PFC Chapter 109 I'll Make You Pay the Price
Chapter 109 I'll Make You Pay the Price
Zhuang Yu held the divine artifact in his hand, and the light emanating from it was as dazzling as the stars, enveloping his entire body.
A powerful surge of energy erupted from his body, sweeping across the surroundings like a tidal wave.
"Is this the power of a divine artifact?" Zhuang Yu murmured, his voice trembling slightly.
He gripped the divine weapon tightly, feeling the immense power it contained, and his heart was filled with unprecedented confidence.
He knew that with this divine artifact, he would possess even greater power, enough to face any challenge in the future.
Zhuang Yu gently raised the divine artifact, and its light became even more dazzling at that moment, as if the entire world was shaking.
A powerful energy surge emanated from him, spreading outwards like ripples, causing the surrounding cultivators to retreat repeatedly.
Those who had previously coveted the artifact now looked terrified and dared not make any further moves.
"Zhuang Yu, did you really obtain the divine artifact?" Master Zixiao's voice rang out from the crowd, tinged with resentment and jealousy.
His sharp eyes were fixed on Zhuang Yu, a complex light flashing in them.
His disciple Li Ming was even more ashen-faced, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but he dared not make any rash moves, only clenching his teeth tightly.
Zhuang Yu's gaze swept over everyone, his eyes sharp as swords, making people afraid to look directly at him.
He smiled slightly, a smile that carried three parts mockery and seven parts confidence.
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "Gentlemen, this divine artifact now belongs to me. Anyone who dares to covet it again will face my ruthlessness!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the artifact emitted a dazzling light once again, making Zhuang Yu's figure appear even more majestic.
The air around them seemed to freeze; everyone held their breath, afraid to make a sound.
Wang Yao stood behind Zhuang Yu and whispered, "Brother Yu, you're the best."
Master Zixiao clenched his fists, his facial muscles twitching slightly, his heart almost overwhelmed by jealousy and anger.
He gritted his teeth inwardly, plotting a new scheme.
Zhuang Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold. He smiled lightly and said something that shocked everyone: "Master Zixiao, do you think I am not qualified to possess a divine artifact?"
Master Zixiao's expression changed. He was about to speak in rebuttal when he saw Zhuang Yu turn around and leave the scene with Wang Yao.
The light emanating from that divine artifact was like an inextinguishable beacon, illuminating their path ahead.
Master Zixiao watched Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao leave. The light of the divine artifact gradually faded away, like a falling star, but it left a burning flame of jealousy in his heart.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his nails almost dug into his flesh, but he was completely unaware of it.
"This divine artifact should have belonged to me!" he growled through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse, like the roar of a wild beast.
He had stood proudly at the pinnacle of the cultivation world for many years, but now a supreme treasure had fallen into the hands of an unknown boy. How could he tolerate this?
He turned to look at Li Ming beside him. "Li Ming," he said in a low voice, with an unquestionable command, "go and investigate the weakness of that artifact."
Li Ming felt a chill run down his spine. He had witnessed the power of the divine artifact firsthand and was still shaken.
Sending him to investigate the artifact's weaknesses is tantamount to sending him to his death.
But he couldn't disobey his master's orders, so he could only grit his teeth and agree, "Yes, Master." His tone carried a hint of helplessness and fear that he couldn't hide.
He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Master Zixiao's calculating eyes.
Master Zixiao nodded in satisfaction, knowing full well Li Ming's loyalty and fear towards him.
He snorted coldly, as if he could already see the moment the divine artifact fell into his hands and feel its supreme power flowing through his body.
Zhuang Yu took all of this into account.
He seemingly casually led Wang Yao away, but in reality, he was secretly observing Zixiao Zhenren's every move.
A slight, almost imperceptible sneer appeared on his lips.
He deliberately pretended to lose control of the artifact, staggering a few steps, and the light on his body flickered erratically.
This scene was naturally witnessed by Master Zixiao.
He was secretly pleased, thinking that Zhuang Yu really couldn't control the divine artifact.
The greed in his eyes intensified, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
Following Master Zixiao's instructions, Li Ming cautiously approached Zhuang Yu.
He held his breath, trying to suppress his inner fear, and walked towards Zhuang Yu step by step.
"Wang Yao, this artifact... seems to be malfunctioning..." Zhuang Yu's voice trembled slightly, sounding weak and powerless.
