Chapter 184

One night passed.

Early the next morning, disciples from the four sects in the valley, led by the two true heirs, quietly departed, each mounting numerous flying vessels and heading toward the location of the Spirit Herb Garden.

But after flying only halfway, continuous sonic booms erupted from the opposite horizon—dozens of disciples from the three demonic sects appeared, riding various flying artifacts.

Seeing this, the front-line Tian Shixiong raised his hand; the disciples of the four sects spread out in a single-file line and slowly advanced.

The numbers on both sides were nearly equal; two figures from the demonic side also flew forward, directly confronting Tian Shixiong and his companion.

"Kill!"

No one knew who shouted first, but instantly both sides unleashed their spells and artifacts simultaneously—vibrant, multicolored lights interwove and exploded into dazzling, brilliant radiance.

Their flight auras crossed, each finding an opponent to duel.

Wang Yu's companion, Wan Shan, let out a low roar, locked onto a Black Soul Sect disciple with a full beard, and unleashed a black iron cone artifact with murderous intent, charging straight at him.

Wang Yu's eyes glinted sharply—he immediately locked onto "Dai Zong."

This man stood out among the demonic disciples: a tall, ornate hat, a long emerald-green robe, and a massive black-and-red bear roaring before him, swatting away nearby artifacts and spells with a single palm.

At this moment, Dai Zong's gaze was fixed on Yue Lingshan, who was battling a Joy Palace matron; in his hand he held a green copper bottle, muttering incantations as a strange emerald-green aura shimmered around his body.

Within a ten-zhang radius around Dai Zong, no one dared approach—they all knew his poison arts showed no distinction between friend or foe.

Seeing this, Wang Yu flipped his hand, and a long, crimson-and-green blade appeared in his grip.

But at that instant, a white light shot from the hand of another male Joy Palace disciple nearby, crashing down upon him—within the white light, a faint black-and-white iron disc resembling a Bagua diagram could be seen.

Yet Wang Yu had already drawn a deep breath—his body suddenly swelled, then he exhaled a thick white mist, causing his upper torso to swell again, tearing his upper garments as a lifelike tiger head emerged from his back, while golden-yellow mist coiled along his arms, coalescing into a finely wrought arm guard.

"Boom!"

With his Breathing Art activated, Wang Yu's arm blurred—he struck the iron disc midair with a massive golden fist, instantly blasting it away.

Before the Joy Palace disciple could even react in shock, Wang Yu had already sheathed his blade at his waist, one hand gripping the hilt, his eyes glinting again, his arm thickening further as he chanted softly.

Qing-and-red spiritual patterns surfaced on his calves; a surge of qing-and-red light spiraled upward, forming a pair of glowing qing-and-red wheels beneath his feet.

"Whoosh!" Wang Yu vanished from his spot, and a faint voice echoed through the air: "Drawn Blade Technique."

The next instant, a brilliant blade of light slashed through the emerald aura.

Only then did Dai Zong realize his peril—but it was too late.

"Puff. Puff." Two golden shields flared to life on his body, but were instantly shattered and extinguished by the blade.

Two heads—man and beast—shot skyward, twin blood fountains spraying out; their headless bodies staggered, then tumbled from the air toward the ground.

Only then did Wang Yu reappear in the air behind him, his soles charred and a faint green mist hovering over his face.

He'd been poisoned in such a short time. No wonder Tian Shixiong and the other were so wary of Dai Zong?

Wang Yu felt his internal Qi slightly sluggish, his skin burning as if alive—something hot and sentient tried to pierce his protective "qi membrane" and burrow into his body. He was slightly alarmed.

Yet those nearby who witnessed Wang Yu's strike were all stunned.

The disciples of the Great Ming sect were merely delighted by Wang Yu's strength—he'd slain Dai Zong, the Poison Demon, with a single slash.

The demonic disciples, however, recoiled in terror, scrambling backward; an open space immediately formed around Wang Yu.

The Joy Palace disciple who had just attacked Wang Yu was so terrified he fled instantly, without a second thought.

At this moment, Wang Yu pulled several talismans from his body and slapped them onto himself—various purifying and dispelling lights and elixirs flared up; his soles healed instantly, the toxins on his skin were washed away, and after circulating his Qi a few times, his internal discomfort vanished completely.

He scanned the battlefield, taking in the situation at a glance.

The two battles involving the true heirs, whether intentional or not, were both taking place high above.

One site: half a pale blue water curtain, half rolling black mist.

From within the pale blue water curtain, thick tentacles repeatedly surged forth, smashing toward the opposite side.

Within the black mist, a colossal white-bone skeleton flickered in and out, wielding two massive bone blades while spewing strange white flames, slashing furiously at the tentacles and the pale blue barrier.

At the other site, a white-robed woman summoned a giant sword case, from which countless dense, emerald sword shadows erupted, stabbing and slashing wildly at her opponent.

Opposite her, the Joy Palace matron had vanished into a vast cloud of pink mist, yet alluring female figures occasionally flickered within it, accompanied by sultry, breathy moans that made men blush and lose control of their thoughts.

Elsewhere, the ordinary disciples fought fiercely, with artifacts and spells flying everywhere—but most engagements remained deadlocked, unable to determine a victor anytime soon.

Wang Yu's gaze flickered to the bearded man controlling a flying knife, his body wrapped in a faint green bamboo-armor illusion, locked in fierce combat with Wan Shan.

To Wang Yu's surprise, the Black Soul Sect bearded man's face turned ashen—he suddenly abandoned his flying knife and turned to flee.

This stunned Wang Yu, who had just been about to act.

Wan Shan, his opponent, was equally stunned.

At that moment, a ripple appeared in the air behind Wang Yu—a furry, massive foot shot out from the void and kicked toward his back with lightning speed.

But Wang Yu blurred instantly, spinning around and punching with his golden-armored arm—striking the furry foot dead-on.

"Boom."

A giant monkey staggered out of the void, stepping on air as it retreated several steps backward.

Wang Yu's body also shot backward five or six zhang with a "whoosh," then flipped midair to regain his stance, hovering suspended with white aura swirling around him.

At the same moment, on the other side, a slender, jade-green sword adorned with talismans appeared silently beside Yue Lingshan and slipped toward her.