Chapter 1484: Sneak Attack Me?

He stumbled back a full ten meters before steadying his footing, and the bluestone beneath his feet was shattered quite a bit by his retreating steps.

After a few sharp breaths to steady his form, Zhenwu's face flushed slightly red; he raised his head and muttered, "Are you Dharma Cultivators all this shameless? Sneak attacks?"

"This doesn't count as a sneak attack; we already said we were starting," Chen Yu laughed. "Besides, as an elder, shouldn't you be generous enough to let me have a few moves?"

"Fine, fine brat, you've taken being despicable and shameless to the extreme. Since that's the case, I won't be polite anymore." Zhenwu sneered, his form flickering as he instantly transformed into a black shadow and lunged at Chen Yu.

Clenching his right fist, which was covered in scales, he gathered his demonic power and struck at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu dared not be negligent; after all, the guy in front of him was a Demon Cultivator. He struck back with a punch, and his Primordial Qi collided with the Demonic Qi on the guy's fist.

With a hum, a powerful shockwave shot into the sky, spreading to the surroundings with the two of them as the center.

Swish... The exotic purple bamboo nearby, hard as steel, was snapped in half in an instant, and countless purple bamboo stalks were swept up by the storm, slowly rotating around the two of them.

After clashing with that punch, Chen Yu retreated a few steps, brought his hands together, and countless bamboo stalks floated to his side before attacking the opponent with the sound of tearing air.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—the countless purple bamboo stalks whistled away. Since the True Martial Demonic Body was already formed, these bamboo stalks could not harm him in the slightest; furthermore, he had a layer of protective Demonic Qi around him, and the bamboo was deflected away before it could even reach him.

Chen Yu grabbed with his right hand, catching a purple bamboo stalk, then stepped forward and pointed the stalk in his hand forward.

Zhenwu sneered and attacked with a palm strike.

Chen Yu loosened his hand, and the purple bamboo left his grip; carrying his Original Power, it met Zhenwu's palm.

With a pfft, Zhenwu's palm was actually pierced through by the purple bamboo.

His form flickered as he retreated several steps, a bloody hole appearing in his palm.

Zhenwu looked up at Chen Yu in astonishment; he had not expected Chen Yu to possess such strong power, which made him feel it was somewhat inconceivable.

"I didn't expect you to actually be able to hurt me?" Zhenwu muttered. "Apologies, I underestimated the enemy just now."

"I told you, you haven't left the Purple Bamboo Forest for too long, so you really should go out and see," Chen Yu said somewhat helplessly. "Two sixty-year cycles have passed, and this world has undergone earth-shaking changes."

"Heh, I'll thank you for your kindness, but I really don't need it." Zhenwu stared at Chen Yu. "From here on out, I'm going to start getting serious."

His pierced palm was wrapped in a layer of black energy; as he slowly rotated his hand, the black energy enveloped it, and a moment later, his injured palm slowly healed.

"From here on out, I'm going to get serious too." Chen Yu smiled, and as he grabbed with his right hand, Lichen appeared in his palm.

"I said it before, unless it is a divine weapon, my body cannot be harmed." Zhenwu stared at Chen Yu and smiled.

"In fact, I just used a bamboo stalk to pierce your palm," Chen Yu said with a faint smile.

"The scales on my body are not something you can break through." Kun Wu shook his head slightly. "The scales on my palm were condensed from demonic power, and they cannot be compared to those on my body."

"As long as you're happy, you can say whatever you want," Chen Yu said with a faint smile. "Besides, do you really think the sword in my hand can't hurt you?"

"The sword in your hand is Lichen?" Kun Wu stared at the sword in Chen Yu's hand, finally moved for a moment.

The Seven Imperial Spirit Weapons, Lichen—he had heard of it long before he came to the Purple Bamboo Forest. This was no ordinary sword; the sword in Chen Yu's hand already possessed spirituality.

"That's right, it is indeed the Seven Imperial Spirit Weapon, Lichen. The reason it is called a Spirit Weapon is because it already possesses spirituality, so it cannot be compared to an ordinary Dharma Artifact; it is already considered a Spirit Tool." Chen Yu said, "Do you think the sword in my hand can or cannot sever your Demon Body?"

Zhenwu said nothing; he stared fixedly at Chen Yu, then let out a long breath and said, "Fine, this time I'll count it as me underestimating the enemy; this sword can indeed hurt me."

"So are we still fighting?" Chen Yu said with a faint smile. "The two of us have no deep hatred, and you are a Demon Cultivator; if I am lucky enough to win, I will not show mercy."

"Are you going to kill me?" Zhenwu stared at Chen Yu and said disdainfully, "No one can take this life of mine except for myself."

"Then I'll have to try. I'm not trying to kill you; I just purely want to chop off your head." Chen Yu frowned slightly. "I can tell that your hands are stained with the blood of innocent people; if I let you leave, you will kill more people in the future."

"What a joke. Even the seniors of Yunlu Abode have no way to deal with this Moju of mine; do you really think you can sever my head?" Zhenwu sneered.

"Based on this Lichen in my hand, I think I can." Chen Yu smiled faintly. "Shall we continue?"

"Don't be in such a rush, let me take out my weapon." Zhenwu smiled; he reached his hand behind his back with difficulty, then slowly drew a Blood Blade from his back.

Chen Yu was startled. This Blood Blade was not very long, but it had been hidden within his flesh and blood, stabbed into his back. As he slowly drew the Blood Blade from his back, his entire aura changed slightly.

The Blood Blade in his hand seemed to have imbued him with life, bringing his whole person to life. He stroked the Blood Blade in his hand and muttered, "This blade is named Blood Drink."

"It was forged from deep-sea iron, and thirty-six souls are locked within it. These souls were condensed from thirty-six so-called righteous Dharma Cultivators I slaughtered; after many years of my cultivation, they have become Demonic Souls."

Kun Wu's hand slowly stroked the blade, and he laughed heartily. "These thirty-six Demonic Souls should be enough to give you a hard time."

"Blood Drink..." Chen Yu's brows locked tightly. "Hiding a blade in one's body and nourishing it with fresh blood—this is the first time I've seen such a method. You really have your ways."

"Heh, this is my own unique creation. This blade of mine has no spirituality, but having been nourished by my own flesh and blood for two sixty-year cycles, it is already in tune with my thoughts. It has no spirituality, only a killing nature. You are already quite good, young man; you actually managed to force me to bring out Blood Drink. I ask you, in this world, who else can do this?"

"Then should I feel honored?" Chen Yu glanced at him sideways, then smiled faintly. "Regardless, I should still thank you for giving me such a high evaluation. Let's not talk nonsense; let's begin."