Chapter 206: Repeated Heavy Blows (Please Subscribe)

Falling short at the final hurdle, is it?

Du En raised his eyes to stare at Fu Yong before him; from within those shattered, flowing golden flames, he saw only a pair of eyes that never believed they had done anything wrong, still that "false" self, brave enough to sacrifice for a grand ambition.

"Just a bit stupid."

His evaluation consisted of only these five words.

At the same time, the Golden Core within his dantian erupted with sudden brilliance, star-ring crystal dust streaming out; his spirit body was pushed to its absolute limit, and in that split second of urgency, in that moment with no room to cast spells, he traded a hundred blows with this idiot, striking until his own arms cracked, like a piece of art that makes one sigh with regret.

Boom.

Fu Yong's broken remains fell to the ground.

The momentary power of a self-detonating Golden Core is, after all, only momentary.

Yet, it had bought that moment.

Before the halted Du En stood the armored soldiers, who had regrouped and activated their final strategy.

Silver-white iron armor glinting with cold light, a grim intent of death shining in their eyes.

Men determined to die, men meant to die, men who die of their own accord!

Abandoning all flashy maneuvers, in a brief moment they severed their instincts, ignited their Dao foundations, and condensed all their power—like tiny embryonic Golden Cores—then, in groups of various sizes, they simultaneously unleashed secret arts, beginning a wave of suicidal, self-destructive charges that came one after another like the tide!

What is a method stronger than a single person's self-detonation? It is the joint execution of secret arts for self-detonation and mutual destruction!

Du En unleashed an earth cannon, and the earth cannon was blasted to pieces.

Du En stirred up flying sand, and the flying sand was torn apart.

Du En ignited flames, and the flames were submerged.

He struck out with his fists through the air; the mere impact of his mana was enough to crush a dozen men instantly.

He suddenly invigorated his Golden Core, charging directly in reverse, easily decapitating dozens in an instant.

He... was ultimately submerged in this tide of self-destructive secret arts.

All that could be seen were flashes of lightning and gray currents, the silent wailing of thunder.

The pitch-black, lightless Nancang Ruins were, at this moment, illuminated by gray light of death.

The battle between the High Envoy and Meng Changqing's side also paused because of this.

"That stinking woman..."

Meng Changqing gritted his teeth with particular intensity.

Everything had been going well, but then Fu Yong suddenly came back to life, directly interrupting the swift, momentum-climbing, violent offensive Du En had been leading, allowing the armored soldiers to deliver a death-defying strike that turned into a gray, thunderous light of death, submerging him within it.

"Although he has already fulfilled and fully demonstrated the bearing of a genius, it is a pity that his foundation is still too poor. Could you not have taught him a few more high-grade spells or other secret arts beforehand?"

The High Envoy did not smile, but said this, seemingly tinged with mockery.

If he had held any doubts before, having watched Du En accumulate bit by bit over this past year, he was now absolutely certain that Du En's Hundred-Control Art was not taught by Meng Changqing!

Meng Changqing heard the sarcasm, his expression darkening, unable to refute it.

"You are too stubborn, always clinging to your own set of ways, strictly following rules, rewarding only for merit, refusing gifts without contribution; you haven't changed in all these years, which is why..."

"Why talk so much nonsense? I want to take my anger out on you right now, die!"

As if touched on a sore spot, Meng Changqing, who was actually quite regretful in his heart, immediately spoke with malice and called his subordinates to continue their frantic assault on the High Envoy.

This made him feel somewhat helpless: "If you have anger, take it out on the Third Junior Sister..."

He felt he had been fair, having done nothing extra to Fu Yong.

Of course, this was also because he felt his Third Junior Sister would definitely have tampered with this chess piece.

After all, she was a trusted confidante who had followed Changqing for over twenty years...

The High Envoy parried the fierce attack, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine; he took a blow head-on, his aura wavering, his face turning deathly pale.

Yet even so, he shifted his stance to face the figure walking out from the lingering aftermath, calmly revealing himself.

Du En!

He was not dead!

Although his clothes were now tattered, barely enough to cover his body, his previously crystalline and translucent spirit body was now covered in cracks, and light-like blood flowed out uncontrollably, though it was not mixed with crystal-dust-like mana, as that had already been exhausted.

A large crack ran across his face and head, leaving him with only half an eye; if not for the fact that his spirit-body transformation was barely holding on, he would be a terrifying, dying image covered in blood and leaking brains.

Although he was not dead yet, he looked to be near death, even the golden light in his eyes having completely faded away, his aura as weak as a mortal's, making one wonder if he had also detonated his Golden Core to survive that thunderous light of death.

He was truly at death's door!

"Du En, you..."

Meng Changqing was just about to tell him to go heal his wounds; he still had a fifth-grade recovery pill on him, originally kept for himself, but after following Du En's clumsy strategy earlier, he had prepared it for him and was about to send it over through the air.

Even if the Golden Core was shattered, as long as there were some fragments left, it could be restored to perfection without affecting future cultivation!

However, his voice had barely emerged when he suddenly saw the High Envoy take another hit head-on, using the momentum to lunge forward, heading straight for Du En.

?!!!

You really want to fight me to the death?!

Meng Changqing was shocked and horrified!

"Hmm?"

Du En only raised his eyebrows slightly, watching the High Envoy approach with unmistakable murderous intent; his expression remained calm, as if he were not surprised at all.

Damn it!

Meng Changqing cursed inwardly, directly shaking off the others, and was now biting at the High Envoy's heels.

Just one move, no, half a move—no, as long as I can block him for a second, I can catch up and intercept him!

In an instant, Meng Changqing unleashed three secret arts in succession, his speed increasing again and again, even his own body beginning to crack, determined to catch that damned fellow before him.

But in the end, he was still a step too slow; once the initiative is lost, it is hard to make up for it...

Du En faced the hand reaching toward him, a secret art long in the making, clearly prepared specifically for him, leaving no room for anyone to intervene.

Not to mention that he was already severely wounded and would be in a near-death state the moment he deactivated Solid Spirit Transformation; even if he were completely unblemished and in his prime, he might not necessarily be able to take it!

Therefore, there is only one choice left now!

Divine Ability, Burial of Death, Glory of Life!

This trump card, which had long since passed its cooldown period, was directly revealed by Du En at this moment.

Golden Core shattered, restored.

Body mangled, restored.

Enveloped in deathly intent, thunder striking the spirit, weary and decadent... all restored!

Full status restored to peak condition!

To an outsider, it was as if in the blink of an eye, the entire person had been refreshed; looking closely again, the one standing there was already Du En at his peak!

"Ha..."

The Emissary seemed to want to laugh, his hand already pressing down.

Thus, Du En's body was once again tattered, but at the same time, he threw a punch, shattering the opponent's chest and abdomen, affecting the middle and lower two dantian, punching straight through, able to see Meng Changqing behind him with wide eyes, as well as the guards further back who had just regained their senses.

(End of chapter)