nashuaworldcup Chapter 390 Suppression
Chapter 390 Suppression
"Bloodlust Frenzy!" With another furious roar from Master Youyue, his body underwent a startling transformation. His form rapidly expanded, instantly growing a full size larger than before. His muscles bulged, becoming as hard as steel; veins bulged like earthworms, slithering across his skin, appearing extremely ferocious and terrifying. At this moment, Master Youyue had transformed into a fearsome, bloodthirsty demon god, radiating boundless pressure and malevolent energy.
In an instant, a terrifying, overwhelming pressure, seemingly capable of crushing the heavens and earth, surged forth from his seemingly frail body like a tidal wave. This pressure, like a raging torrent, spread wildly outwards from him.
The once arrogant disciples of Youming Valley were now utterly terrified, their faces ashen. Their eyes widened, and they involuntarily retreated, as if facing a demon from the depths of hell. The scene before them was simply too shocking; they had never seen the usually mysterious and unfathomable Youyue Zhenren display such a terrifying demeanor.
The once deep and calm eyes of Master Youyue had turned bloodshot, flashing with a fierce light, like those of a raging beast. He roared, "Boy, prepare to die!" Before his words had even finished, his figure shot out like an arrow, carrying an incomparably sharp momentum, and pounced straight towards Xu Nian.
Master Youyue moved with lightning speed, closing in on Xu Nian in the blink of an eye. Then, the muscles in his right arm bulged, veins popping, and his fist, as big as a cooking pot, unleashed a devastating punch. A deafening roar erupted, the air shattering as if a thunderclap had suddenly struck from the heavens.
The force of the punch swept past, causing the ground to crack and split, leaving behind a series of shocking, massive fissures stretching for dozens of meters. Even the towering trees nearby couldn't withstand the powerful impact, collapsing with a deafening roar and raising clouds of dust. This earth-shattering punch, imbued with the lifelong cultivation and full power of True Immortal Youyue, was powerful enough to level a small, cloud-piercing mountain.
However, Xu Nian, facing this terrifying attack that could be described as the end of the world, showed no sign of panic. He merely glanced at it sideways, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible contemptuous smile.
He slowly raised his hand, extending one long, strong finger with a movement as gentle as a breeze across a lake. Yet, in that seemingly casual gesture, he gently pointed his finger forward.
A muffled, deafening "Bang!" suddenly exploded, like a thunderclap from the heavens. At the same time, Master Youyue's fist, which was unleashed with fierce force and unstoppable momentum, was actually blocked by Xu Nian's finger!
In an instant, Master Youyue felt as if his fist had struck a towering, indestructible mountain. No matter how hard he tried, the mountain remained unmoved, as stable as a rock.
Immediately afterwards, an irresistible and powerful recoil force, like a surging wave, rapidly spread throughout his body from his fist. This force was so immense that it was impossible for anyone to resist it.
With a crisp "crack!" sound, a chilling scene unfolded—Youyue Zhenren's arm twisted and deformed instantly under the terrifying recoil, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
The next moment, losing his support, Master Youyue was sent flying backward like a cannonball, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Upon landing, he coughed up blood, his face ashen, looking utterly wretched.
The Netherworld Valley disciples, who had been brimming with confidence and believing victory was assured, were all stunned, staring in disbelief at what had just transpired. They simply couldn't believe their eyes; the usually imposing and unfathomably powerful Netherworld Moon True Person's all-out attack had been so easily blocked by Xu Nian with just a single finger!
How... how is this possible? Xu Nian stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his expression indifferent, as if a god high above was coldly looking down on all living beings in the world.
He slightly parted his lips and slowly spoke in a calm, even tone: "With such meager strength, you actually dare to be so arrogant and challenge us here?" The disdain in his words was palpable.
The True Man Youyue, standing to the side, looked utterly disheveled. He struggled to get up from the cold, hard ground, but his body trembled uncontrollably from excessive fear. At this moment, his once sharp eyes were now filled with undisguised terror.
After this exchange, Youyue Zhenren finally realized that there was an insurmountable chasm between himself and the person before him named Xu Nian. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging fear in his heart, and then asked in a trembling voice, "You... who exactly are you? Why do you possess such terrifying strength?"
Faced with Youyue Zhenren's question, Xu Nian merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then casually replied, "Me? Naturally, I'm here to take your life." As he spoke, an invisible pressure suddenly emanated from his body, instantly enveloping the entire space.
Xu Nian's already icy eyes were now even more chilling, as if they could freeze a person instantly.
With a slight twitch of his finger and a gentle flick, a faint, almost imperceptible sword aura shot out from his fingertip. This sword aura was as fast as lightning streaking across the night sky, arriving before him in the blink of an eye; its sound was as subtle as a gentle breeze rippling across a lake on a still night, without causing the slightest ripple.
The person opposite, Master Youyue, had no time to react. He suddenly felt a chill in his chest. When he looked down instinctively, he was shocked to find a tiny blood hole in his chest! Although the hole was small, blood gushed out like a burst dam, quickly staining his clothes red.
