Chapter 77

Remember for a second 【↘→】, providing you with a wonderful novel reading experience. After saying these words, Shen Yushu seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground, completely limp like a soft-shelled shrimp, devoid of any spirit or dignity.

"Haha... Good! Shen Yushu, I'll give you a chance, I want... to see you kneel."

Upon hearing Shen Yushu's words, Zhou Hu's pace actually slowed down, and he resumed his step-by-step approach, his face full of mockery and anticipation. The sinister eyes flashed with a hint of crimson, as if he was extremely excited!

"I'll give you three breaths..."

These nine words were like nine sharp knives piercing Shen Yushu's heart. The limp Shen Yushu's face changed many times, filled with reluctance, resentment, desperation, and fear, but ultimately, fear completely took over. His pale face slowly straightened up.

The three Mo sisters, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao, Nalan Yan, and the remaining few people stared at Zhou Hu as he stepped forward, their hearts filled with more sorrow than surprise at Shen Yushu's choice.

For a young cultivator, choosing to survive at all costs in a life-or-death situation is not shameful. To continue living, any price can be paid.

However, the price paid is not something everyone can bear. Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. Especially, the strength of the mind and will is crucial. Otherwise, with a powerful cultivation level but without a matching strong will, one either becomes a madman driven by power or a bully who preys on the weak.

Such an outcome is worse than death for many cultivators who would rather break than bend.

Shen Yushu chose to kowtow. The moment he made this choice, his sharpness was completely lost, his mind clouded, and his will damaged. Even if he survived, the shadow in his heart would haunt him for the rest of his life, until he either overcame it or died.

"This person is finished..."

Sima Ao looked at Shen Yushu and spoke softly, his tone filled with deep contempt. Even if he, Sima Ao, became a cripple or died, he would not want to live as a shell with intact limbs but a lifeless soul.

"Thud"

Zhou Hu's steps did not stop. He watched Shen Yushu's limp body slowly straighten up, and the completely lifeless face of Shen Yushu. The perverse pleasure in his heart made him extremely excited.

"One breath left."

A demonic voice sounded in Shen Yushu's ear, and his body, like a puppet, suddenly knelt down with a thud.

"Thud"

His forehead hit the ground, and Shen Yushu kowtowed to the direction where Zhou Hu stood.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Zhou Hu threw his head back and laughed, the pleasure in his heart finding an outlet, his expression and eyes wild and crazy!

"Who else?"

His face flushed with excitement, Zhou Hu looked at the remaining people, hoping to see a second person like Shen Yushu.

However, no one else stepped forward. The remaining ten people stood side by side, expressionless, fearless, and chose to fight to the death.

At this moment, Shen Yushu's voice suddenly rang out, his tone having transformed from despair and struggle into final madness!

"Hehe... hehe... cripple them! Zhou Hu, cripple them! They all have to become cripples! They all have to become cripples!"

Shen Yushu suddenly jumped up from the ground, his fists tightly clenched, his nails embedded in his flesh, his eyes bloodshot from humiliation, but his gaze was filled with hatred and resentment, looking at the remaining ten people.

"As long as I can still cultivate, they will all become cripples! Who will remember today's events? Ha ha ha ha... cripple them! Cripple them!"

His hysterical, mad scream made him breathe heavily, but his gaze, like a venomous snake, was fixed on the ten people. He then smiled sinisterly, stepped back, and wanted to watch Mo Honglian and the others suffer and become cripples one by one!

"Thud"

Zhou Hu laughed as he watched the scene, muttering to himself, "The feeling of destroying a young genius is truly unforgettable..."

"Huff huff huff..."

Shen Yushu, facing away from Zhou Hu, breathed heavily, his bloodshot eyes staring at each face opposite him, but he ignored the movements behind him.

"Watch out behind you!"

The two cultivators from Liuyun Main City suddenly changed their expressions and shouted a warning to Shen Yushu!

Despite their deep disappointment with Shen Yushu's actions, the two cultivators from Liuyun Main City still called out to warn him out of old friendship.

