Chapter 723: You Only Have One Chance to Strike

"It's him!? How did he appear?"

Ye Nanhai and the middle-aged Daoist naturally recognized that the person before them was Yu Liancheng.

Especially the middle-aged Daoist; he had once crossed paths with Yu Liancheng while utilizing five volumes of the Heavenly Book, only to be heavily wounded by him afterward, and thus possessed a profound understanding of the strength of the person before him.

"Didn't Book Saint Wang and the Butcher go to intercept him? Both of them are powerhouses above the Five Realms, especially the Butcher, who is a monster that has survived the Eternal Night. Even if the two of them were no match for Yu Liancheng, they should at least have been able to stall him for a time, wait..."

The middle-aged Daoist suddenly realized, looking toward the massive figure that had previously crashed into the Daodian; if it wasn't the Butcher, then who was it?

Only, at this moment, the Butcher's clothes were shredded, there was a fist print on his chest, and his sternum had almost collapsed. His massive body trembled incessantly, like a mountain in an earthquake. His breathing was rapid and chaotic, just like a dilapidated old bellows being constantly pulled by its master; his aura was weak, and he vomited blood repeatedly, clearly having suffered heavy injuries.

If the Butcher had reached such a state, then Book Saint Wang was likely in an even more miserable condition, perhaps even beaten to death alive.

"Cough, cough, Hongyu greets the Master."

Ye Hongyu braced against her injuries and bowed to Yu Liancheng.

Yet her body swayed, and had Yu Liancheng not caught her by the arms, she would likely have stumbled to the ground.

"Hongyu has brought shame to the Master."

Ye Hongyu lowered her head, her long hair hanging down to cover her pale cheeks.

In her heart, she had already come to view Yu Liancheng as a teacher-like existence.

"The one who brought shame is not you, but the three fellows who attacked you. Bullying the few with the many, bullying the small with the big. But it doesn't matter, I will make a move,"

Yu Liancheng channeled majestic and gentle True Qi into Ye Hongyu's body, causing that pale complexion to gradually become rosy, then shifted his gaze to look at Ye Nanhai and the middle-aged Daoist, smiling slightly: "You make your move first, because once I make my move, you will have no opportunity to attack. Therefore, you only have one chance to strike."

"Don't talk big."

Ye Nanhai let out a cold snort.

His Daoist robe seemed to ignite, and his entire person seemed to be burning as well.

He cultivated the Xiling Divine Art of the highest God, and at this moment, he was burning the purest Haotian Divine Brilliance.

Having already stepped above the Five Realms, Ye Nanhai was in high spirits; even knowing that the person before him was not easy to deal with, he felt no fear.

The Haotian Divine Brilliance condensed into a bright phoenix, spreading its magnificent wings, letting out a cry, and pouncing toward Yu Liancheng.

The Daodian was flooded with light, the temperature rose abruptly, those tables and chairs carved with intricate patterns instantly turned to ash, and the white wall tiles melted the moment the fire phoenix swept past.

The middle-aged Daoist had a grave expression, his hands quickly forming seals to condense a sword of light.

Only, this sword of light exuded a chilling coldness, as if it had been drawn from ten thousand years of ice.

Whoosh! The sword of light flew close to the ground; wherever it passed, layers of chilling white mist surged from the ground, condensing into blocks of ice crystals.

The fire phoenix stirred up a scorching hot wind, while the sword of light was bone-chillingly cold. The two appeared diametrically opposed, yet both belonged to the light, complementing each other, and their power was actually raised to a higher level. As for the entire Daodian, it was a world of nine heavens of heat and cold.

Yu Liancheng swept his sleeve through the air, and before him seemed to form a portal like a vortex, swallowing everything around it like a black hole, filled with a majestic pulling force, as if even the light could be sucked into it.

And the fire phoenix and the sword of light were no exception, casting themselves toward the vortex. A fair, slender palm reached out from the vortex, and with a casual grab, caused the fire phoenix and the sword of light to collapse and shatter.

The full-force attacks of two powerhouses above the Five Realms were resolved just like that.