At this moment, Master Youyue's face was filled with disbelief. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but not a single sound came out of his throat. Then, his body slowly tilted backward as if it had lost its support, and finally crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The disciples of Youming Valley stood frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on the fallen Youyue Zhenren lying in a pool of blood, their faces filled with terror. They couldn't believe that their master, whom they considered a god-like figure, had been so easily defeated by Xu Nian. For a moment, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the gushing blood and the heavy breathing of the crowd, a chilling sound.
Uncle-Master…is he…really dead? Unbelievable! The mighty Master Youyue, who once dominated the Netherworld Valley, has perished so easily? And just because he casually flicked a finger? This…how is this possible? Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief and deep fear.
For a moment, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen. No one dared to make a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of that terrifying being.
However, someone couldn't help but swallow, and the "gulp" sound was particularly clear and jarring at that moment, instantly breaking the suffocating silence.
"Run...run!" Suddenly, a disciple screamed in terror, as if waking from a dream. Without hesitation, he turned and began to run for his life. Seeing this, the others also snapped out of their daze and scattered in all directions like startled birds.
At this moment, only one thought remained in their minds—escape! They had to escape this hellish place as quickly as possible, no matter what! They had to escape this terrifying man who seemed like a demon descended to earth! Everyone used every trick in the book, wishing they could grow wings and fly away from this place immediately.
The opponent's strength is truly terrifying.
It has far exceeded my understanding.
The eldest brother is dead.
Now, my uncle-master is also dead.
The initial reason was simply that the senior brother wanted the other party's treasure.
That's all for this reason.
If only we had known earlier that the opponent was so powerful.
Why would they have such malicious intentions!
If I had known it would turn out this way, I definitely would have treated it better from the start!
They even go around it!
Why bother?
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Deep within the Netherworld Valley lies a secluded cave shrouded in mist. The cave is utterly silent, save for an elderly man with white hair sitting cross-legged in the center, eyes closed. A faint aura of spiritual energy surrounds him, indicating he is deeply immersed in cultivation. This old man is none other than the renowned Valley Master of the Netherworld Valley, whose cultivation has reached the Dao Integration Realm, his strength unfathomable.
Just then, the previously calm old man suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, an unprecedented sense of unease instantly washing over him. "What... what is going on?" he muttered to himself, then abruptly opened his eyes, two beams of light shooting from them, his brows furrowed tightly, as if they could trap a fly. That ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tidal wave, making it impossible for him to remain seated.
The old man swayed and stood up, quickly walking towards the cave entrance. With each step he took, a faint spiritual light flickered beneath his feet, revealing his unfathomable skill. When he reached the cave entrance, he stopped, his face as grim as the sky before a storm.
"Youyue's aura... why did it suddenly disappear? Could it be that something bad happened to her?" the old man murmured, his face filled with disbelief. Youyue Zhenren was one of the most important figures in his Youming Valley, and her strength was considerable. Yet now, he couldn't sense any trace of her presence, which filled him with dread.
Thinking of this, the old man was consumed by rage. His chest heaved violently, and he roared, "Who dares to be so bold as to kill someone from my Netherworld Valley!" His roar, like a thunderclap, echoed throughout the valley, causing rocks to tumble down and even startling birds perched on branches, sending them fluttering away. At the same time, a terrifying, suffocating pressure erupted from the old man, like a volcano about to erupt, its power utterly awe-inspiring.
The atmosphere inside the Netherworld Valley was extremely oppressive. The disciples trembled as they felt the immense pressure, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
Just then, shocking news arrived—the Valley Master had emerged from seclusion! This news struck everyone like a thunderbolt. However, when they recalled how even the unfathomably powerful True Person Youyue had been easily killed in an instant, their fear did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it intensified.
"Valley Master... can you really withstand these two terrifying enemies?" Every disciple was filled with doubt and unease.
At the same time, Xu Nian and Wu Qinghuan stood side by side like two bolts of lightning. They keenly sensed the echo from the second treasure and the resonance produced by the mysterious second Dao essence. This wondrous sensation allowed them to pinpoint the direction of their target.
“It’s deep within the Netherworld Valley,” Xu Nian said calmly. His voice, though soft, reached everyone’s ears clearly.
Wu Qinghuan nodded slightly in agreement. Then, the two of them stepped forward without hesitation, heading deeper into the Netherworld Valley.
Along the way, the arrogant and haughty disciples of Youming Valley were terrified when they saw these two figures, who looked like demons descending to earth, slowly approaching. They knelt down in fear, their bodies trembling, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads.
No one dared to step forward to stop the two, for the terrifying aura emanating from them was enough to chill one to the bone. In the eyes of these disciples, Xu Nian and Wu Qinghuan were like two lofty gods descended to earth. They brought only endless fear and despair.
Deep within the Netherworld Valley, an elderly man with a full head of white hair sat quietly on a stone platform, his eyes closed. He could already sense the two powerful auras approaching, and his expression grew increasingly grim. A breathtaking battle to the death was about to erupt!