How can I have a heart of a demonic god in my body?!-Chapter 160 - 0157: The End of the Strong Crossbow

The deadly silent open square.

"Ha ha ha..."

Chen Yu's laughter was especially loud, like a booming bell, full of vigor and genuine, not just an empty display.

The disciples of both the Three Sects and the Bone Demon Palace felt their repression and fear somewhat alleviated by the laughter.

"What are you laughing at!" Lu Zhuo responded coldly.

"Ha ha ha... You're at the end of your rope, and yet you dare to spout grand statements!"

Chen Yu's laughter was filled with mockery.

His gaze did not linger on the puppet but was fixed on Lu Zhuo.

"Pretending to be mysterious! Since you are seeking your own death, you can't blame me..."

Lu Zhuo's expression subtly changed, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Whoosh!

The mechanical puppet beside him swung its greatsword, pointing it toward Chen Yu who stood at the exit.

"Come on then! I alone can block your way."

Chen Yu stood proudly at the exit, fearless.

He held the Xuan Heavy Sword steadily in one hand, calm and confident.

What!

One man to stop Lu Zhuo?

A great shock ran through the disciples of the Three Sects and the Bone Demon Palace.

"That's too arrogant!"

"Why do I feel like he's actually capable?"

Disciples exchanged bewildered looks.

Mei Changqing, Jiang Ping, and others, showed a hint of surprise as they exchanged glances.

But they had to admit.

At a moment when many disciples were panicking and almost giving up, this young man alone dominated the gate, his loud laughter stunning and powerful.

"Slice!"

Chen Yu roared, leaping into the air, his heavy sword tracing a dark silver arc like a rainbow.

At that moment.

His heart accumulated power to the extreme, and both massive physical strength and Cloud Destructor internal energy were fused into his heavy sword.

This sudden strike caught Lu Zhuo off guard.

Clang!

The puppet's greatsword met the strike, and a blood arc flashed.

Boom!

Chen Yu was thrust back a few yards by the explosive blood-colored arc, nearly spitting blood.

Crack!

The [Green Scale Armguard] on Chen Yu's arm shattered, blocking the residual impact of the blood arc.

After this exchange, Chen Yu was suppressed and driven back, even losing a treasured armguard.

However.

His face showed not shock but joy.

"As expected! If just now you and this puppet had burst forth with full strength, I might have already been defeated."

Chen Yu's smile grew even more composed.

"You..."

Lu Zhuo finally showed a change in color, a look of anger spreading across his face.

"I get it now!"

Mei Changqing, Jiang Ping, Huangfulin, and others suddenly realized.

"I vaguely remember reading that controlling a puppet needs spiritual power. With Your Excellency's Mid-stage of Refining proficiency, controlling a Postnatal Qi Transformation puppet to exhibit peak power is indeed inappropriate."

Mei Changqing said with a smile.

"That's right! While controlling the puppet, one's own strength can't be fully utilized; after all, it's hard to multitask."

Many agreed.

"Heh, that's probably a secondary reason. I feel like this person isn't having too much trouble controlling the puppet."

Chen Yu shook his head with a smile.

A secondary reason?

The crowd couldn't help but look at Chen Yu in surprise, while Lu Zhuo's expression fluctuated unpredictably.

"The most important thing is. Your Bloodline Power, in a prolonged battle, including the extraction of the Blood Soul Flower, consumes quite a lot. I believe this special power, granting power beyond one's level, certainly cannot last long."

Chen Yu's eyes bore into Lu Zhuo.

At this moment.

The black iron patterns on Lu Zhuo's body were not as pronounced as initially and had even dimmed somewhat.

"I should have thought of this earlier."

Jiang Ping couldn't help but feel annoyed.

She also possessed Bloodline Power, but its grade and activation were far inferior to that of the other.

Also, given the opponent's formidable combat capability and the appearance of the puppet, she had almost lost the courage to fight full-out without seriously considering this factor.

"How much of Your Excellency's Bloodline Power is left now. Thirty percent, twenty percent, or even less?"

