eurekapd Chapter 207: The Corner of the Clothes is Slightly Dirty
Chapter 207: The Corner of the Clothes is Slightly Dirty
The green-haired turtle may complain, but it will actually step in when something happens.
"Om-"
With a sudden stomp of its four claws, a thick, dark light emanated from its body, and intricate patterns flowed across its shell as it actively met the terrifying demonic hand.
"boom!"
A loud bang echoed through the underground palace.
A violent shockwave swept around, sending several weaker black-robed figures flying, blood trickling from their mouths.
The green-haired turtle was sent flying several meters by the slap, crashing heavily to the ground. Its shell scraped against the stone slab, making a piercing sound and leaving a deep groove.
"Ahem..."
Through the thick smoke, the green-haired turtle wobbled as it crawled out of the pit, glaring angrily at Cheng Yuanliang: "Damn it, you bald bastard, you've got some strength!"
It spat out the grit from the corner of its mouth and said disdainfully, "However, you're still a long way from breaking through my defenses!"
"What a hard turtle shell!"
Cheng Yuanliang's pupils contracted slightly, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.
Although he didn't use his full strength in that palm strike, it was still an angry attack, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Unexpectedly, this pitch-black turtle with a green head took his attack head-on, only getting a little dusty on its shell and remaining completely unharmed!
"What exactly is your background?"
He frowned, somewhat unable to understand this unassuming giant tortoise.
"Want to find out about your grandpa's background? No way!"
The green-haired turtle soared into the air, its neck held high, showing no respect whatsoever to its opponent.
"You're asking for it! Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
Cheng Yuanliang snorted coldly, his demonic energy surging as he struck out with another palm.
In an instant, demonic energy surged, and the man and the tortoise engaged in a fierce battle, with deafening roars echoing throughout the air.
"You little bastard, you're all talk and no action, but your skills are pretty average."
Relying on his superior cultivation level and fierce attacks, Cheng Yuanliang unleashed a torrent of magic power, gradually putting the green-haired turtle at a disadvantage and suppressing it completely.
"Damn it, if I don't unleash my power, do you really think I'm a pushover?"
The green-haired turtle was enraged, and its eyes suddenly sharpened.
It let out a loud cry, its limbs suddenly exerting force, its body moving like a streak of dark lightning, the edges of its shell gleaming with a sharp, cold light, cutting through the air wherever it passed.
"this......."
Cheng Yuanliang was somewhat surprised and even felt a sense of threat.
Immediately, he flicked his sleeve, and a blood-red ghost-face bell appeared in his hand.
The bell's surface was covered with twisted demonic patterns, the ghostly faces lifelike, seemingly grinning silently, emanating an eerie aura.
"What an ugly bell..."
The green-haired turtle took a closer look, couldn't help but complain, and without thinking much, sped up and crashed into it.
"Jingle Bell--"
The next moment, a hoarse, piercing bell rings out without warning, piercing straight into the depths of one's soul.
Invisible ripples of sound instantly spread in all directions.
The green-haired turtle, which was right in front, was the first to be hit. It felt as if its soul was being pierced by thousands of steel needles. Its vision went black, and a wave of nausea and dizziness washed over it.
It staggered and swayed, then with a "plop," it fell straight down like a weight, creating a small crater in the ground.
His limbs and head slumped limply, he was dizzy and disoriented, and couldn't find his way around for a moment.
"I thought you, you bastard, had some real strength... but you're nothing special!"
Cheng Yuanliang smirked and ordered his men, "Everyone, capture that turtle for me. I'm going to kill it and make soup later!"
"Kill this turtle and make soup!"
Dozens of men in black robes, like hungry wolves that have smelled blood, surged with demonic energy and surrounded the green-haired tortoise in layers.
Various attacks rained down on its shell, making a dense "ping-pong" sound.
"Boy, this time, I won't let you escape! Die!"
At this moment, Cheng Yuanliang's figure blurred, transforming into a sharp black demonic shadow, carrying overwhelming killing intent, and rushed straight towards Li Wudao, who was preparing to save people.
"It's too late..."
Sensing the rapidly approaching killing intent behind him, Li Wudao frowned slightly and had no choice but to turn around and meet it head-on.
He had just arrived in front of Zhou Bai when Cheng Yuanliang's attack was already upon him. There wasn't enough time to save him, so he could only force the opponent back first and then look for an opportunity.
The next instant, Li Wudao took a deep breath, leaped into the air, and threw a punch with a blank expression.
"Seek death!"
Seeing that the young man neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead took the initiative to rush forward and exchange palm strikes with him, Cheng Yuanliang couldn't help but sneer repeatedly, secretly increasing the force in his hand.
Wherever the palm strike passed, the air emitted a sharp crackling sound, its power awe-inspiring.
With this palm strike, he was determined to kill this boy on the spot!
"boom--"
Fists and palms collided, producing a loud bang.
A visible shockwave suddenly spread outwards from the two of them, carrying terrifying aftershocks that stirred up all the rubble and dust around the altar, filling the air with smoke and dust.
The force of the impact forced Li Wudao and Cheng Yuanliang to retreat several steps, but they remained calm and evenly matched.
“This…how is this possible?!”
Cheng Yuanliang stood in the void, feeling the slight numbness in his arm. The centipede-like scars on his face twisted violently, and his horror was evident in his expression.
He stared blankly at the boy not far away, whose chest rose and fell slightly, but whose eyes remained sharp and whose body was as steady as a rock.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Yuanliang's pupils contracted, incredulous.
You should know that he is a genuine Martial King at the Great Perfection stage.
Enraged, he unleashed his full power; even a late-stage Martial King would be severely injured or killed by his palm strike.
But this kid's cultivation level is only at the early stage of Martial King. He took a direct hit from this palm strike and his aura was only slightly disordered.
Although he already knew that Li Wudao possessed the strength to fight opponents of higher levels.
Yet, even at the King Realm, he could still hold his own across four minor realms – this was simply too astonishing!
"Li... Senior Brother Li?"
The violent tremor startled Zhou Bai, who had fainted.
He forced himself to stay awake, his face pale, and opened his eyes.
He then witnessed his senior brother Li fighting fiercely with the unfathomable bald middle-aged man, their skills evenly matched. His face immediately showed worry. "Senior brother Li... are you alright?"
It's no wonder he was so moved; the psychological trauma Cheng Yuanliang had inflicted on him was too great.
With just a casual flick of his sleeve, he knocked all his fellow disciples to the ground, causing them to vomit blood and lose their fighting ability.
He knew Li Wudao was exceptionally talented, but he never imagined he could be this exceptional.
At only sixteen years old, and having entered the sect for less than a year, even a great figure like the former leader of Lieyang Peak could not do anything to him.
The shocking scene left him somewhat dazed, wondering if he was dreaming.
Hearing the shouts, Li Wudao turned around and saw that Zhou Bai was still alive. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"It's nothing, just a little dirt on the hem of my clothes."
After saying that, he couldn't help but frown and look into the distance.
Looking at the green-haired turtle being brutally beaten by dozens of men in black robes, he grinned and mocked, "Hey, are you even capable? How come you can't even handle this little bit of trash?"