gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly, feeling the slight coolness of her palm.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard the artifact spirit speak again: "Don't speak, prepare for battle."
Zhuang Yu's eyes flickered slightly. He gripped Wang Yao's hand and pulled her behind him. His gaze returned to the front, but just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly stopped. The expression on his face changed from serious to puzzled, and finally turned into a faint sneer.