Chapter 133: Eruption

Although Ye Cheng’s strength had exceeded his expectations, Luo Long did not hold him in any regard. He was confident that under this all-out strike, his opponent would be nothing more than a cold corpse in a matter of moments.

Luo Long’s burly form dissolved into countless frenzied blade shadows, engulfing Ye Cheng entirely. The terrifying surge of Yuan energy he channeled gathered within the blade images and was unleashed in a sudden, violent strike.

At that instant, it felt as though even the air was being torn in two by the shadow of the blades. A sharp, whistling sound of wind tore through the surroundings, causing the expressions of those watching from nearby to change drastically.

"Blast it! Luo Long is using his full strength. Young Ye cannot withstand this blow," said the Third Commander, Wang Yang, who was locked in combat with Luo Sen. His face shifted as he spoke. He knew the former's strength quite well, having once fought him at full capacity himself, and even he felt a sense of threat from this very strike.

"Hmph! You can barely look after yourself, yet you concern yourself with others? Better worry about your own life. Helping the Ye family leads only to a dead end," Luo Sen sneered cruelly. He slammed a palm toward Wang Yang’s back, intending to end him, but the latter recovered just in time, parrying with a counter-palm. Wang Yang let out a muffled groan as his lungs and heart were rattled by the impact.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Ye Zhan, similarly anxious, swept his gaze toward Ye Cheng’s position, but he was pinned down by Luo Huo and could not break free.

"Ye Cheng..." Countless eyes familiar with Ye Cheng turned his way. Many of the Ye family disciples watched with worry, yet they were powerless to act. Some young girls even turned their faces away, unable to bear watching.

The piercing sound of the wind echoed in Ye Cheng’s eardrums. At this moment, he felt a profound crisis closing in on him. His eyes were fixed intently on the blade shadows that continued to expand within his vision. Simultaneously, the astonishing blood energy stored within his meridians began to boil frantically.

Invisible waves of air caused Ye Cheng’s black hair to whip about. Withholding nothing, he channeled his blood energy with wild intensity, pouring it into his silver spear. The formidable force of the blood energy caused the ground beneath his feet to crack.

"Follow the flow, merge!"

Thousands of strands of blood energy splitting through the silver spear were guided and fused together by Ye Cheng, and astonishing air waves erupted from the weapon. He began to desperately accelerate the charging of his Thousand Shadow Spear technique’s third stage: "Ten Thousand Shadows into One."

"One percent."

"Two percent."

"Three percent..."

"...Nine percent!"

Under Ye Cheng’s frenzied infusion, the Thousand Shadow Spear technique reached ninety percent of its potential in a heartbeat. However, the blood energy within him began to deplete rapidly, and the blood crystals in his body grew dim and lusterless.

"It's not enough!" Feeling the weakness of exhaustion spreading through him, Ye Cheng’s eyes turned slightly red. Gritting his teeth, he let out a low growl and pulled a vial of potion from his sleeve, downing it in one gulp.

This was one of two "Burst Qi" potions he had requested from Nangong Xue before leaving the Nangong family, intended for emergencies. It was enough to elevate his combat prowess by an entire tier. Although the effects would only last for a short quarter-hour, it was more than enough for Ye Cheng.

"Ah!"

As the Burst Qi potion entered his body, its potent energy spread rapidly. A massive, uncontrollable surge of red energy rampaged through his veins, causing thick, prominent blue veins to crawl across his skin like worms, giving him a gruesome appearance.

Usually, one required the strength of the Yuan Realm to suppress such energy and prevent it from damaging bodily functions. However, Ye Cheng’s constitution was unique. This energy posed little threat to his "Spirit Devouring" physique.

Ye Cheng activated the Spirit Devouring Art, continuously absorbing the red energy, converting it, and channeling it into the silver spear while condensing its power.

Under this dual-pronged approach, the silver spear in Ye Cheng’s hands began to struggle with the sheer density of the energy, emitting a constant, humming vibration as air waves churned around it.

"Wait, that silver spear in the brat's hand?"

Ye Cheng’s sudden surge in momentum startled Luo Long. He immediately noticed that the silver spear gripped tightly in his opponent's hand was radiating a tyrannical air wave that made even him feel a tremor of fear.

"Go to hell!" Luo Long felt a tightening in his chest. He transformed himself into a violent blade, charging forth with a flurry of spear-like shadows.

The terrifying assault arrived in an instant.

Although the strength of Ye Cheng and Luo Long was not the highest among the various skirmishes, it was still heart-stopping, drawing the involuntary attention of countless onlookers.

At that moment, Ye Cheng suddenly lifted his head. The infusion of blood energy ceased abruptly. He arched his body, drove the silver spear into the ground, and used its elasticity to launch himself forward. In the eyes of the crowd, Ye Cheng turned into a divine spear of legend, carrying a formidable wave of blood energy that was even more ferocious than Luo Long’s Yuan energy.

"Heavens! How does this Ye family boy cultivate? Such powerful blood energy!" Under the gaze of many shocked onlookers, Ye Cheng’s figure collided heavily with Luo Long.

"Ten percent, Ten Thousand Shadows into One!"

"Ye Cheng!"

Ye Ming and the others nearby let out a sharp cry, their faces turning deathly pale. Although Ye Cheng’s attack carried an intimidating momentum, his opponent was, after all, an expert of the late Yuan Realm. It was hard to imagine Ye Cheng surviving such a direct, head-on charge.

"Boom!"

As the scream died down, a powerful blast of force erupted from the point of contact. The entire patch of ground beneath them was blasted into a crater, sending rocks flying in all directions.

Such a fierce collision created a thunderous roar that echoed throughout Luoyang Town, causing the chaotic scene to go momentarily silent. Even the intense battle between the Old Master Ye and the Gold and Silver Protectors paused as they stepped back, casting their gazes toward the center.

"Thud!"

Just as they turned their eyes toward the area filled with rising dust, a figure was suddenly sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ground and carving a glaring trail of blood across the earth.

"Pfft!"

The moment the figure landed, a spray of blood erupted from their mouth. Everyone’s gaze fell upon them simultaneously. The already quiet scene grew even more deathly silent, followed immediately by the sound of countless people gasping for air in unison.

In an instant, expressions of utter disbelief filled the faces of the crowd.

For the person who had been sent flying and vomiting blood was not the expected Ye Cheng, but the Third Elder of the Luo family, Luo Long!

A dignified late-stage Yuan Realm expert, a man of great renown, had been defeated by a mere youth of the Blood Energy Realm.

One had to admit, the result was truly shocking!