flstandardbreds Chapter 152 The Sky Stained Red with Fury
Chapter 152 The Sky Stained Red with Fury
Chapter 152 The Sky Stained Red with Rage
The violent explosion instantly created a huge gap in the villa, right in front of Fu Jing's room.
Pan Jianbo and Feng Rong were about to climb over the wall when the explosion startled them so much that they hurriedly hid behind the wall.
"Old Pan, Master is in danger!"
Feng Rong's expression changed drastically, and he stood up to climb over the wall.
Pan Jianbo quickly grabbed him, baring his teeth and growling, "What are you panicking about? What level is Master at? What level are we at? Are you going in to die, or are you going to drag Master down?"
Feng Rong was stunned, scratching his head and saying, "It exploded inside, will Master get hurt?"
Pan Jianbo looked at him like he was an idiot and said in a low voice, "You know nothing about what happened on the Perfume Cruise Ship?"
Feng Rong shook his head. "The news is being kept under tight control. The US side isn't letting a word out, and the Longting side is playing dumb, not saying a word. Even the survivors on the cruise ship are all keeping their mouths shut. It's very strange."
"You're fucking stupid!" Pan Jianbo angrily smacked Feng Rong on the head, then lowered his voice even further, "Didn't you sense that Master's aura was even more fierce than before? I stood in front of him, not daring to even breathe loudly."
"What does this mean? It means Master's cultivation has greatly improved!"
"What does this have to do with cruise ships?" Feng Rong was even more confused, looking completely dumbfounded.
Pan Jianbo sighed and could only explain to him in a low voice, "Master went to the Perfume Cruise Ship. The cruise ship sank, and Master's cultivation greatly improved. That means he took all the good stuff from the cruise ship!"
"There's no evidence! What makes you think Master stole something good?" Feng Rongyi retorted righteously, completely siding with Zhuo Yang.
Pan Jianbo gave a thumbs up: "Well said! Anyway, there's no evidence. I really admire my master!"
"Stop talking nonsense. Judging from the noise, Master is definitely fine. Maybe he's flirting with some beauties inside. Speaking of which, Miss Fu is known for her stunning looks...hehe!"
The guy chuckled slyly, his whole body trembling.
Feng Rong laughed along, but it was just a silly laugh.
Another deafening explosion rang out, blowing the roof off the villa. The laughter of the two people came to an abrupt halt, their faces frozen in shock.
Inside the villa, on the corridor leading to both sides of the second floor, Zhuo Yang stood with his back to his side, holding a sword, while on the other side, Fu Jing wore a long black dress and had a gloomy face, like a fierce ghost.
"Zhuo Yang, your lightning magic is pretty mediocre!" Fu Jing roared like a demon.
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "Your Yin Lightning isn't that great either. It only has the level of the Golden Core stage. I suppose the ghost cultivators you devoured have already reached the level of the Soul Condensation stage."
"What a pity that such a powerful guy was swallowed up by you."
He shook his head, and pointed his longsword at Fu Jing again.
"So what if you're powerful? Under the ancestral ghost-refining technique of my Fu family, it's all just an illusion!" Fu Jing's face became increasingly ferocious, devoid of any color, her entire face was bluish-black, almost indistinguishable from a vengeful ghost.
Her long dress fluttered without wind, and she exuded a strong, eerie aura. She raised her arms, and instantly the light in the entire corridor dimmed.
The dark lightning, like splashed ink, flashed with grayish-brown light, surging and rushing along the ground, walls, and roof like ocean waves.
"The thunder of utmost yin can destroy everything." Zhuo Yang narrowed his eyes and snorted. "Your Fu family is truly vicious to the extreme; you don't even spare the dead!"
Lightning flashed across the corridor, filling the entire space with its own thunderbolts, which rolled towards Fu Jing's gloomy lightning.
Two types of lightning, one yin and one yang, collided, causing another violent explosion. The shockwave swept across, turning the exquisite villa into a battlefield.
The villa, which had been repaired for less than five days, suddenly had all its windows shattered, with blue smoke billowing out of every window.
Two figures flew out of the smoke and dust, landing on the lawn in the villa's courtyard, a dozen meters apart. They stared at each other, their anger rising, the sky a blood-red haze.
"Zhuo Yang, I never imagined your cultivation had reached the Golden Core stage!" Fu Jing was filled with extreme hatred, her eyes turning red as if they could radiate light.
Zhuo Yang stood tall and said calmly, "You're not bad either. You've reached the Golden Core stage by devouring ghost cultivators."
"I will kill you today and use your head to pay tribute to my father who died tragically!" Fu Jing screamed shrilly, her eerie voice shaking the heavens and the earth.
"I, too, will avenge Xiaorou, Jiaxin, Wu Hongliang, and my friends!" Enraged, Zhuo Yang stepped forward, his longsword flashing, his imposing presence causing even the grass and trees to bow.
"Fighting with magic is so boring, I prefer close combat!"
Thunder rumbled in, and Zhuo Yang stepped on lightning, his movements as swift as lightning. A cold light flashed from the tip of his sword, gathering the righteous energy of heaven and earth, almost breaking through the barrier of time and space.
Fu Jing was startled, as she was locked in place by the sword strike and her body was completely unable to move.
As the cold light flew towards her, she screamed shrilly. Her voice was piercing, but in an instant it formed a terrifying sound wave that struck Zhuo Yang.
"puff……"
Zhuo Yang nearly coughed up blood, but gritted his teeth and held on.
His body stopped, and the cold light on the tip of the sword quietly dissipated.
"You've got some skill. You've even mastered the primordial spirit attack that ghost cultivators excel at. It seems you're very suitable to become a ghost cultivator!" Zhuo Yang sneered, and once again used his movement technique, rushing towards Fu Jing with rolling thunder.
Before Fu Jing could even curse, she opened her mouth and let out a roar.
The terrifying sound waves descended once again.
Zhuo Yang curled his lip in disdain: "Get lost!"
The deafening explosion was like a bolt of lightning striking a clear sky.
Fu Jing coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, and a flush appeared on her pale face.
"Why...why are you alright, but I'm coughing up blood?" She looked at Zhuo Yang incredulously, her chin raised high. With the cold blade pointing at her, she instinctively dared not lower her head.
Zhuo Yang smiled indifferently, "You're too naive. You actually believe that by devouring a ghost cultivator's soul power, you can use it as freely as an extension of your own arm. You underestimate all cultivators in the world. Whose true essence wasn't painstakingly cultivated bit by bit?"
"If one could quickly improve their cultivation level by devouring others, then all the gods and Buddhas in the Immortal Realm would be petty thieves who reap without sowing!"
With a flick of his sword, a trail of blood appeared on Fu Jing's neck.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Fu Jing looked at Zhuo Yang in astonishment. She did feel a sharp pain in her neck, but it was only for a moment.
"I don't like killing women," Zhuo Yang said with a sneer.
"Hypocrite, fake benevolence, hypocrite!" Fu Jing cursed, seemingly trying to force Zhuo Yang to take action. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred.
Zhuo Yang looked at her disdainfully, "You're wrong. I may not like killing women, but that doesn't mean I don't like killing people!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning from his palm struck fiercely at a shadowy spot in the corner of the wall.
A deafening explosion rang out, and a figure dressed in black was blasted into the air, falling to the ground covered in smoke.
"Ah! Fourth Uncle!" Fu Jing exclaimed, reaching out her hand, but she couldn't stop it all.
"kill!"
Shouts rang out at that moment, and more than a dozen dark figures appeared in the courtyard, rushing towards Zhuo Yang without hesitation.