Chapter 143: It Was He Who Made the Move Himself

"Earl, use some strength. Did you not eat?"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Successive attacks landed on Shen Yu. He did not even dodge; these soft, cotton-like attacks brought him not the slightest injury, but instead rang out with the sound of metal clashing against metal.

"You!" This scene made the Zhen'an Earl's face turn livid, and he proceeded to attack frantically once more, wantonly venting the anger in his heart. But gradually, he discovered something was wrong.

Why was a feeling of weakness and powerlessness spreading throughout his entire body, and even his True Qi was becoming difficult to mobilize? Was he... poisoned?

"Wait, Blood Evil Technique, you are a member of the Thousand Blood Sect!" Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in Shen Yu's eyes. He recognized the True Qi on the Zhen'an Earl; this familiar feeling also gave him a slight shock. This was a Martial Art of the Thousand Blood Sect.

The opponent's Blood Evil Technique True Qi was mellow and thick; this level of attainment was definitely not low. It should not be the kind achieved by forcibly pulling up seedlings to help them grow, so he must have been practicing it for quite some time.

Yet, as far as he knew, the reason the Zhen'an Earl was enfeoffed as an Earl was precisely because he had performed a great service in wiping out the Thousand Blood Sect. But now, the one who performed the meritorious service that day was actually a member of the Thousand Blood Sect; this was quite interesting.

If his guess was correct, this fellow was a member of the Thousand Blood Sect from the start. The so-called war exploits back then were nothing more than a play directed and acted by the Thousand Blood Sect itself, likely intended to preserve their strength.

Thinking back to how the Thousand Blood Sect was wiped out on the surface, yet there were so many fish that slipped through the net in the shadows, and they even took this opportunity to go completely dormant, with disciples spread everywhere, their strength even greater than before—one could imagine just how much water was in that battle back then!

It looked like he was going to lock horns with these people!

Raising his head, a cold sneer appeared on the corner of Shen Yu's mouth. "Earl, you are at least a Grandmaster Realm expert. Is this all the power you have? It's not even enough to scratch an itch for me. And with this, you want to take revenge? You are talking in your sleep!"

"Scoundrel! I cannot endure this, absolutely cannot endure this!" Although the other party was clearly using a provocation, he truly could not bear it; the anger in his heart was nearly swallowing his reason. If there was a chance, he would definitely hack this hateful scoundrel before him into eight pieces.

But at this moment, he had to admit that the gap in strength between them was enough to make him feel despair.

The man stood there without even moving, letting him attack with all his might, yet he could not shake him in the slightest. Let alone injuring him and subsequently avenging Chun'er.

Moreover, he also knew his current situation: his Inner Energy was rapidly dissipating, and his limbs were weak and powerless. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly win?

It seemed that defeat and death were already his destined end!

"Yo, Earl, you've become weak and exhausted, haven't you? I haven't even made a move yet! Rest assured, in a moment you will be just like that little young master of your family—you will die very quickly, so quickly there will be no pain!"

"You..." The harsh, mocking voice entered his ears again. Especially the hatred for the murder of his son, which was like the pain of scraping bone, constantly stimulating his nerves. Added to that, this bastard opposite him was adding fuel to the fire from time to time, making his anger burn even hotter.

But no matter how desperately he fought, it seemed everything was in vain; the only one feeling stifled was himself.

However, extreme anger actually made him calm down. This person clearly had the intention of wiping them all out; he was not only going to take him down, but likely wanted to take down his entire family.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to seize a glimmer of survival for his loved ones outside. Even if he died, this person before him had to be left behind!

"It has reached the limit!" Taking a deep breath, his limbs were now weak, and even lifting a fist felt strenuous. The medicinal effect had completely erupted; in the other party's eyes, he was nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Now is the time!" A look of madness flashed in his eyes, and the Zhen'an Earl suddenly raised his head. The vital blood within his body was frantically driven by a secret technique; blood even spilled onto his body because it broke through his blood vessels.

