novelraw Chapter 728 - 677: The Snake Village Boy of That Year
Chapter 728 - 677: The Snake Village Boy of That Year
The entire person, along with the vast space they occupied, vanished completely without any resistance.
The entire venue fell into a dead silence.
After a dozen breaths, cheers erupted from the Sea Star Demon Clan's side.
They had won, and so effortlessly!
None of them expected Yu Huang to be so powerful, strong enough to instantly defeat the opponent's core disciple, leaving the opponent unable to even put up a fight, finishing the battle in peak condition.
Yu Huang had been in seclusion, never showing his hand until now. Everyone knew he was strong, but no one knew how strong until today.
If it weren't for the opponent's cultivation level being evident, Xu Hei might have suspected that this person was a Divine Transformation cultivator, hiding his aura.
On the other hand, the Divine Continent Star side was shrouded in gloom.
Zhou Yuelong, despite being a core disciple, was defeated by the second move, revealing such a vast difference in strength.
Qin Hao's mouth twitched, thinking that Wang Yimao was really full of nonsense. He replied with a sullen face, "Not sure, I'd have to try to know. His kind of move must consume a lot."
For Qin Hao to admit defeat verbally was impossible. He wouldn't dampen his own side's morale by admitting he was less skilled.
The score was tied at two to two.
In the next round, the opponent sent Yu Huang back into the arena.
Now it was the Divine Continent Star's turn to be troubled. Who could they send to defeat Yu Huang?
Yu Huang's strength was overwhelming, leaving his opponents in despair.
"Who is willing to step up?" Xu Hei asked.
At this moment, among the hundreds of Elemental Infant cultivators present, not a single one responded.
The death of Zhou Yuelong was fresh in their minds, and they doubted they were much stronger than him, fearing the same outcome.
No one volunteered to fight, which was truly despairing.
Xu Hei was at a loss, just as he was about to call on someone.
"Senior, I'd like to give it a try."
Suddenly, a slightly aged middle-aged man stepped forward, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a large flag on his back and a peach wood Eight Trigrams sword at his waist, his eyes calm and unruffled.
"Although I'm not confident in winning, I can greatly deplete him, giving an advantage to those who follow," the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe said humbly.
This middle-aged man was Wang Ding, one of the rogue cultivators Xu Hei had recruited.
Wang Ding grew up in Snake Village and had a deep connection with Xu Hei, being from the same hometown. Later, he followed Tian Jizi for training and had fully inherited his teachings, becoming Tian Jizi's personal disciple.
Despite his mature appearance, he was actually only one hundred and fifty years old.
"Do your best," Xu Hei nodded.
Wang Ding said no more, walking to face Yu Huang, slowly taking down the flag from his back and planting it into the ground.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a sharp long halberd slashed across Wang Ding's throat.
Unnoticed, Yu Huang's figure was already close, holding the long halberd, maintaining an attacking posture, piercing Wang Ding's throat.
Yet Wang Ding's figure remained motionless, as if he were merely an illusion.
"Why the rush, friend?" Wang Ding nonchalantly planted the flag into the ground, saying, "Haste indicates a disturbed mind, is your heart unsettled, troubled by external matters?"
Yu Huang's eyes narrowed, a twisted mark flashed between his brows, and his palm pressed down fiercely, causing the space where Wang Ding stood to collapse, swallowing everything cleanly.
However, Wang Ding still stood in place, nonchalantly pulling out another flag and planting it in a different spot.
Everyone was stunned.
After taking two attacks, Wang Ding remained unscathed, seemingly unaffected. How did he manage that?
"Is this an illusion formation?" Shi Lan squinted.
"It's not an illusion formation, but a highly advanced technique of causality transference," Gong Jiang said, visibly shocked.
Causality transference was a term both unfamiliar and terrifying to the Sea Star Demon Clan.
According to Gong Jiang, the Azure Sea Dragon King of the past was deprived of the causality of ascension, leading to being suppressed for three hundred and fifty thousand years. Content originally comes from novel⁂fire.net
Such a technique should have been lost to time, so why had it appeared again?
At this moment, Yu Huang in the battlefield also showed surprise. Holding the long halberd, he swung it in the air, the sharp edges slashing in all directions.
"No matter where you hide, facing this move, you will surely die!"
"Sky-Splitting Frenzy!"
The mark of the Sky God appeared between Yu Huang's brows, and suddenly, the surrounding space was sliced apart, the land turned into a deep abyss, and the ocean was divided into countless pieces, transforming the coastline beyond recognition.
Xu Hei waved his hand, blocking all approaching attacks to prevent collateral damage.
After slashing for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Wang Ding remained standing in place, nonchalantly planting flags, having planted eight flags already.
"Are you truly eager to win with such haste?"
"No! You just want to end it quickly, unwilling to linger, for there is something on this continent that you fear."
"You are afraid, afraid of that thing appearing!"
"The killing intent you display, your defiance, all your mad actions, are to cover up your fear!"
Wang Ding said casually as he planted flags.
And to Yu Huang, these words were like thunderclaps, his eyes turning red as he gritted his teeth, "What nonsense are you spouting? Courting death!"
He attacked Wang Ding again with all his might, but no matter how he attacked, Wang Ding remained perfectly fine, even if pierced by the long halberd thousands of times.
It was as if he wasn't a person, but an illusion.
Yet no matter what attack Yu Huang used, whether divine sense attacks or large-scale killing moves to break illusions, they were all ineffective.
"Yu Huang, your mind is disturbed, you dare not face yourself, dare not confront your heart, am I right?" Wang Ding said again.
Yu Huang panted heavily, his eyes red, and upon hearing this, he fell into a momentary daze, but quickly snapped out of it.
"Stop pretending!"
He simply stopped attacking, put away the long halberd, and stared intently at Wang Ding.
Wang Ding took out the last flag and planted it into the ground, his face showing a hint of paleness, "The formation I set up is called the Heart Observing Formation. If you can break this formation, I concede!"
Wang Ding retreated a hundred feet, landing at the edge of the battlefield, ready to withdraw at any moment.
Xu Hei watched the composed Wang Ding and the seemingly angry but actually bewildered Yu Huang, and he was also stunned.
"After a hundred years, Wang Ding has grown to such a level."
At this moment, Xu Hei saw Wang Ding not as Wang Ding, but as another person—Tianji Shangren.
This sense of control over the entire situation, was he still the naive village boy?
Not only had his appearance matured, but his mindset had also changed dramatically. What exactly had Tian Jizi taught him?
From beginning to end, Wang Ding had never actively attacked, yet his words were like a steel blade, piercing deep into Yu Huang's heart.
Words, sometimes, are more powerful than any divine ability.