Chapter 77

Boom! Bang!

Two explosive talismans exploded, lightning flashing in all directions.

Pfft!

This time, Xuan Yang's eighth level was also blown over, his feet bleeding profusely, his legs revealing blood and bone, and the internal injuries flaring up, causing him to spew a mouthful of blood.

Mainly, he had stepped on it too accurately.

In this instant, he was not only angry but also shocked. How could a mere True Spirit Realm have so many explosive talismans, and each one infused with powerful lightning?

Moreover, this kid was really too calculating.

From the start of the battle, he had already planned this step? His thoughts were so meticulous?

Clearly, yes.

Although Zhao Yun's mind was clouded by hatred, he was still clear-headed. Facing Xuan Yang, reckless action would mean certain death, unable to avenge and instead be killed.

This mindset even made the Moon Goddess sigh.

Indeed, it was a series of coincidences. In such a vast world, to meet his enemy here, perhaps there was a predestined fate.

"Good, very good."

The one-armed old man laughed viciously, staggering but stabilizing his form. Being continuously bombed was not easy to endure, especially with the internal injuries constantly retaliating.

"Blood debt, blood repayment."

Zhao Yun roared, holding the Longyuan Sword and cleaving down from the sky.

"Good sword."

The old man laughed darkly, blocking with his bare hands, sending both the man and the sword flying. Before he could land, a terrifying suction force came, and at the same time, he spat out a black beam. If nothing went wrong, Zhao Yun would be pierced by the black beam.

"Come."

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, using a single hand to form the sword seal, controlling the Zixiao Sword that was embedded in the old man's back. Using the sword control technique, he thrust the sword from behind into the old man.

Pfft! Pfft!

Two blood lights appeared. Zhao Yun was pierced by the black beam, and the old man was pierced by the Zixiao Sword. Neither could stand steady, both swaying and staggering.

Ah...!

The old man howled, true essence surging, expelling the Zixiao Sword from his body.

Kill!

Zhao Yun stabilized his form, stepping with the Wind God Steps, charging into the old man's embrace. Even at Xuan Yang's eighth level, the old man was staggered by the impact.

Then, the dragon's roar continued.

Zhao Yun activated the Battle Saint Technique. It wasn't very effective earlier, but now, the old man's protective true essence, already battered by the explosive talismans, was no longer an absolute defense. He was targeting the weak points, and most importantly, the old man's internal injuries were constantly poisoning him, forcing him to divert attention to suppress them.

Pfft! Pfft!

Blood lights appeared frequently. Even at Xuan Yang's level, the old man was hammered into coughing up blood. Zhao Yun's close combat was not only unpredictable but also fierce and tyrannical.

"Get lost."

After all, he was at Xuan Yang's eighth level, with a terrifying foundation. The surge of true essence sent Zhao Yun flying, one of his arms breaking on the spot.

"Explode."

While flying, Zhao Yun shouted resolutely.

Close combat was a ruse; using explosive talismans was the real plan. For a martial cultivator of the old man's level, the talismans had to be attached to his body to achieve maximum effect.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Three explosive talismans detonated one after another, forcing the old man to retreat three steps.

Looking at his state, it was already terrifying enough. Multiple areas exposed blood and bone, and fresh blood splattered. From a distance, he looked like a blood-soaked, ghastly figure.

Pfft!

Compared to him, Zhao Yun was no better. He could barely stand, his left arm hanging down, blood streaming down his arm, breathing heavily. His internal injuries made his consciousness blurry. If not for his trained body, he would have been shattered. Xuan Yang's eighth level was too terrifying.

"You, how many more explosive talismans do you have?"

The old man finally stabilized, speaking with a trickle of blood flowing from his mouth, resembling a vengeful ghost, and a ghost that had just eaten someone.

Boom!

This boom came from above the underground palace.

The old man suddenly raised his eyes.

Only then did he see that the walls of the underground palace were covered with explosive talismans, dozens of them. This was clearly intended to collapse the entire underground palace.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As he looked, dozens of explosive talismans detonated one after another, causing the underground palace to shake. Rocks fell from the ceiling, and it was about to collapse.

"Want to bury me? Ridiculous."

The old man narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward, like a shadow rushing to attack.

"Explode." Zhao Yun roared.

The explosions echoed, one after another, not from above but from underground. Who knew how many explosive talismans he had buried.

Pfft! Pfft!

The old man suffered greatly, being continuously bombed as he attacked. Before he could reach Zhao Yun, he was forced to retreat step by step. He had underestimated Zhao Yun. Were explosive talismans free? Where did he get so many?

He was a technical expert.

This was the Moon Goddess's evaluation of Zhao Yun. She saw clearly his calculations, whether it was burying explosive talismans or controlling flying swords, every step was meticulously planned. A mighty Xuan Yang was being led by him step by step.

Buzz!

The smoke had not yet cleared, and the old man had not yet stabilized when Zhao Yun attacked again. Passing the Longyuan Sword embedded in the ground, he picked it up, still wielding the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.

Pfft!

The old man bled again, Zhao Yun's sword piercing his chest, but not through. This was because he was at Xuan Yang's level, with a strong body; and because Zhao Yun had lost one arm and was using explosive talismans continuously, his true essence was almost depleted. This sword, though tyrannical, was greatly weakened in power.

"Good kid."

The old man laughed viciously, gripping the Longyuan Sword with one hand, locking it tightly, not daring to move his true essence, focusing all his energy on suppressing the internal injuries. If not for the internal injuries distracting him, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

"Blood debt, blood repayment."

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, his remaining true essence barely supporting him, gripping the Longyuan Sword handle, inch by inch, trying to pierce through. If he could pierce through, it would be a complete victory.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

His injuries were too severe, and his last bit of strength was exhausted on the spot.

"You, can't kill me."

The old man laughed viciously, his body trembling, once again sending Zhao Yun flying.

The Longyuan Sword flew, and Zhao Yun's arm flew with it.

Indeed, his arm was torn off, blood spraying in a crimson arc, not just painful to the eyes but also extremely tragic.

This scene made even the Moon Goddess silent.

Since entering Zhao Yun's consciousness, she had never seen him so severely injured. One arm was crippled, the other torn off, and countless internal meridians were severed.

It was his obsession that drove him.

He was a man with an obsession, fighting to avenge his mother's blood debt, risking his life. His strategy was correct, and every step was meticulously planned.

Unfortunately, Xuan Yang's eighth level was too strong.

However, to fight to this extent, he was already a pride of the world.

Boom!

With a boom, the flying Zhao Yun crashed into the stone door of the cave, causing it to collapse, and he fell through several dozen feet of rock into the bottomless abyss.

"Cheaper for you."

The old man staggered forward, looking down. Such a deep abyss, even if he fell, he would be smashed to pieces, let alone a half-dead True Spirit Realm cultivator.

Pfft!

After looking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, almost falling into the abyss himself. Blood was flowing from his chest, and his entire body was bleeding. He could no longer suppress his internal injuries, his eighth-level cultivation falling to the third level.

"Zhao Yuan." His low roar was filled with anger.

When he ambushed the Zhao family, he killed Zhao Yuan's wife but paid a heavy price, losing an arm and suffering internal injuries from Zhao Yuan.

For nine years, he had been poisoned by these injuries.

If not for this, he would have long broken through to the Dizang Realm, instead of hiding in this abyss.

But, he still gained.

A wife, a son, it was worth it.

As he said, Zhao Yuan's life was destined to be a lonely one.

Thinking of this, he was excited to the point of madness.