How can I have a heart of a demonic god in my body?!-Chapter 159 - 0156: One Man Guards the Pass

Lu Zhuo was unstoppable as he bulldozed his way towards the only exit.

But at the exit, there stood only one person.

A tall and upright youth with an ordinary expression.

"It's you…"

Lu Zhuo's smirk faded, revealing a trace of solemnity.

Suddenly, he felt a profound physical aura, and even the power of his bloodline felt a slight suppression.

"Chen Yu!"

Disciples from the Bone Demon Palace and the Three Sects Camp exclaimed in unison.

This was the last person standing in Lu Zhuo's way from both camps.

Victory or defeat would be decided in the next instant.

"Ha! You ultimately chose to be my enemy."

Lu Zhuo's expression turned cold.

He slowed down and suddenly pushed off the ground with force.

Vibrating roar!

Lu Zhuo's fist, with black iron patterns fluctuating on it, charged at Chen Yu amidst a burst of dark and yelling energy.

At that moment.

It seemed like a vague, dark beast's silhouette ferociously pounced towards Chen Yu.

Under unprecedented pressure, Chen Yu pushed the Copper Statue Technique to its limit.

Creak creak!

From deep within his bones and muscles surged immense strength, stimulating his formidable physique to its peak.

Hmph!

On Chen Yu's copper-patterned arm, a coil of dark green serpent-shaped Evil Qi condensed to its extreme, emitting a thunderous roar.

"What intense Evil Qi!"

The numerous disciples behind him were terrified, not daring to meet Chen Yu's gaze.

Under tremendous pressure, Chen Yu's "Cloud Evil Inner Breath" ascended to a new level, barely touching the Postnatal Qi Transformation Realm.

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"This fist technique almost parallels the Postnatal Qi Transformation."

Mei Changqing was slightly startled.

At that moment.

The evil intent in Chen Yu's eyes merged with the might of his fist technique, producing a power that, even without the Copper Statue Technique, nearly reached the Postnatal Qi Transformation Realm.

"Boom!"

Two tyrannical forces collided in mid-air, creating a turbulent gust that swept across several meters.

Wham! Whoosh!

In the midst of the raging wind, two figures clashed fiercely, sending a terrifying shockwave through the air.

Boom! Bang bang—

Suddenly, the two figures separated amid the roaring wind.

Thud thud!

One dark-skinned figure stumbled back two steps, his form wavering with shock.

It was Lu Zhuo!

"He's stopped!"

"We did it!"

The disciples from both camps behind were exhilarated, nearly shouting out loud.

From the moment Lu Zhuo took the Blood Soul Flower to breaking through to the end, it was the first time someone managed to block him.

Bang!

Another tall youth was knocked back several meters, stumbling upon landing.

Chen Yu's form swayed, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, his face alternating between red and white.

"His physical power is almost equal to mine. But his cultivation technique is significantly more refined than mine."

Chen Yu steadied his circulation.

Just one strike had caused him some internal injuries.

Thump thump! Thump thump!

As his mysterious heart pulsed, the injuries inside Chen Yu healed by more than half in an instant.

"Earlier on, I had an intuition that you would be an opponent in the Blood Burial Garden, but I didn't expect you could contend with me in close combat," Lu Zhuo said, his expression stern.

That strike.

Although he had won and injured the other, his unchallenged momentum had been blocked.

Just then.

Swoosh! Swoosh, swoosh…

Top disciples like Mei Changqing, Jiang Ping, Chang Xuan, Li Bingyue, and Fei Letian came rushing from behind.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Zhuo's eyes as he stared at the youth at the exit.

If he could not break through in the next moment, he would be surrounded by numerous top talents.

"Next, I'll unleash the peak strike of my bloodline power," declared Lu Zhuo.

His arm shone with a metallic gleam on the black iron patterns that coiled around a column-like dark aura.

An ancient, majestic aura surged from Lu Zhuo.

Thump thump! Thump thump thump!

Chen Yu's heart charged up, reaching its critical point.

"Sir, prepare to receive my stronger strike."

Chen Yu let out a long howl, generating a formidable burst of power from within his physique.

Psh!

In that instant, his speed and strength increased by forty to fifty percent.

The afterimage flickered.

A gigantic copper fist, emitting a thunderous dark green Evil Light that resembled a giant python swallowing the sun, engulfed Lu Zhuo one step ahead.

It was a preemptive strike!

"This strike…"

Top disciples rushing to the scene gasped in shock.

Even Mei Changqing, who was in the Qi Transformation Realm, was moved.

It should be noted.

Chen Yu's first punch, without charging his heart and relying only on the Copper Statue Technique and the Cloud Evil Fist, had managed to contend against someone in the Postnatal Qi Transformation Realm.

This strike.

With his heart fully charged, his speed and strength had increased dramatically by forty to fifty percent!

Forty to fifty percent might seem minor, but as one progresses further in cultivation realms and volume, even a ten or twenty percent enhancement is substantial, often deciding life and death in a split second.

Hoo! Bang—

The entrance hall's walls slightly trembled.

Immediately, a black whirlwind burst forth from the clashing figures.

Except for Mei Changqing, several disciples at the Late Stage of Organ Refining and Peak stage struggled to stand firm and could hardly advance.

Bang! Stomp stomp!

A dark-skinned figure was forcefully knocked back in fury and stumbled several steps after landing.

On the other side.

Chen Yu's form landed and steadied, blocking the exit once more.

Hiss!

Chen Yu's body was wrapped in black patterns and his high-grade treasure armor exploded into tatters, yet there were no visible wounds on the surface of his skin.

"This boy's burst of power is actually above mine."

Lu Zhuo finally lost his composure, his mind reeling with shock.

