Chapter 175: Cannot Get Close

"Courting death!" Gongsan Pingbalang licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his scarlet pupils reflecting the figure of the youth holding a sword.

Lin Yu, however, tilted his head and chuckled, the sword tip pointing straight at his own heart: "Night Wanderer, activate!"

The instant the ancient Fish-Gut Sword pierced into his chest, the roar of Dong Xuhui, whose eyes were splitting with rage, was swallowed by a suddenly erupting golden light. Seven-colored auspicious clouds churned like the sea, an Immortal Crown swirled behind the youth's head within the pillar of light, and his sleeves snapped loudly in the air currents.

This was precisely the killing move buried for two thousand years by the master sword-caster Ouyezi, an instantaneous Ascension bought with one's life.

"Senior Xuanyuan said..." Lin Yu stepped through the air, leaving golden flame footprints on the bluestone with every step, "Once this sword is unsheathed, it shall slay the evil immortal."

Blood-red light burst from Lin Yu's eyes; at this moment, only one thought remained in his mind—even if he had to risk his life, he would make Gongsan Pingbalang disappear completely.

"At least I can avenge Xia!"

A manic laugh suddenly exploded; Gongsan Pingbalang was actually trembling with excitement in the pool of blood: "Xuanyuan Hai actually hid this trump card of yours, interesting! Come! Let me see how much ability you have."

The ground exploded with cracks. Lin Yu's figure shot out like a cannonball; Gongsan Pingbalang was sent flying backward, snapping three ancient locust trees before being blasted into mid-air by a rain of heavy punches before he could even land.

The sound of shattering bones mixed with spraying blood mist; this evil immortal was being unilaterally ravaged like a broken rag doll.

"Get down." Lin Yu grabbed the opponent's head and smashed it fiercely into the bluestone slabs, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spreading to the shops at the street corner.

Every stomp triggered a tremor that shook the earth, and the entire Miao Street rustled with falling dust amidst the vibration.

When the unique technique, Thousand-Machine Lock, was unleashed, the watching Dong Xuhui's pupils shrank. The evil immortal's entire body joints emitted a teeth-grinding crunch, two hundred and six bones were precisely dismantled, and finally, his head was twisted a full half-turn.

"Cough... cough cough..." Dong Xuhui clutched his bleeding chest and staggered backward. His hard-body cultivation was no match for the evil immortal, but at this moment, Lin Yu was like a Rakshasa descended upon the world.

In the deathly silence, the sound of bones resetting suddenly rang out.

Gongsan Pingbalang, who should have been dead, twisted his body eerily like a marionette, his inverted head emitting a chilling, ferocious laugh: "Exhilarating, you are the first mortal to force me to reveal my divine body."

Purple flames soared into the sky, and two Immortal Crowns shone brilliantly behind his head. With eerie butterfly wings piercing through his back and spreading out, the evil immortal, whose hair had grown wildly to his waist, stood in mid-air, and the roof tiles of the entire street began to hover strangely.

"This is the true form of the Amaterasu Butterfly Immortal!"

Lin Yu dug his fingernails deep into his palms, fresh blood dripping through his fingers. Five minutes... five minutes left! How on earth could he completely annihilate this monster?

Gongsan Pingbalang's butterfly wings snapped open behind him, and he soared into the sky.

Lin Yu only felt a blur pass before his eyes, followed by a tearing pain in his scalp.

He was actually dragged by his hair and hoisted fifty meters into the air!

"Guess, how many seconds does it take to fall into a pulp?" Amidst the ferocious laughter, Lin Yu suddenly lost his center of gravity, the whistling wind in his ears carrying the earth rushing toward him.

The instant before hitting the ground, Gongsan Pingbalang appeared before him like a ghost: "What if there's an iron rod stuck there?"

Before the words faded, an iron rod with a chilling gleam had already been erected on the ground. Lin Yu watched helplessly as his chest was pierced by the iron rod, blood choking out of his throat.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed the iron rod to slide down, every inch of movement drawing out the sound of tearing flesh and bone.

Gongsan Pingbalang laughed maniacally as he patted his face: "Did you really think Ascension could contend with me? Above the Land Immortal there is still Heaven and Earth; you are nothing but an ant!"

When Lin Yu reached the end of the iron rod, the opponent suddenly pulled the weapon away. Lin Yu, kneeling on the ground, roared: "Even if I turn into a vengeful ghost, I will take your life!" But he saw Gongsan Pingbalang reveal a Shikigami Needle: "I will make you a slave for all eternity!"