In an instant, he was bathed in blood, his eyes bloodshot. Waves of scorching, burning sensations surged through his entire body, just like a roasted crayfish, his whole body glowing with an abnormal red.

"Kill!" With a violent shout, the Zhen'an Earl soared into the air, his entire body's vital blood seemingly ignited in this moment. This eruption came at the cost of burning his entire body's life force.

At this moment, his essence, all his power, and everything he had would be consumed in an instant to exchange for the most brilliant and glorious strike of his life.

This strike would inevitably be a full-force blow that surpassed a Grandmaster and was even infinitely close to a Great Grandmaster. He firmly believed that the young man opposite him would surely vanish into thin air under his desperate strike!

However, what surprised him slightly was that the young man opposite him did not show a hint of nervousness or despair, and did not even dodge, as if he had been scared silly on the spot.

But just as he approached the other party, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the slightly upturned corner of the other's mouth, seemingly mocking something.

"Golden Bell Shield!" With a cold snort, the Twelve-Layer Golden Bell Shield was fully activated, enveloping his entire body as if draping a golden coat over him, the internal energy stirring up a wild storm.

Even though Shen Yu stood there without moving, he was like a towering mountain, bringing a terrifying pressure that was hard to imagine.

"Clang!" The blood-colored figure slammed fiercely into the golden protective shield. A sound as loud as a giant bell followed, and the terrifying shockwave swept in all directions, causing the bluestone ground to instantly shatter inch by inch.

The blood-colored figure, which had been as fast as lightning, was bounced away at an even faster speed. It crashed heavily into the wall, spilling large amounts of blood, and the person himself became a bloody mess.

Yet that golden protective shield still stood in its place, not even stirring up the slightest ripple.

"How could it be like this?" Falling heavily to the ground from the wall, a terrifying rebounding force raged frantically within his body, making his already rapidly consuming life like a candle in the wind, seemingly ready to dissipate at any moment.

Waves of unbearable, intense pain struck, making even his consciousness blur. He wanted to struggle to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, even moving slightly became exceptionally difficult.

He did not understand; he had even used his final desperate secret technique, so how could he have lost? He was unwilling, and could not accept it—how could it be like this!

"You thought you could win, but in the end, you lost—lost completely!" Walking up, Shen Yu looked down coldly at the other party; such a person was not worth the slightest pity.

It was precisely to make you feel despair when you were at your most arrogant and thought you would succeed!

"You, you!" Staring coldly at the face before him, he reached out his hand, wanting to grab something, but he could not even lift his arm. Having just lifted it a little, it fell heavily again, his consciousness seemingly having completely blurred and dissipated!

"Dead?" After checking carefully, Shen Yu finally confirmed that the other party had completely lost his breath. Dying so easily was letting him off too lightly!

Looking up at Liang Ruyue, who was hanging in mid-air, Shen Yu waved his hand gently, and a sharp Sword Qi flashed and vanished. The iron chains wrapped around him also snapped in response.

"Many thanks to the Lord for the rescue!" Climbing up from the ground, Liang Ruyue first thanked Shen Yu gratefully, then looked at the Zhen'an Earl with some hesitation and worry.

"What is it?"

"This... Lord, this subordinate is thinking of a countermeasure. This person is, after all, an Earl. If he is killed just like this, I fear..."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Which eye of yours saw me make a move? I clearly didn't move an inch from beginning to end. No matter how the Zhen'an Earl attacked or how presumptuous he was, I was always restraining myself and never once fought back from start to finish!"

"In the end, it was clearly he himself who made the move; he used a desperate secret technique and killed himself. What does that have to do with me?"

"What? He killed himself?" Looking up at the other party, he found it hard to imagine such a shameless statement coming from the mouth of a Prefect. However, Liang Ruyue reacted quickly and immediately nodded in agreement.

"The Lord is right. This subordinate can testify that the Lord did not move from beginning to end!"