"Swish" "Bang"

However, Shen Yushu, immersed in his madness, had no time to react and was struck by a bright red blade of light. He flew high into the air and landed far away with a thud, his body covered in blood, his limbs twitching, his face expressionless, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

"Seeing you struggle so hard, I'll reluctantly help you out. Don't worry, you won't die. Tsk tsk, that was quite a show."

Zhou Hu's mocking and regretful voice sounded, not even bothering to look at Shen Yushu.

His betrayal and ruthless actions were terrifying and chilling.

"Puff!"

Hearing Zhou Hu's words, Shen Yushu's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. His limbs and meridians were severed, his cultivation lost, and he would never be able to cultivate again. He couldn't believe the situation had turned this way, and in despair, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Thud thud thud..."

Throughout this process, Zhou Hu's steps never stopped. He slowly walked to a distance of ten zhang from Mo Honglian and the others, and with a light smile, said, "The game is over. Who should I start with? You, perhaps."

His cold laughter and gaze were fixed on Mo Honglian!

"Buzz"

Suddenly, a silver light appeared at the entrance of the eight-hundred-zhang-tall, ten-zhang-wide silver stone hall!

As the silver light flashed, a tall figure appeared, wearing a black martial robe, standing alone, with black hair flowing over his shoulders, his face obscured.

Then, the silver light in the air suddenly trembled again, and a ten-zhang-wide black space appeared in front of the tall figure, who stepped into it without hesitation.

This scene, through the ten-zhang-wide light screen, was seen by everyone on the white jade platform outside the Baiyuan Realm. However, due to the figure's back being to the crowd and the speed of his appearance and disappearance, no one could see who it was.

Except for three people.

Wei Xiong, standing with his hands behind his back in the air, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and the tall figure did not escape his notice.

"Ye Wuxie from Longguang Main City? Haha, I didn't expect him to really obtain the Yuanyang Inheritance. He's a good kid, perhaps he has a chance..."

Qi Shilong was somewhat excited. He recognized the figure that suddenly appeared and disappeared as Ye Wuxie!

"Good... good... good!"

The three "good" words were clearly heard by Zhao Wujie, the city lord of Tianfeng Main City, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Qi Shilong.

His face turned somewhat dark. Zhao Wujie also recognized the figure as Ye Wuxie from Longguang Main City and had a vague idea of what was happening. Seeing Qi Shilong's excited expression, he couldn't help but snort.

Except for two places, the entire Baiyuan Realm could be seen through the ten-zhang-wide light screen by everyone on the white jade platform. The two places that couldn't be seen were the Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak.

Therefore, who ultimately obtained the two inheritances could only be confirmed when everyone who entered them came out again. Of course, Wei Xiong, who knew all the information about the Baiyuan Realm, was an exception.

"The first three days and three nights of the Hundred Cities Battle are almost over..."

Wei Xiong looked at the sky, as if waiting for something.

Inside the Yuanyang Hall.

"Embrace the Moon!"

"Phoenix Dance Cycle!"

"Green Silk Capture Hand!"

"White Emperor Flying Wing Slash!"

"Cloud Tearing Wind Hand!"

"Purple Charm Evil-Breaking Finger!"

"Great Bull Power Fist!"

"Three Steps Heaven-Shaking Stomp!"

"Peacock Five Elements Palm!"

"Great Golden Peng King Fist!"

Ten low shouts echoed in all directions. Facing Zhou Hu, the remaining ten people gathered all their remaining yuan power and launched their ultimate fighting techniques in a desperate attempt!

"Buzz" "Rumble"

Ten colorful fighting techniques cut through the sky, carrying a firm belief and indomitable will, charging towards Zhou Hu!

"Hmph! You won't cry until you see the coffin!"

Zhou Hu had to take the ten people's combined attack seriously.

The Blood Fierce Blade was held horizontally in front of his chest, and his sinister eyes flashed with seriousness, as if he was preparing something.

