Chapter 227

At this moment, the white jade flying boat silently arrived above the emerald wooden boat, shrouded in a greenish aura.

Wang Yu, holding the green long knife in one hand and stretching his limbs, flipped the knife and sheathed it at his waist, then gripped the hilt with one hand, formed a hand seal with the other, and muttered incantations under his breath.

Blue and red light auras surfaced on his legs, faintly coalescing into one red and one blue light wheel above each foot.

He let out a low roar, and his figure vanished from the white jade flying boat, transforming into a streak of blue-red light that shot downward.

The disciples of the Joyful Palace below had clearly not anticipated an attack at this moment; a brilliant slash of knife-light flashed through the crowd, and three heads—two women and one man—shot skyward in succession.

Only then did Wang Yu's blurred figure materialize behind the three headless bodies.

"Attack!"

The eldest female disciple of the Joyful Palace was the first to react; she screamed, and without hesitation, shook her sleeve, where white light flickered—as if about to release a magical artifact.

But Wang Yu merely bent his body slightly, then leapt sideways like a wild wolf, instantly conjuring six or seven distinct afterimages.

All the afterimages simultaneously swung their blue-red long knives, slashing fiercely toward the elder woman.

The elder woman gasped in terror; white light surged from her sleeve, forming a massive white shield that blocked her entire front.

Almost simultaneously, another afterimage silently flipped down from above, and with a blur of motion, its long knife vanished—replaced by a fist wrapped in golden gauntlets, driving forward with a gale-force punch.

"No!"

The elder woman had ample combat experience; without turning, she knew she was attacked from behind. Too late to pivot, she crushed a yellow talisman hidden in her sleeve.

A soft "puff."

A yellow light shield, the size of a washbasin, instantly appeared behind her head, just in time to block the golden fist.

Two sounds rang out: "Boom!" "Crash!"

The yellow shield shattered under the punch, and the woman's head exploded like a watermelon.

Wang Yu, with his Black Tiger Fiend Body activated, possessed terrifying strength; not even a true rank-defensive artifact could likely withstand this punch, let alone a mere defense talisman.

The moment Wang Yu appeared, he caught them off guard and killed three Joyful Palace disciples at once.

The others finally reacted in shock and fury.

Two male disciples, enraged, raised their hands and hurled a red great seal; it grew to several feet wide in the wind and slammed down toward their heads.

Another male disciple formed a hand seal with one hand, opened his mouth, and spat out a dense hail of silver needles, each as fine as cowhairs, streaking toward Wang Yu's face.

The two female disciples moved at once, each summoning a silver short blade in hand, lunging toward the two captives on the wooden boat, intending to seize a hostage first, then threaten the seemingly brutal enemy before them.

But at that instant, a speck of red light shot down from above, flashing once to become a faint red great bell's phantom, enveloping Zhou Chu and the handsome young man beneath it.

The two women exchanged startled glances; one chanted incantations, her short blade transforming into a silver greatsword taller than a man, slashing wildly at the giant bell's phantom.

The other raised her hand toward the sky; a pink silk scarf unfurled, becoming countless pink peach blossom phantoms that shot upward in a dense barrage.

A soft "puff."

Under the impact of the peach blossom phantoms, the white jade flying boat, shrouded in greenish aura, reappeared above.

On the flying boat, Ximen Mei held a hand seal, activating her Xiao Mi Yun Flag to protect the vessel beneath, ignoring entirely the giant bell phantom being violently slashed below—clearly confident in its defensive power.

On the other side, Wang Yu roared, spread his five fingers, and slapped upward at the falling red seal; a golden handprint phantom shot from his palm, striking the black seal's underside.

A thunderous crash.

The black seal, under the force of the blow, shot straight into the sky.

At that moment, the cowhair-like needles rained down upon him.

But before Wang Yu's face, golden mist rolled over, deflecting every needle, producing a crisp sound like rain on a bamboo fence, each one bouncing away.

The two male disciples were horrified; they tried to activate other techniques, but Wang Yu had already struck again.

He drew a deep breath; his arm holding the blue-red long knife swelled visibly, and he hurled the blade with all his might toward one of the male disciples.

At such close range, the disciple saw only a flash of cold light—his chest was pierced clean through by the blue-red blade; the pale white soft-armor beneath his clothes offered no resistance. He screamed and collapsed, blood gushing from the gaping wound.

The other male disciple, terrified beyond reason, pulled several talismans from his sleeve and slapped them onto his body; layers of colorful light shields flared across his skin. He leapt instantly from the wooden boat, aiming to fly away.

But Wang Yu stomped the ground with one foot, flipped end-over-end through the air, conjuring multiple afterimages in succession, blurred once—and appeared directly above the last male disciple, bringing his palm down.

"Boom!"

A three-foot-long pale-gold giant handprint phantom slammed onto the unprepared disciple's head.

The layers of light shields flickered a few times, then shattered like fireworks; his skull was crushed inward by the force, his body collapsing. His hand had just pulled a silver small Dao from his sleeve—his headless corpse tumbled helplessly from the sky.

Wang Yu twisted his waist and landed steadily in the nearby air, his gaze turning to the last two female disciples on the flying boat.

At this time, the green wooden boat had long since stopped, as no one had infused it with cultivation energy to activate it.

The two female disciples, having previously launched several attacks with their artifacts—none of which could harm the giant bell's phantom or the white jade boat protected by the Xiao Mi Cloud Banner—now saw their last two male companions swiftly slaughtered by this terrifying enemy, and their spirits nearly fled their bodies.

The two women each let out a sharp cry, simultaneously pulling a pink jade pendant from their bosoms and crushing it outright; it instantly transformed into two pink orbs that shot skyward at incredible speed, vanishing seven or eight zhang away in a flash, ready to escape.

"Wang Yu, don't let either of them get away."

Xi Men Mei on the white jade boat, seeing this, cried out anxiously to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's expressionless face turned slightly as he flipped his hand, two shimmering silver willow-leaf daggers appearing in his grasp; he exhaled lightly, then flicked his wrist.