fantasy novels Chapter 66 Not even qualified to be a punching bag
Chapter 66 Not even qualified to be a punching bag
Lu Yuan stepped through the blood on the ground and slowly walked up to Zhao Changhe.
"Now, it's your turn."
Zhao Changhe shuddered violently. He bit his tongue hard, and a stream of scarlet blood spurted onto the broken bronze array plate in his hand.
This is his last trump card.
"You can't kill me! This array plate is a token of the Kunlun Secret Realm!"
Zhao Changhe held up the bronze fragment that emitted an eerie red glow. His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.
"You dare touch me? The true immortals of Kunlun will never let you go! They will descend upon the mortal realm sooner or later. At that time, you and your sister will both have your souls extracted and refined!"
Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks. His gaze fell on the bronze fragment.
The divine sense of the Mahayana stage instantly swept through the internal structure of this piece of broken copper and scrap iron.
"I thought it was some rare item."
Lu Yuan smirked. He reached out and grasped the array plate.
Zhao Changhe desperately channeled his inner energy, attempting to burn Lu Yuan's hand with the red light from the array plate.
But that power, which even made his own heart tremble, the moment it touched Lu Yuan's palm, was like a mouse seeing a cat, instantly shrinking back into the depths of the array plate.
Lu Yuan exerted slight force with his five fingers.
"Click"
The seemingly indestructible Kunlun Array Plate was crushed into several pieces of scrap metal by him.
"You treat this junk as family heirlooms, and you even think you're acting on behalf of Heaven."
Lu Yuan threw the scrap copper on the ground and stomped on it.
"Today I'll teach you. In the face of true power, you don't even deserve to be punching bags."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Yuan's fingers plunged directly into Zhao Changhe's skull.
Soul-Searching Technique. Activated without reservation.
Zhao Changhe's memories were forcibly poured into Lu Yuan's mind, like garbage being dumped into his brain.
A moment later, Lu Yuan drew his hand.
Zhao Changhe's body lay limp on the ground. He died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
"So this is Kunlun."
Lu Yuan flicked the brain matter off his fingertips. A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
In Zhao Changhe's memory, the so-called Kunlun Secret Realm was not a true immortal's abode at all.
They're nothing more than a group of outcasts from the cultivation world, clinging to life in a folded space, relying on a broken spirit-gathering array.
When the Earth's spiritual energy was depleted, these people, in order to protect themselves, severed the Earth's last remaining spiritual veins, sealing all the spiritual energy within Kunlun Mountain. This led to the mortal world entering the Dharma-ending Age.
"Since you've hidden all the spiritual energy, I'll go and get it myself."
Lu Yuan turned his head and looked towards the continuous mountain range to the west.
But at that moment...
The Nine Heavens Storage Ring in his pocket, containing the bloodline of the Golden Crow, suddenly emitted an extremely slight vibration.
Lu Yuan frowned. His Mahayana stage divine sense instantly traversed half the Earth, heading straight for the high seas of the Pacific Ocean.
......
At the same time. In the high seas of the Pacific Ocean.
That private island, perpetually shrouded in thunderstorms, is currently experiencing a catastrophic disaster.
The edge of a deep abyss 80 meters underground.
Each of the precision monitoring instruments, costing hundreds of millions of yuan, burst into sparks.
The blinding red warning lights made the entire underground base look like a pool of blood.
The chairman of the conglomerate slumped behind the bulletproof glass curtain wall. The cigar in his hand fell onto his crotch, burning a large hole in his expensive trousers. He didn't even have the strength to pat it off.
Outside the curtain wall.
A massive claw covered in dark gold scales had completely climbed to the edge of the rift.
That claw was as big as three heavy trucks. Each nail gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.
"Boom!"
The incredibly sturdy titanium alloy base dome was easily torn apart by that giant claw like a piece of paper.
Tens of thousands of tons of seawater, mixed with thunderstorms, poured in.
In the surging sea, a gigantic head slowly emerged from the chasm of the abyss.
It was a head resembling that of a dragon, but with a single horn on its top. The breath it exhaled from its nostrils instantly boiled the surrounding seawater.
The behemoth ignored the electromagnetic cannons firing wildly.
It didn't even glance at the chairman of the conglomerate who had been swept away by the seawater.
The behemoth's vertical pupils, larger than a lighthouse, stared intently at the eastern sky.
It crossed endless spatial barriers. With great difficulty, it squeezed half of its body out of that crack and descended into this spiritual desert.
It was because it smelled the bloodline aura belonging to the descendants of the true spirit.
But just now, that aura was suddenly and completely blocked out in an instant, as if it had vanished from the face of the earth.
"roar--!"
The behemoth let out a roar that shattered the heavens.
The terrifying sound waves shattered the entire private island in two.
Far away in the defense zone of the capital.
Old Li stared at the dark golden behemoth on the satellite monitor screen, the one that had crushed the entire island. His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly.
"Notify all coastal war zones to enter Level 1 combat readiness!"
Old Li's voice was a little hoarse.
"This thing... is definitely not a creature from Earth."
......
Jiangnan City. Yunding Mountain Villa.
Lu Yuan stepped onto the railing of the kitchen balcony and silently landed back inside.
The pork rib soup in the clay pot was just beginning to simmer and bubble. The rich aroma of meat filled the entire living room.
Lin Zhen still maintains the comical pose of half his body sticking out of the window.
He heard a noise, turned around abruptly, and nearly strained his back.
"Mr. Lu...?"
Lin Zhen glanced at the clock on the wall.
From the moment Lu Yuan crashed through the glass and flew out until his return, less than ten minutes had passed.
A distance of 1200 kilometers. Plus the round trip and running errands. Ten minutes?
Is this even human?
Lu Yuan walked to the kitchen counter, turned off the gas, and picked up two porcelain bowls to ladle soup.
"Give."
Lu Yuan tossed a piece of bronze, crushed into scrap metal, onto the coffee table.
The bronze piece struck the glass countertop with a crisp sound.
Lin Zhen glanced down at the piece of broken metal, puzzled.
"The Zhao family of Yanjing is gone."
Lu Yuan carried two steaming bowls of pork rib soup into the living room. He placed one of the bowls in front of Lu Qingxue.
"Tell your men to clean the floor. And while they're at it, sell this piece of junk. Consider it your errand fee."
Lin Zhen's legs went weak, and he knelt down next to the sofa.
He stared intently at the bronze fragment. His mind went blank.
This is the core of the Kunlun Formation.
The foremost family in Yanjing. Three Divine Realm experts. Four sect leaders.
Ten minutes. All gone.
Lu Yuan sat on the single sofa and blew on the oil floating on the soup noodles.
He ignored Lin Zhen's outburst and instead turned his head to look at the azure sky outside the window.
Just now at the Zhao family's house, he sensed movement from the high seas of the Pacific Ocean.
"A golden-scaled unicorn dragon at the peak of the Fusion stage."
Lu Yuan took a sip of the soup, pondering in his mind.
"The Earth's laws still suppress it. It's forcibly squeezing in. At most, it can only unleash the strength of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator."
"However, its flesh and skin are quite tough. It just so happens that Qingxue is weak. If we extract its dragon tendons and make a medicinal plaster, it should be able to completely transform this girl's constitution."
Lu Yuan put down the soup bowl and patted Lu Qingxue's head.
"Is the soup good?"
Lu Qingxue held the bowl, her mouth greasy from drinking. She nodded vigorously.
"Brother, this soup smells amazing. It's much better than what you get at restaurants."
Lu Yuan smiled.
"As long as it tastes good. In a few days, I'll go to the beach and catch you a big fish. I'll make you fish soup."