At the brink of death, Lin Yu took out the Yin Soldier Tiger Tally and crushed it fiercely. Instantly, thick fog swept through Miao Street, and amidst the clanking of iron armor, ten thousand ghost soldiers broke through the fog. The leading general knelt on one knee: "Please give your orders, General!"

"With your remnant souls!" Lin Yu wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, every word like a blade: "Forge my Xiuluo Zhanchu!"

"As you command!"

The burly man knelt in response, and the ancient military formation that had appeared in the thick fog suddenly disintegrated, turning into a churning black tide.

These mists burrowed into Lin Yu's seven orifices like living things; amidst the sound of exploding bones, his broken spine instantly reconnected, his figure surged to over two meters tall, pitch-black eagle wings pierced through his clothes, and his knotted muscles shimmered with a blue-gray hue under the moonlight.

At this moment, Lin Yu was like a Rakshasa descended, with two dark Immortal Crowns suspended behind his head, shrouding Gongsan Pingbalang in his giant shadow.

Before the opponent could speak, a giant palm whistled through the air, and the short figure was sent flying fifty meters backward like a cannonball, plowing a deep trench into the ground.

Lin Yu, flapping his wings to soar, grabbed the iron rod that had pierced him and threw it fiercely at the deep pit.

Amidst the shrill whistle of metal tearing through the air, only half of the two-meter iron rod remained exposed.

Landing and grabbing his twin blades, Lin Yu flashed his blades repeatedly; Gongsan Pingbalang's limbs were severed, and a huge bloody gash was torn into his chest and abdomen.

"This is for Xiaorou." Amidst the roar, the twin blades pierced into the beating heart.

When the hilt was stomped into his chest cavity, the timer showed forty-five minutes remaining.

"Hahaha..." A familiar laugh pierced the night sky. The furious Lin Yu slashed wildly with his blades, only to see the phantom dissipate. Purple pupils lit up behind him: "Brilliant! Both the Night Wanderer and the Yin Soldier Tiger Tally have been exposed, but do you have any other trump cards?"

Cold sweat soaked his back; the fierce battle since the Ascension had all been a double-pupil illusion. At this moment, the timer had jumped to 20 minutes, and a massive amount of inheritance suddenly flooded into his mind, the intense pain causing him to kneel and roar. Four Immortal Crowns suddenly emerged.

Gongsan Pingbalang's smile froze. Lin Yu struggled desperately, but he was unable to move, like a marionette. As the mist in Miao Street dissipated, two cold gleams were unsheathed. Yuzao Huimei and Jiulangzi assumed iaido stances, their snowy blades tracing cold light in the moonlight.

Cold light flashed suddenly! The two demon blades had already pressed against Lin Yu's front and back vital points.

Clang!

Dong Xuhui grabbed the blade edges with his bare hands, the blood between his fingers swallowed by the blades before it could even drip.

"Demon blades!" His pupils shrank, and the muscles in his arms bulged, forcing the two back.

Yuzao Huimei swept backward on her tiptoes: "This is the heirloom treasure of the Yuzao clan!"

Jiulangzi spun and revealed his blade: "The Great Tengu is here!"

The twin blades turned into shadows and attacked again! Dong Xuhui roared and shoved Lin Yu aside, the two blade tips piercing through his chest and abdomen. The blue light of the demon blades surged, and his burly body collapsed like a deflating leather bag, yet he grinned as he gripped the blades and exerted force.

Crack!

The broken blades flew off! The two demon blades actually melted into molten iron within his flesh and blood.

"The blood of one whose Fleshly Body Becomes Saint." He collapsed while vomiting blood foam, "It specifically counters divine weapons!"

Lin Yu was currently trapped in a storm of his consciousness. Eighteen inheritance phantoms were tearing at his soul, and the Qi energy around his body expanded in layers, forming an invisible barrier that forced Yuzao and the other to stay at a distance.

"Are you two still holding back?" Gongsan Pingbalang scanned the direction of the alley courtyard with cold eyes, the emerald pendant in his palm glowing brightly: "Huazi, dance with me!" He swallowed the jade stone as his Adam's apple rolled, the instant he tore open the Soul-Suppressing Talisman on his chest!

Purple-gold twin blades broke through the air into his hands, six feet of cold light slicing through the night.

"Zhanshendao Kuangu Gongsanpingbalang." He sank into a bow stance, the blade edge dragging sparks: "First Style!"

Swish!

Crack!

Deep in Maiyi Lane, Liu Jinyong suddenly sprang up from his sickbed, his blood-stained fingers chopping down through the air.