He possessed an ancient and noble bloodline inheritance, which gave him unmatched physical strength among his peers.

In this confrontation,

Lu Zhuo found himself slightly suppressed by Chen Yu in terms of strength.

"I've sustained some internal injuries, and my armor is shattered."

Chen Yu took a deep breath.

Although he had the upper hand in terms of prestige this time, he still suffered a minor loss.

The opponent's bloodline power was very special, enhancing his combat capabilities while also sending shock waves into the enemy's body.

In terms of defense, the two were similar.

Chen Yu had a slight advantage in strength.

But in terms of cultivation technique maturity and attack power, Lu Zhuo was still stronger.

Unless

Chen Yu could fully enter his explosive mode, further enhancing his strength and speed.

"Hehe, stay put!"

As Lu Zhuo steadied himself, a light laughter was heard.

Whoosh snap!

Mei Changqing's hand wielded a dark green bamboo staff, casting a shadow of splintering dark bamboo, enveloping Lu Zhuo.

Go!

Jiang Ping's forehead shimmered with red sand, her bloodline activated, her black thread transformed into a dark red sharp line and "whoosh," it struck Lu Zhuo's lower body.

At the same moment,

Chang Xuan, Li Bingyue, Fei Letian, and other top talents launched their attacks from afar.

Each of these top talents' attacks approached the Postnatal Qi Transformation Realm, or even touched the Qi Transformation Realm.

Led by Mei Changqing, the multitude of attacks all enveloped Lu Zhuo.

Yin Fire Pearl! Ice Split Ball!

Among them were some killer moves from the various sects, all capable of threatening those in the Qi Transformation Realm.

Mmhm!

In the midst of the radiant waves of energy, a purple-green ancient beast phantom immediately "crack," shattered.

From within, came Lu Zhuo's furious roar, seeming to thunder with rage.

Wow!

After a round of attacks, Lu Zhuo spat a mouthful of blood, finally injured.

"You country bumpkins... you actually hurt me!"

Lu Zhuo growled, his body's black iron patterns noticeably dimmed.

"Attacks from many top disciples of both sides only caused him light internal injuries."

Chen Yu was astounded.

With his bloodline power, Lu Zhuo's defense was not much inferior to Chen Yu's, but the former also had high-grade treasure armor.

And,

Chen Yu noticed a detail.

From breaking out to fighting now, Lu Zhuo had been clutching the Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower in one hand, even protecting it.

This surely affected Lu Zhuo's combat performance.

He estimated that Lu Zhuo's real combat capability could only reach eighty to ninety percent.

It's not that he didn't want to store the Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower in a storage bag, but he couldn't.

Within the Blood Soul Flower, a Blood Soul Flower Spirit had emerged, almost demon-spirit-like in existence, even considered a sort of living being.

Similar to the "Blood Sun Pearl," ordinary storage bags could not contain it.

"Kill!"

The disciples from both camps didn't care so much, attacking frenziedly.

Boom, ding ding, whoosh boom!

The numerous attacks once again overwhelmed Lu Zhuo.

"Activate!"

Suddenly, a metal sphere appeared in Lu Zhuo's other hand, which he threw to the ground.

Be careful!

Mei Changqing hurriedly cautioned.

Unexpectedly, when the sphere hit the ground, it did not explode like the Yin Fire Pearl or Ice Split Ball.

Click,

The metal sphere unfolded, a flash of light revealing a mechanical puppet about a zhang tall, clad in armor, wielding a shield and a giant sword.

Ding ding dang...

The mechanical puppet used its shield, as large as a millstone, to protect Lu Zhuo from the front.

The numerous attacks hit the puppet, sparking a shower of sparks, especially the shield, which remained unmovable.

"What is this thing!"

Disciples from the Bone Demon Palace and the Three Sects Camp exclaimed in shock.

For the majority, it was their first encounter with such a device.

"This is a puppet!"

"It's a Postnatal Qi Transformation puppet!"

Only a few like Mei Changqing and Jiang Ping recognized the origin of this device.

Shh!

The puppet swung its giant sword, casting a dazzling blood-red arc light two to three zhang wide, sweeping past several top disciples nearby.

Clang,

Mei Changqing, struck head-on by the giant sword, was forced to retreat about a zhang.

"Ah..."

Screams and moans were heard.

The Iron Sword Sect's Yellow Robed Girl, struck by the blood-red arc light, was cut into upper and lower halves.

Hiss!

Yunyue Sect's Chang Xuan, his shoulder bearing a deep bloody mark, his high-grade treasure armor almost completely shattered, narrowly survived.

At the same moment.

Several other disciples also sustained varying degrees of injuries.

Instantly, the area was deathly silent.

The many disciples gasped in shock, staring at Lu Zhuo and the shield-and-sword puppet beside him.

Lu Zhuo himself was already slightly superior to an average Postnatal Qi Transformation.

Now, with a powerful Postnatal Qi Transformation puppet as well, how could he be stopped?

"Humph, you country folk from a small place are seeing such a powerful puppet for the first time…"

Lu Zhuo thought with a sense of superiority.

His cold gaze swept over Mei Changqing and the others, then returned to fix on Chen Yu.

Chen Yu still blocked the exit, standing as if he were the sole guardian.

Thump, thump thump! Thump thump thump!

Chen Yu's heart raced to the extreme, ready to burst into explosive mode at any moment.

"Chen Yu, I respect such an opponent as you. I don't want you to become a body trampled and passed over. Step aside."

Lu Zhuo's expression turned strange, followed by a faint smile.

"Hahaha ..."

Chen Yu glanced over the puppet and Lu Zhuo, a flash of sharpness in his eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing, a hint of mockery curling at his lips.