"Buzz"

Dark red yuan power swirled around his body and then poured into the Blood Fierce Blade. The dark red blade absorbed the yuan power from Zhou Hu and emitted a faint hum, as if it was extremely excited!

"Let you see the true power of a high-quality ordinary weapon! Blood Fierce Three Styles! Blood Breaks a Thousand Armies!"

"Rumble"

The Blood Fierce Blade suddenly spewed out a dense red blade of light, which shot up into the air, shining in the void, transforming into a thirty-zhang-long blood-red blade shadow, with a fierce and bloody appearance, as if it had been drawn from hell, covered in blood!

"Buzz"

The power of the blood-red blade shadow swept in all directions, colliding with the ten combined fighting techniques!

"Rumble"

The shock waves from the collision knocked down the dark silver puppets, and the overwhelming force spread out, the dazzling light blocking the sky. The terrifying shock waves lasted for several breaths before gradually dissipating!

"Big Sister! Be careful!"

Xiao Baiou pushed away Mo Honglian, who was bleeding nearby. Her small body was immediately hit by a blood-red blade of light, her face turning pale, and she spat out blood, falling backward, only to be caught by Mo Qingye.

At this point, the dazzling light finally dissipated.

"Puff puff puff..."

The sound of continuous spitting of blood echoed. With a high-quality ordinary weapon in hand, Zhou Hu's combat power was too strong. Even with the ten people working together, they were still defeated, all injured, and a few were even more severely injured, unable to fight anymore.

"Third Sister! How are you?"

Mo Honglian, seeing Mo Baiou push her away and block the blood-red blade of light, struggled to stand up but found she didn't have the strength. She was supported by Lin Yingluo to prevent her from falling.

"Tsk tsk... What a touching sisterly bond!"

With one strike, Zhou Hu completely shattered the ten people's combined attack, extremely satisfied. His sinister eyes swept over the three Mo sisters and then turned fierce again.

"Since you have such a deep sisterly bond, I'll make you all cripples!"

"Swish"

The blood-red blade shadow cut through the void and slashed directly at Mo Honglian!

"Purple Charm Nine Strikes!"

"Green Silk Great Capture!"

Only Lin Yingluo and Mo Qingye could still fight. The two women gathered all the yuan power they could and launched their final attacks!

"Boom" "Buzz"

The purple finger print, green palm, and blood-red blade shadow clashed in the void. After holding for one breath, the blood-red blade shadow shattered them completely!

Lin Yingluo and Mo Qingye were hit like lightning, their bodies trembling, their throats sweet, and they spat out blood!

"Yingluo! Miss Mo!"

Sima Ao, using all his strength, caught the two women, but the backlash made his injuries worsen, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted.

Zhou Hu tilted his head and said to someone behind him, "You want revenge, right? I'll leave the three Mo sisters to you."

Upon hearing this, the women's faces changed, and they saw a red-haired youth step out from behind Zhou Hu.

The red-haired youth raised his three broken fingers, staring at the three Mo sisters with resentment.

"Buzz"

Red yuan power gathered in his left hand, and his hand, like a red-hot iron, reached out directly towards Mo Honglian's face!

In terms of torturing people, the red-haired youth was even more ruthless than Zhou Hu!

"Ye Wuxie broke my three fingers! I'll destroy your face in return!"

Zhou Hu, watching the red-haired youth's actions, smiled, but his expression suddenly changed, and his sinister eyes looked up into the void, hearing a dragon's roar!

"Roar"

The dragon's roar faded, and a ten-zhang-wide black space appeared above the suddenly stunned red-haired youth. A tall figure in a black robe appeared, his right fist surrounded by a pale golden yuan power, smashing down on the red-haired youth's chest like a mountain!

His left fist swung at Zhou Hu, forming eleven golden tiger images, which coalesced into a ten-zhang-wide golden tiger, roaring and charging forward!

"Zhou Hu! Today, Ye Wuxie will make you beg for death!"

An infinitely cold and murderous low shout echoed in all directions!