"You have made your move, so... it is my turn."

Yu Liancheng opened his palm, covering the sky as he enveloped the two.

The three stood dozens of feet apart, but Yu Liancheng's attack seemed to ignore the distance of space, and the palm momentum was so vast that it actually enclosed both of them within it.

At the same time as he struck, a strange ripple simultaneously invaded the minds of the two.

The two immediately sensed it, suddenly feeling as if this hand had descended from the vast firmament, generated from cloud vapor, vast and mighty, obscuring who knows how many thousands or tens of thousands of miles, grabbing toward them.

Based on the combat experience of the middle-aged Daoist and Ye Nanhai, they naturally knew that this was all the work of an illusion, similar to a Mind Master's mental attack, but the feeling was truly too real, and no matter how they drove their Mind Power, they could not break the environment before them. Watching the vast hand drawing closer, the two could not help but tremble in terror.

The great hand swept casually.

It was as if crushing two insignificant ants; the two instantly exploded, turning into blood mist that dissipated.

And in the white Daodian, the middle-aged Daoist and Ye Nanhai had blood-red eyes, let out a shrill, mournful wail, spat out blood, stumbled two steps, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"I said, if I make a move, you will have no opportunity to strike." Yu Liancheng looked at his own slender, perfect palm and sighed softly.

In this world, attacking the opponent's sea of consciousness with mental Mind Power is a common method.

And Yu Liancheng's Startling God Dao, after absorbing the cultivation system of this world, had reached an almost bizarre and unfathomable level, turning the false into the real.

Whatever damage is caused in the illusion can even be manifested in the real world. Deceiving the spirit is equivalent to deceiving the flesh.

"Yu Liancheng, take another blade from me."

The Butcher, who had been regulating his breath and healing his wounds, suddenly roared, drew his meat cleaver, and slashed toward Yu Liancheng.

This blade poured in the Butcher's terrifying cultivation of over ten thousand years, yet there was no whistling blade light or terrifying scene of mountain-toppling seas. It was just that a layer of red light faintly shimmered on the blade's edge, and wherever the blade passed, black cracks were carved into the void.

Yu Liancheng stood composed, his expression calm.

His five fingers rotated, he suddenly clenched his fist, and swung it.

The fist was like a Divine Mountain, majestic as the might of Heaven.

The fist collided with the blade light; after a moment of stagnation, waves of majestic and vast force surged out in all directions, the entire Taoshan began to shake, and Ye Hongyu felt her scalp go numb, retreating repeatedly, forced to circulate her energy to resist.

"Watch out behind you." Ye Hongyu's expression suddenly changed.

Whoosh!

The moment Yu Liancheng caught the Butcher's blade, a figure suddenly appeared behind Yu Liancheng.

The person arriving carried a wine gourd in his hand, looking quite carefree, but his strike was sharp and ruthless, with killing intent overflowing.

He drew a sword from the gourd and fiercely stabbed toward Yu Liancheng's back.

The person arriving was the Drunkard.

The Drunkard and the Butcher had accompanied each other for over ten thousand years; the relationship between the two was closer and more familiar than that of so-called lovers, brothers, or father and son.

When the Butcher sensed the Drunkard's aura, he poured his remaining cultivation into that blade to provide an opportunity for the Drunkard.

And the Drunkard naturally would not miss this opportunity.

Thus, there was the scene before them.

"Perhaps, there is no need for that little girl at all."

The drunkard was overjoyed, but his expression immediately froze.

The sword tip pierced through the black garment and struck his skin, then emitted a "ding" sound of metal clashing against Iron, unable to advance even half an inch further.

"Are you scratching an itch for me?"

Yu Liancheng turned his head and looked coldly at the drunkard.

For some reason, the drunkard, an old monster who had lived for ten thousand years, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

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PS: This volume is almost finished. The next volume should be mainly based on the 03 A Chinese Ghost Story, which is the Profound Heart Sect, the Yinyue Dynasty, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art. I originally thought about Nine Cauldrons Record, but it doesn't seem to suit me.