Chapter 117: The Phantom Carriage of the Red River’s White Night, Strikes Down the Azure Dragon’s Fallen Monk
Within the fiery chamber, turbulence suddenly surged.
In a single breath, Qingyuan assassinated four foes, then leapt to the opposite end of the chamber.
He glanced back just in time to see Gan Huan make a move, stirring the molten lava.
Unfortunately, Daoist He’s early warning allowed Gan Huan to withdraw swiftly, leaving only a minor disturbance that Sun Yu quickly suppressed.
“Damn bastards!”
A voice filled with hatred and bitterness shouted from the stone bridge.
Four elders remained behind; the one at the forefront was Sun Wenpeng.
Before Sun Wenpeng stood a clansman of the Sun family, originally positioned behind Qingyuan, but was scorched alive by a burst of flame from Qingyuan’s hand. The Sun clansman had fallen into the lava, his flesh and bones corroded and melted beyond recognition.
Sun Wenpeng’s eyes reddened with rage, and he immediately attacked.
A technique named Azure Dragon Metamorphosis surged forth in an instant.
Sun Wenpeng harbored an intense killing intent toward Qingyuan, and at this moment, that murderous will erupted, imbuing his Dao technique with unprecedented power—the strongest he had ever wielded in his lifetime.
This time, the Azure Dragon Metamorphosis was nearly taking the form of a true dragon.
In stark contrast to Sun Wenpeng’s bloodshot fury, Qingyuan’s expression remained calm. He extended his hand, drawing in his true qi.
The iron rod Sun Wenpeng had secured at his waist instantly transformed into a streak of light, arriving in Qingyuan’s grasp in the blink of an eye.
A true life treasure responds to the wielder’s will, coming to hand at their command.
Gripping the iron rod, Qingyuan advanced slightly, and thunderous patterns flickered forth as crimson lightning streaked away.
Boom!
Sun Wenpeng’s mightiest Azure Dragon Metamorphosis was struck head-on by the lightning, shattered inch by inch from beginning to end.
The residual thunder roared on, charging toward Sun Wenpeng.
Here, atop the stone bridge, surrounded by innumerable subterranean fires, there was nowhere to flee.
Gritting his teeth, Sun Wenpeng threw dozens of iron spirit orbs before him, barely holding back the assault.
Yet no sooner had the thunder ceased than a new blaze erupted from Qingyuan’s hand, rushing straight at him.
“Bastard…” Sun Wenpeng roared, engulfed by flames, plunged into the lava, leaving no trace of bones or body.
This young prodigy of the Sun family had always believed himself unmatched within the Third Tier of Heaven, yet Qingyuan, whom he regarded as his greatest rival, had never once truly acknowledged him.
Even as Qingyuan unleashed lightning and fire to kill Sun Wenpeng on the spot, his gaze remained fixed on the four elders behind.
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“You brat!”
Sun Yu hesitated at first, but with Sun Wenpeng, the Sun family’s most prized heir, dead here, all restraint vanished. He roared and struck forth a beam of azure light.
The azure light shot out instantly, transforming into a ten-zhang-long serpent, roughly the thickness of a barrel. Its scales shimmered lifelike, eyes icy cold, tongue flickering, winding and twisting with startling speed.
As it moved, a single azure horn sprouted atop its head, and two dragon claws emerged on its chest and belly, morphing it into a one-horned azure dragon.
This one-horned azure dragon slithered along the stone bridge, blocking three figures ahead—one Sun clansman and two disciples of the Seven Spirits Sect.
Sensing the disturbance behind them, the three turned just in time to utter a terrified cry before the one-horned azure dragon shattered them into bloody pulp.
Three consecutive thuds echoed almost as one.
The one-horned azure dragon surged toward Qingyuan with terrifying speed.
Dragon roars filled the air, its aura fierce and overwhelming.
“Azure Dragon Metamorphosis?”
Qingyuan’s expression darkened slightly, but there was no fear. He tucked the iron rod into his sleeve and produced an object.
It resembled a cart, roofless and about two feet long, light enough to hold with one hand. Its color was dark grey, its aura chilling and sinister, evoking a shiver.
Qingyuan circulated his true qi.
Within the Condensation Tower, the manifestation of “Qingyuan” faced north, drawing upon the essence of water—cold and icy.
A humming sound arose.
The dark cart suddenly radiated a crimson glow, blood-like in color, exuding a nauseating metallic stench. The cart’s hue swiftly shifted to a pale bone-white, resembling skeletal remains.
The Red River White Night Spirit Cart!
A vehicle forged of bones and drenched in fresh blood, steeped in eerie and mysterious power.
Despite the extreme heat of the subterranean fires here, the area instantly turned chillingly cold.
As Qingyuan wielded this cart, a coldness seeped through his entire body, and the wails of ghosts and spirits echoed in his ears, the cries of a sorrowful little girl unending.
Were it not for the nine-layered jade tower settled within his brows, he might have lost his sanity.
He drew a deep breath, steadied his mind, and shouted, “Go!”
The cart abruptly expanded, reaching about ten feet in diameter, swiftly transforming into a colossal beast that charged forward.
The cart, pale as bone and surrounded by a blood-red chilling wind, collided with the one-horned azure dragon.
Boom!
The dragon’s horn shattered instantly upon impact.
The Red River White Night Spirit Cart was unstoppable, plowing forward.
From head to tail, the azure dragon was crushed beneath the cart, breaking apart inch by inch before dissolving into azure light.
“How is this possible?”
Sun Yu gasped, horror etched across his face.
Daoist He and Gan Huan were equally shocked, disbelief evident.
Of all present, Han Yu’s expression changed the most. His complexion shifted uneasily between panic and terror, though deep in his eyes flickered a hint of wild joy.
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Qingyuan’s use of the Red River White Night Spirit Cart was overwhelming and irresistible, almost giving him the illusion that he could shatter the very world around them.
Yet his true qi rapidly dwindled. A cultivator at the peak of the Third Tier of Heaven would have been drained dry by now. But Qingyuan, having mastered the Yellow Court Immortal Scripture, possessed profound foundation and still retained some reserves.
He pointed forward and commanded, “Go!”
The Red River White Night Spirit Cart, carrying an unstoppable momentum and a blood-soaked aura like a mountain of corpses, streaked along the nine-segment stone bridge.
Even the remaining four, all transcending the lower three tiers and surpassing human limits as elders, were shaken to their core.
Especially Sun Yu—his own Azure Dragon Metamorphosis had been shattered inch by inch, making him fully aware of this sinister treasure cart’s terrifying power.
Seeing this, he could only shout, “Retreat!”
On the stone bridge, there was no way to move left or right; their only option was to retreat.
Sun Yu moved backward, inadvertently exposing Daoist He of the Seven Spirits Sect in front.
All four retreated simultaneously, but Daoist He was the first to bear the brunt.
Though terrified, Daoist He had no time to evade the rapidly approaching sinister cart. He hastily unleashed a Dao technique.
But his technique was rushed and incomplete, instantly shattered by the cart.
The sinister cart bore down on him.
Daoist He’s face shifted sharply; he inhaled deeply, raised both arms, and his palms shimmered into an ethereal blue light, summoning a barrier ahead.
The blue light was intangible, seeming to take shape.
But the cart came too fast.
Before the blue light could solidify and the technique complete, the cart smashed through it.
Daoist He’s pupils constricted.
His palms shattered at the moment they touched the cart.
He screamed in agony before the cart struck him full force.
His body was split in two from chest to abdomen.
An elder had fallen!
The Red River White Night Spirit Cart’s momentum remained undiminished, still radiating a vast aura as it charged toward the three remaining elders.