Chen Yu smirked.

He could perceive these facts partly because of his mysterious heart's sensitivity to various power fluctuations.

Additionally.

He had not truly lost his fighting spirit and courage, nor had he lost his cool.

Especially.

After Lu Zhuo showcased the puppet's might and even tried to convince him to step aside, calling his avoidance "out of respect," not wanting him to die a vain death.

Putting himself in their shoes.

If Chen Yu had seized the Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower and was just about to break through, but was specifically stopped by "someone" and fell into a dangerous situation of being mobbed.

He would certainly detest the person blocking his way.

If truly possessing unparalleled ability, he would definitely crush this "someone" without a word, why the nonsense!

Lu Zhuo hadn't done so, indicating he didn't have the capability.

On the contrary.

He was even worried that Chen Yu, in a desperate counterattack, would use up his remaining Bloodline Power.

Once deprived of the boost from his Bloodline Power, Lu Zhuo's own combat power would fall to the level of Mei Changqing, and if he was distracted by controlling the puppet, he might even drop to the ranks of Jiang Ping and Chang Xuan.

"Chen Yu! I regret not killing you the first time we met!"

The dark-skinned young man gritted his teeth, his eyes emitting a bone-chilling chill.

Seeing one more step would lead to freedom, yet being blocked by Chen Yu.

How could he not hate him?

And at the very last moment.

He deployed the puppet to intimidate both the factions of the Three Sects and the Bone Demon Palace, eyeing a successful turnaround.

However.

His last arrows in the quiver were exposed by Chen Yu.

He longed to devour Chen Yu's flesh, drink his blood, skin him and pull out his tendons...

"What are you all standing there for!"

Chen Yu's eyes flashed fiercely, his hand gripping the[Xuan Heavy Sword], sweeping it toward the exit.

His strategic significance now surpassed his actual strength.

By blocking this exit, the dark-skinned young man would face a mob from everyone.

"Charge!"

Disciples from the Three Sects and the Bone Demon Palace rallied again and mobbed Lu Zhuo.

Lu Zhuo gave a grim smile.

The mechanical puppet in front of him swung its greatsword, a blood-colored arc sweeping across and blasting away a few disciples.

At the same time.

The huge shield of the puppet blocked most of the attacks for Lu Zhuo.

"My puppet, made from very unique materials, has an attack power that can compare with the Postnatal Middle Stage, yet its defensive power can compare with the Qi Transformation Innate."

Lu Zhuo remained calm and composed.

"Ah ah..."

Instead, two disciples at the Mid-stage of Refining were swept by a bloody arc of light, losing arms and legs as they flew out.

Ding ding chi!

Mei Changqing's dark green bamboo rod swept across the body of the puppet, sparking a shower of sparks, yet it remained undamaged.

After stabilizing the situation.

Lu Zhuo's gaze flickered, sweeping over Chen Yu at the exit.

As long as he did not get too close to the exit, then Chen Yu would not pursue relentlessly.

Because.

Once he broke through the exit, Lu Zhuo would be the big winner. Both parties clearly understood this bottom line.

Thump thump! Thump thump thump!

Chen Yu's heart was silently gathering strength.

He was waiting for Lu Zhuo to approach again, then he would activate the "Explosion Method."

Lu Zhuo's gaze surveyed every corner of the area.

With a sharp intuition, Lu Zhuo sensed a crisis emanating from Chen Yu and subconsciously did not approach.

Suddenly.

His gaze swept over the dome of the open plaza, and his eyes lit up.

Above the dome was the sky.

The entire open plaza was actually built on top of the Blood Sky Hall, and the dome above was hollow, but shrouded by a light silver blood curtain.

"Go!"

Lu Zhuo's figure flickered, using the puppet's cover to charge in the opposite direction.

"Ahhhh..."

Together with the puppet, he was invincible.

Clang chi!

Lu Zhuo, with his diminishing bloodline power, joined forces with the puppet, pushing Mei Changqing back with injuries.