Wang Yao supported him with concern, "Brother Yu, are you alright?"
Just as Li Ming approached, Zhuang Yu suddenly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes...
Zhuang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.
Just as Li Ming thought he had succeeded and was about to get close, he suddenly raised his hand, and the divine weapon in his palm burst out with dazzling light, like a raging flame, instantly engulfing Li Ming.
"Ah—!" Li Ming let out a shrill scream. He had no time to react before the light, like a sharp sword, pierced his body.
He fell to the ground like a rag doll that had been thrown out, his body charred black, his clothes tattered, and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The intense pain made him curl up into a ball, howling in agony. His former arrogance had long since vanished.
Zhuang Yu looked at Li Ming's miserable state and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
He glanced at Li Ming with disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.
"Overestimating yourself." He uttered four words casually, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.
This scene caused the surrounding cultivators to gasp in astonishment, and their awe of Zhuang Yu deepened even further.
Master Zixiao's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Seeing his most prized disciple severely injured by Zhuang Yu, he could no longer contain his anger.
He roared, like a raging lion, his body surging with powerful spiritual energy, and charged towards Zhuang Yu with overwhelming fury.
The air seemed to freeze under his immense power, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a biting wind swept through, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly.
"Boy, I'll make you pay the price!" Master Zixiao's voice was like a roar from hell, making the eardrums of the surrounding cultivators ache.
He formed hand seals, and streams of icy spiritual energy, like sharp blades, rushed towards Zhuang Yu, each containing terrifying power capable of destroying a mountain.
Despite the thunderous attack from Master Zixiao, Zhuang Yu remained remarkably calm.
He still held the divine artifact in his hand, which emitted a soft light that enveloped his entire being.
He smiled slightly, a confident curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. He gently waved the divine weapon in his hand, and a screen of light instantly appeared in front of him.
The icy spiritual energy, powerful enough to freeze the air, was easily neutralized the moment it came into contact with the light barrier.
Everyone was shocked to see Zhuang Yu so easily deflect Zi Xiao Zhenren's attack.
Master Zixiao is a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage!
They were so utterly helpless in front of Zhuang Yu.
At this moment, in their eyes, Zhuang Yu seemed to have become an invincible god.
Master Zixiao's expression turned even more unpleasant as he watched his attack being so easily neutralized by Zhuang Yu.
He realized that the young man in front of him was no longer someone he could manipulate at will.
His anger intensified, but at the same time, he felt a growing sense of apprehension.
Zhuang Yu gave Master Zixiao no chance to catch his breath. He raised the divine artifact again, and the light emanating from it was even more dazzling. A suffocating pressure filled the air.
He looked at Master Zixiao, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, and said softly, "Master Zixiao, would you like to try again?"
Looking at Zhuang Yu's calm and confident smile, Master Zixiao felt his anger intensify, but at the same time, he became secretly wary.
His sharp gaze swept back and forth between Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao, finally settling on the mysterious magic weapon in his hand.
This magical artifact emitted an eerie, ghostly light, like the deepest darkness in the night sky, making it impossible to look directly at.
Wang Yao stood beside Zhuang Yu, holding his hand tightly and whispering, "Brother Yu, be careful." Her voice, though soft, was like a warm spring breeze, dispelling the gloom in Zhuang Yu's heart.
Zhuang Yu felt a warmth in his heart as he felt her care and support, which strengthened his resolve to protect the artifact and Wang Yao.
He gently patted Wang Yao's hand. Then, turning to Master Zixiao, his tone carried an undeniable authority: "Master Zixiao, would you like to try again?"
Upon hearing this, Master Zixiao's face darkened. He took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his anger.
He gently stroked the mysterious magical artifact, sneered, and slowly raised his hand. The artifact began to spin automatically in the air, emitting an even stronger eerie aura.
Zhuang Yu looked at the spinning magic weapon in Master Zixiao's hand and became secretly wary.
He knew that Master Zixiao would not give up so easily, and a new challenge was about to begin.
He gripped the divine weapon tightly, feeling the surging power within it.
Master Zixiao revealed a sinister smile, and the magic weapon suddenly trembled in the air, as if it was about to break through the void.
His deep voice rang out, like a curse from the abyss: "Zhuang Yu, why are you forcing me like this..."