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Chapter 161: All Techniques Unleashed!
Chapter 161: All Techniques Unleashed!
Under the night sky, Lv Yang’s piercing gaze turned icy. Before Wu Cang could react, his hands flashed into a seal, unleashing a blinding golden light.
How dare he strike first!?
Wu Cang’s face flickered with shock and anger. He was a Foundation Building Mid-Stage cultivator! How could a mere early-stage opponent dare attack him?
But there was no time to dwell. The golden light descended, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Cang found himself submerged in a vast golden sea of clouds. Before him stretched illusory landscapes—serene suns and moons, towering mountains and rivers, lakes and oceans, all interwoven with phantom dragon shapes darting through the mist.
“Boom!”
Without hesitation, Wu Cang swung his sleeve, conjuring a black-gold shield to block the incoming sword beam aimed at his back.
“Trying to ambush me?”
Smirking, Wu Cang spread his Divine Consciousness. How could Lv Yang possibly evade him while trapped within his Array Art?
Yet before his taunt faded, Lv Yang—wielding the Avici Sword—exploded in a burst of blinding white light. In an instant, he reappeared directly in front of Wu Cang, sword tip aimed at his forehead.
“Clang!”
A deafening clash rang out as Wu Cang hastily summoned a black umbrella to absorb the strike.
But as Wu Cang prepared to retaliate, the white light flashed again.
When he regained focus, Lv Yang had already withdrawn, holding the Avici Sword thoughtfully.
He’s stronger than expected.
Had Wu Cang still been in the early Foundation Building stage, he’d have been wounded. But his mid-stage Divine Consciousness had saved him.
Of course, Lv Yang hadn’t fully unleashed the Avici Sword’s power. He could feel the sword trembling in his hand, the blade spirit—a girl—shrieking excitedly, “It’s him! Kill him! Slaying a mid-stage with an early-stage strike will restore half my strength!”
“Patience. Your moment will come.”
Lv Yang chuckled, sheathing the Avici Sword. Then, his boundless spiritual energy began pouring into the blade.
The sword devoured it all.
No matter how much power he fed it, the blade craved more, the spirit wailing, “More! More!” like an insatiable abyss.
Lv Yang didn’t mind. The more energy stored, the longer the buildup—the greater the sword’s devastating potential. It would be the ultimate trump card.
More importantly, that first strike confirmed something crucial:
The Determine Kinship ability still worked!
Its activation meant he hadn’t been bound by Wu Cang’s Array Art. With a mere thought, he could vanish at any moment. Armed with this escape route, Lv Yang relaxed. No need to flee—now, he could unleash every technique without restraint.
Time to test the gap between himself and a mid-stage Foundation Builder!
Yet while Lv Yang remained calm, Wu Cang’s face darkened. Being nearly injured by a lower-ranked opponent was an intolerable humiliation.
The next moment, Wu Cang’s Array Art roared to life. Countless branches erupted around Lv Yang, blooming with flowers that merged with Wu Cang’s aura. In seconds, they coalesced into a colossal tree, its serpentine trunk piercing the heavens and its canopy blotting out the sky.
“You’ve signed your death warrant!”
A single branch bore fruit—a crimson, fire-like orb that plummeted toward Lv Yang.
As it fell, it erupted into a blazing crimson ray, tearing through the air with thunderous roars.
A Life-Bound Divine Ability?
Lv Yang arched a brow. While maintaining the Avici Sword’s charge, he activated Determine Kinship again to deflect the attack.
But this time, the ability faltered.
The moment the defensive light met the fruit, a fiery shockwave erupted, shattering his Divine Ability and engulfing him in an explosion.
The blast compressed itself into a three-hundred-meter inferno, its full force unleashed.
At the Foundation Building stage, cultivators could manipulate energy with divine precision—expanding it to flatten mountains or condensing it into pinpoint strikes of unimaginable power.
Yet Wu Cang’s face remained grim.
Smoke cleared, revealing Lv Yang standing firm amidst the flames, his hands weaving a Divine Ability—a halo of radiant light encircling him like a divine canopy, sealing the inferno outside.
Differentiate Sameness!
This technique not only evaded karmic backlash but also shielded the user from all external forces, rendering them untouchable.
Two mysteries?
Wu Cang’s frown deepened. Though prepared for Lv Yang’s prowess, the revelation still unnerved him.
Life-Bound Divine Abilities varied in caliber. Most possessed a single “mystery”—a unique trait. Multiple mysteries typically arose from either divine favor or superior cultivation techniques.
Wu Cang and Lv Yang shared similar origins—both had inherited legacies from fallen sects, using them to rise to power within the Holy Sect. While Wu Cang was a self-made cultivator, his strength was undeniable.
He’d cultivated the Panlong Shenmu Dao Foundation, unlocking the Life-Bound Divine Ability Panlong Baoshan Tree and refining three mysteries since reaching mid-stage Foundation Building.
Could Yuan Tu (Slaughter) truly surpass me?
As Lv Yang remained unscathed, Wu Cang chuckled, “Slaughter, friend, my Woodfire Flame isn’t so easily shaken.”
Though shielded by Differentiate Sameness, the surrounding flames still clung to Lv Yang like a leech. Should he drop his guard, they’d consume his body instantly.
A battle of attrition.
Sustaining the ability while fighting would drain Lv Yang’s energy rapidly—within moments, he’d be defenseless.
Confident, Wu Cang smirked.
Yet the next second, his expression shifted.
Unfazed, Lv Yang withdrew a multicolored pouch—the Qiankun Brocade Bag—and emptied it, unleashing a swarm of one hundred and forty million Aetherophagous Beetles.
The insects descended like a tidal wave, devouring the flames around Lv Yang. Though the fire stemmed from Wu Cang’s Life-Bound Divine Ability, it was still spiritual energy—Qi—and the beetles consumed all forms of energy indiscriminately.
In an instant, the inferno vanished.
Millions of beetles perished in the process, but the Spirit Devouring Insect King within the bag was already replenishing their ranks.
A worthy descendant of the ancient celestial species, Lv Yang mused. No wonder the ancestral master had praised them. Forged in the Refinement Realm and numbering in the tens of millions, these insects now wielded power rivaling Foundation Building cultivators.
(End of Chapter)
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