"What's that guy doing running back?"

Chen Yu felt something was amiss.

Suddenly, his gaze swept towards the dome above his head.

Not good!

Chen Yu no longer guarded the exit, his body darting swiftly away.

However.

In terms of movement technique speed, Chen Yu was still not as fast as Lu Zhuo bolstered by the bloodline power.

"I was too foolish before. Insisting on clashing with that guy, I've used up quite a bit of bloodline power."

Lu Zhuo regretted in his heart.

However, now that he had come to his senses, it was not too late.

"Breaking through the barrier on the dome, I would be the big winner. Bone Demon Palace, the three sects, and Chen Yu... In this Blood Burial Garden, you all are just my background."

Lu Zhuo's heart surged with excitement, and he could not help but howl.

Whoosh!

Bolstered by the bloodline power, he crossed the blood pool, reaching the wall near the other end of the plaza with a speed that defied competition.

Scurry scrabble!

Lu Zhuo retracted the puppet, his figure leaping by pushing off the wall.

A height of several dozen feet was no challenge for him.

In a flash or two, Lu Zhuo neared the silver pattern blood curtain above the dome, hooking his foot on the wall's edge.

Break!

Lu Zhuo channeled his bloodline power, his palm forming a blade, glowing with a dazzling black iron pattern, swirling with a dark aura, and he chopped down fiercely.

Pong chi!

The nearby area of the silver pattern blood curtain suddenly trembled, opening a crack about a foot long, but not wide enough for a person to pass through.

The prohibitions of the Blood Sky Hall were slightly different from those of the ancient inheritance halls, protected on both the inside and outside.

Bang bang pong!

Lu Zhuo sped up his attacks, seeing the barrier hole getting bigger and bigger.

Scuffle whoosh whoosh whoosh!

At this moment, the top disciples from the three sects and Bone Demon Palace came chasing.

Pong pong chi! Pop!

But the hole in front of Lu Zhuo was almost wide enough for one person to pass through.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a purple blur at an incredible speed, climbed up from the blood hall wall, drawing close to Lu Zhuo.

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That purple shadow's speed was no less than Lu Zhuo's, and it was even more agile.

What is that?

Lu Zhuo felt a blast of wind come at him, his eyes catching a fleeting outline of a purple fox.

At this moment.

He was hanging upside down from the wall's edge, one hand holding the Blood Soul Flower, the other attacking, leaving no room to dodge.

But unexpectedly.

That purple fox did not seem intent on striking his vital points.

Plop!

Its claws swept across, accompanied by a sharp purple glint, grabbing onto the wrist holding the Blood Soul Flower.

"Ah!"

Lu Zhuo shrieked.

His bloodline power was already low, those claws extremely sharp, the force of the strike nearly comparable to the Postnatal Qi Transformation.

Bang!

The dream-like Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower fell from the sky.

At the same moment.

The hole in the barrier in front of Lu Zhuo was just wide enough for one person to get through.

"No..."

Lu Zhuo screamed in fury, only one step away from having the world at his feet, being the big winner.

Zip whoosh!

That purple fox, agilely somersaulting mid-air, grabbed the Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower.

"Isn't that fox Chen Ying'er's Spirit Pet?"

Chen Yu was taken aback.

At this moment.

Everyone at the scene was a bit stupefied, not catching on.

Just as Lu Zhuo was about to succeed, everyone had nearly lost hope.

Unexpectedly, a purple fox, with a surprise attack, snatched the Blood Soul Flower.

Whoosh slash!

The agile purple fox leapt, sweeping toward the other end's entrance.

"Stay!"

Mei Changqing and others reacted, chasing after it.

"Where will you run..."

Lu Zhuo, nearly overwhelmed by anger and blood, turned into a faint black trail of wind, overtaking most people, chasing after that Purple Fox.

Zip whoosh~

The purple fox, with the Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower in its mouth, landed next to a man and a woman, exactly Chen Yu and Chen Ying'er.