Chapter 464: The Might of the Fire Blade

Around his arm, dozens of fist-sized red spiritual runes appeared like stars, totaling ninety-eight, faintly forming a pattern centered on the arm, resembling the law rune diagram in Wang Yu’s spiritual sea.

Within the shadowy pattern, the numerous spiritual rune shadows flickered erratically, dazzling the eyes and even inducing dizziness upon close gaze.

The next instant, a sharp hiss.

A thick red beam shot skyward from his arm, swirling and condensing high above before transforming into a colossal blade over ten zhang long, with the arm as its hilt.

Though the red blade was initially indistinct, upon its appearance, countless threads of fire spiritual energy surged from the surrounding void, flooding like a tide into the blade’s body.

Within mere breaths, the once-blurry blade became clear and solid, glowing with brilliant light, radiating staggering heat that dyed half the sky a deep crimson.

“Ninety-Eight Spiritual Rune Technique”

The opposite long-haired youth, who had remained expressionless until now, suddenly widened his eyes in terror upon seeing the number of flickering runes near Wang Yu’s arm, exclaiming in shock.

But he immediately recovered, slapping his waist in haste, pulling out a thick stack of talismans and blindly slapping them all over his body.

The next instant, multicolored light barriers flared to life around him—seven or eight layers deep, mostly first-tier protective spells, but one layer distinctly thicker and brighter: a second-tier water-element defense spell.

Simultaneously, the black sand clouds above churned downward, forming a layer of black sand curtain as the outermost shield.

The triangular token’s shield, its twenty-plus blue inscriptions flashing, suddenly surfaced with a thick layer of crystalline ice, instantly swelling the shield’s size several times over.

Wang Yu, witnessing the opponent’s actions, merely curled his lips slightly, shook his arm, and the white fire serpent coiling around his body and the white sun above his head both exploded into rolling white flames, surging toward the giant blade.

“Hum”

The once entirely crimson giant blade hummed, its flame waves shifting into a strange red-and-white hue.

“Go”

Wang Yu uttered no further hesitation, and the blade’s hilt—formed from his arm—crashed downward toward the long-haired youth.

The giant blade, wreathed in red-and-white flames, slashed toward the opposite side.

“Ha!”

The opposing Miao Feng, without a moment’s delay, formed hand seals and roared aloud.

The black sand curtain enveloping his body rolled and transformed into a gale of black wind, charging toward the red-and-white blade—seen from afar, like a black dragon with bared fangs and claws surging skyward.

A thunderous explosion rang out.

As the blade met the black dragon, a mushroom-shaped cloud of red-and-white fire erupted between them, rolling heat waves sweeping outward like a blooming red-and-white sun, instantly vaporizing nearby sand and gravel.

The entire black dragon shattered instantly, losing more than half its form.

“Puff”

The red-and-white blade emerged from the fire cloud and plunged downward again.

The entire area below was instantly engulfed in terrifying heat; the air warped and blurred, the river surface glowing entirely red and white, the water churning violently as countless fish and shrimp floated belly-up to the surface.

The light barriers below flickered erratically.

Even the massive crystalline shield formed from the triangular token showed signs of its thick ice layer melting.

No good!

The long-haired youth felt the air searing like flame, unable to breathe normally; seeing this, his pupils contracted, and without thought, he crushed a yellow talisman hidden in his sleeve—a last-resort survival charm.

A deafening boom erupted from the river below; the water split open at its center, spewing forth a massive yellow object that struck the falling red-and-white blade with lightning speed.

The blade’s descent wavered slightly, halting for the first time midair.

It was a mountain-like earth-yellow spike, erupting directly from the riverbed, piercing the red-and-white blade with pinpoint accuracy!

On the surface of the colossal spike, over fifty yellow inscriptions, each the size of a human head, vibrated furiously, straining desperately.

Seeing this, the long-haired youth exhaled in relief—but before he could speak, Wang Yu, whose arm had already descended, lowered it once more, just slightly.

“Hum.”

The red-and-white blade trembled in its hum, its surface brimming with dense red-and-white runes; then all runes glowed and flowed, and at its center, a faint crystalline light coalesced.

The giant blade sank again; the colossal earth spike beneath it groaned, its surface inscriptions exploding one after another.

“Brother Zhang, save me!”

The long-haired youth, frantically pouring spiritual energy into the giant spike, suddenly felt a terrifying spiritual force lock onto him—he turned pale, abandoned all caution, and screamed.

“Stop!”

A strange, aged voice rang out from the high sky beside them; a cluster of blue light emerged from the same void and plummeted swiftly, seemingly intending to shield the long-haired youth.

Wang Yu, unmoved, retracted his arm and suddenly clenched his five fingers as if gripping an invisible blade, then swept it forward, uttering a single word: “Cut.”

“Swoosh.”

A crystalline streak erupted from the blade’s center, slicing through the yellow spike like lightning before striking the layers of light barriers below.

“Sizzle”

Before the crystalline streak, the layered barriers shattered like eggshells; the streak flashed past, then struck the triangular crystalline shield.

With a sharp “clang,” the massive crystal shield split cleanly in two; the crystalline streak vanished instantly.

The next instant, a flash of light appeared several feet behind the long-haired youth; a two-chi-long crystalline blade materialized, trailing a string of blood droplets.

Its shape matched the original giant blade exactly, its surface covered in dense red-and-white runes, which immediately exploded and shattered; the fragments scattered with the wind, vanishing without a trace.

The long-haired youth’s face twisted in shock and fury, but his body froze rigid—a thin red line appeared on his forehead, extending downward to his torso.

“Puch!” His body split cleanly along the red line, two halves tumbling from the sky.

The blue light cluster finally reached the spot, paused briefly, then transformed into a fist-sized, glowing blue pearl, seemingly bewildered.

“Friend, if you’ve been watching from the sidelines all along, why interfere now in my duel with Brother Miao?”

Wang Yu finally retracted his arm and turned his head toward the high sky from which the blue pearl had emerged, speaking calmly.

Simultaneously, the giant blade vanished in a flash; the colossal earth spike rising from the river split cleanly in two and collapsed with a thunderous crash.