Chapter 216: Zhu Wuyan

The blurry blood shadow flew out two zhang away. After a spin, it stood firm again without a single hair harmed, looking at Wang Yu with some shock and suspicion.

Wang Yu also retracted his fist and leg, looking at the figure within the blurry blood light with equal dread in his heart.

What exactly was going on with the opponent's body? It was one thing to ignore the attacks of the Wind-Fire Chant, but for his own forceful kick to pass right through the opponent's body as if it were truly formless—that was simply too exaggerated.

The punch just now, wrapped in Golden Yang baleful Qi, had taken effect, but the sensation upon hitting the opponent's face was deeply wrong, as if striking a thick surface of water; more than half of the attack's power had been dissipated.

Just then, the blurry blood-colored figure seemed unable to believe it had truly been struck. After a blur of its body, it pounced over again, transformed into a faint shadow.

But this time, Wang Yu took a rapid, deep breath and let out a low shout. His body suddenly expanded by a circle, and with a flip of one hand, a green-red long saber appeared in his grasp.

He merely flicked his wrist.

Instantly, a whistling sound of tearing air arrived. Dense, overlapping green-red saber shadows emerged before him, then flashed and vanished, sweeping over the blurry blood-colored figure like a great net.

The blood shadow remained unscathed. Instead, after a blur, it arrived once more before Wang Yu, arms wide open, a ferocious expression on its face as it lunged to embrace him.

Wang Yu's pupils constricted. The long saber in his hand vanished, and he flicked both arms.

The next moment, sharp whistling sounds erupted in the nearby void. Dense, overlapping pale-gold fist shadows emerged before him, bombarding the blood-colored figure like a rainstorm.

The blood-colored figure's body suddenly radiated intense blood light, and circles of blood-colored halos rippled outward. The pale-gold fist shadows, upon striking them, flickered and dissipated one after another, failing to exert the slightest bit of power.

"Haha!"

Seeing this, the blood-colored figure laughed wildly. Its body blurred once more, and carrying circles of flickering red halos, its arms embraced forward again.

A crystalline light flashed in Wang Yu's eyes. Instead of retreating, he stepped half a pace forward. The pale-gold mist outside his golden armor rolled forward, and the pale-gold baleful Qi collided instantly with the blood-colored halos, emitting a "Zhi-la" sound similar to metal grinding.

The blood-colored figure felt a tremendous, booming force coming from the opposite side, as if it were about to be forcefully pushed away. It immediately snorted, and with one hand forming a seal, its originally blurry body became solid and clear. It also stepped half a pace forward instead of retreating.

"Boom—"

Two tremendous forces erupted between Wang Yu and the blood-colored figure. On one side, pale-gold mist boiled and rolled; on the other, blood-colored halos spun crazily.

At such close range, Wang Yu finally saw the opponent's appearance clearly.

The revealed blurry blood-colored figure was actually a strange person wearing a blood-colored robe. Every part of their body exposed to the air was shriveled flesh stripped of skin. Even the entire head and facial features lacked a single inch of intact skin. It looked terrifying and ferocious, almost impossible to look at directly.

Wang Yu was someone who had weathered many storms, but seeing the opponent's demonic appearance, his hair stood on end. For a moment, he did not know how to describe the opponent.

"Hehe, seeing me like this, you're afraid, aren't you? It doesn't matter. Once I take you down, I will peel your skin off bit by bit, making you look just like me. That way, you won't be afraid anymore." The blood-colored freak seemed to see something in Wang Yu's face, a flash of madness crossing its eyes as it emitted a low, strange laugh.

Then, it suddenly stepped forward another half pace. Its body became bright red like blood, and circles of blood-colored halos surged outward like a tide. A more terrifying power erupted from the blood-colored halos.

After Wang Yu's expression shifted slightly, he exhaled a breath. A vast, white wave of Qi rolled out, and his upper body expanded wildly, bursting through his clothes to reveal the lifelike tiger-head pattern on his back. It rapidly turned a pale-gold color, and an equally terrifying power erupted from his body, bombarding the opponent along with the pale-gold mist.

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering loud noise.

The two figures, after the pale-gold mist and blood-colored halos exploded simultaneously, each stumbled back a few steps in the void and separated.

Before the blood-colored freak could stand steady, it pointed a finger at Wang Yu in the void. The finger suddenly turned pitch-black, exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and a black ray shot toward Wang Yu at an indescribable speed, flashing and vanishing.

At the same time, before Wang Yu could stop his retreat, he flipped one hand, and two dark-green flying knives appeared between his fingers. After a roll of red light on the blade surfaces, his arms suddenly thickened by a circle, and he flicked his wrists fiercely.

"Sou!" "Sou!"

The two dark-green flying knives vanished from between his fingers.

"Peng!"

"Pu!" "Pu!"

Wang Yu only felt a heat in his chest as a pitch-black finger slammed fiercely into the golden armor covering his body, causing the armor's surface to shatter instantly. It then struck the "Qi membrane" beneath the armor and exploded into a cloud of black blood mist.

Wang Yu's body, which had not yet stood steady, could not help but retreat another step before regaining his footing. He hurriedly looked down at his chest in shock and anger.

He saw a large hole torn in the chest of the golden armor, and a cluster of black blood threads was inside, struggling desperately to burrow into his chest like a living creature, only to be blocked by the thick, transparent "Qi membrane" below.

On the other side, after a muffled grunt, the blood-colored freak had a dark-green flying knife embedded in its forehead and throat, respectively. Where the two knives were inserted, the dark-green virulent poison rapidly spread, turning the nearby flesh the same color.

"Good means, to actually be able to take my Black Spirit Finger."

The blood-colored freak showed no panic. Instead, its expression suddenly calmed as it offered praise. Moving both arms, it pulled the two flying knives out directly and tossed them onto the ground below.

Then, it reached back and grabbed at its wounds, forcefully tearing off a large chunk of dark-green flesh from each. After a roll of the blood-colored halos on its body, new flesh rapidly grew from the two bloody wounds, scarring over and recovering as before in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's expression shifted slightly. He formed a seal with one hand, and red light emerged on his body, rolling toward his chest and turning into raging flames, reducing the black blood threads above to ash. Only then did he look at the blood-colored freak with renewed solemnity.

"It seems I underestimated you. You are now qualified to leave your name before me before you die. This Venerable One is Zhu Wuyan, the third true disciple of the Moluo Sect, destined to become a Golden Core ancestral elder in the future." The blood-colored freak tilted its neck while stepping on the void, stretched its limbs, and then spoke calmly to Wang Yu.