PFC Chapter 280 Battle Against a Half-Step Martial Venerable!
Chapter 280 Battle Against a Half-Step Martial Venerable!
The Phantom Tower, the twenty-first floor.
The space suddenly opened up, the dome was over ten feet high, and the four walls shimmered with a dark metallic luster.
The air was stagnant, as if made of iron, and an invisible pressure pressed down from the front, as if to crush the intruder into dust.
Li Wudao looked up.
Thirty feet away, a humanoid puppet, three feet tall and entirely dark gold, stood silently.
The puppet's eyes were closed, its arms hanging limply, and no aura was leaking out, yet a sense of mountainous weight permeated the air.
An invisible pressure, like a biting gale, swept over him from a great distance, making his hair dance wildly and his clothes flutter even without wind.
That oppressive aura far surpassed that of a Martial King, yet it didn't reach the level of a Martial Venerable.
If I had to say, I'd say I'm at the "half-step Venerable Realm".
"We've finally reached this hurdle."
Li Wudao took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Jiang Churan stopped at this hurdle.
She possessed the bearing of an emperor, a future peerless empress; even she was defeated.
This demonstrates just how difficult this level is.
However, this also means—
If he can overcome this obstacle, all doubts will vanish and be dispelled without a trace!
He can also use this to establish his authority and deter certain petty people.
Furthermore, he had already revealed his Pure Yang Sacred Body in the previous battle with Yang Qiong, so there was no longer any need to hide it.
Since that's the case, he might as well do his best to demonstrate his value and make the sect take him seriously.
After all, the resources and influence that a Saint Body with unlimited potential can obtain are absolutely incomparable to those of an ordinary disciple.
Therefore, he must overcome this hurdle!
"Om-"
As if sensing his fighting spirit, the dark gold puppet suddenly opened its eyes!
A crimson light burst forth!
Without any prelude or probing, the puppet's massive body transformed into a dark golden afterimage, instantly covering a distance of thirty feet!
A fist the size of a millstone tore through the air and crashed down with a shrill whistle that seemed to shatter mountains and split the earth!
"Well done! Let's see whose fist is harder!"
Instead of retreating, Li Wudao advanced, clenching his right fist, and his pure Yang Qi and blood erupted!
A punch to meet it!
"Boom——!!!"
The moment their fists collided, the entire twenty-first floor trembled violently!
A visible circular shockwave exploded, cracking the ground inch by inch, and the rubble was pulverized by the scorching heat before it could even be kicked up!
"Crack!"
The ground beneath Li Wudao's feet suddenly collapsed, and his legs sank more than a foot deep.
His right fist ripped open, blood splattered and dripped down.
The dark gold puppet on the other side was also knocked back three steps by the punch.
Upon closer inspection, a clear indentation was clearly visible on its seemingly indestructible fist surface!
"Damn, that's hard!"
Li Wudao shook his aching and numb fist, grimacing in pain.
He began to have doubts.
I don't know what materials this puppet was made of, but even his Pure Yang Holy Body suffered minor injuries. It's incredibly tough.
Outside the tower, in the plaza.
Countless disciples and elders held their breath, staring intently at the twenty-first floor of the tower.
"Boom——"
The tower was shaking violently at that moment, and the ancient patterns on its surface flickered, emitting a chilling energy fluctuation.
The disciples watched with trepidation and uncertainty.
"Look at the extent of the tower's shaking... it's even more intense than when Senior Sister Jiang was clearing the level!"
"It's really... even outside, you can vaguely feel the terrifying impact."
"To be honest, I tried to challenge this level when I was at the peak of the Martial King realm, but I was beaten so badly that I couldn't even get out of bed for ten days after just five moves..."
"Huh?! Even someone with the strength of one of Senior Brother Wu's top ten disciples can't do that, then... could Junior Brother Li have been beaten to death?"
"Don't tell me, it's really possible."
.........
Jiang Churan stood quietly at the front of the crowd, dressed in white, her beauty as ethereal as a fairy.
She gazed up at the tower, a complex emotion flickering deep within her cool eyes.
She knew better than anyone else how terrifying that puppet was.
Near-perfect combat instincts, flawless defense, and power that is ferocious to the extreme.
She activated her Azure Phoenix bloodline and used a secret technique from her past life, fighting fiercely for fifty-seven breaths, but ultimately lost due to exhaustion of her spiritual power.
And now, Li Wudao is facing the same opponent.
How long can he hold on?
At this moment, the tower shook violently again.
"boom--!!"
This time, the entire Illusionary Demon Tower swayed slightly!
The texture on the surface of the twenty-first layer changed from bluish-gray to reddish-gold, as if some extremely yang and powerful force was erupting inside!
"This aura...it's so intense!"
"It's like... a great furnace! What exactly happened inside?"
One of the peak masters, with keen senses, noticed something and cried out in alarm.
In mid-air, a glint of shrewdness flashed in the turbid eyes of Ancestor Nangong Cheng: "Such domineering blood and qi power!"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Xia Gucheng, whose expression remained calm, and said:
"Old Xia, that's not fair of you... You must know something about that kid's background, otherwise, given your personality, you would never have taken him as your apprentice..."
However, no matter how much he pressed for answers...
Xia Gucheng did not answer, but simply picked up the wine gourd and drank, looking relaxed and content.
"Old Xia, don't play dumb..."
This made Nangong Cheng, the most senior ancestor of the Xuantian Sect, furious and almost cursing.
"......"
Murong Yan smiled without saying a word.
He naturally knew what that power of qi and blood was all about, but after thinking about it, he decided not to tell Nangong Cheng for the time being.
Based on his understanding of this senior uncle, if he knew that Li Wudao possessed the Pure Yang Holy Body, he would definitely make a big fuss and make the whole sect know about it.
This is a situation he does not want.
The Pure Yang Holy Body is of great importance, concerning the future of the sect. Before Li Wudao has matured, he prefers to keep him hidden.
However, his concerns were somewhat unnecessary.
His memory was still stuck a few months ago, on the battle between Li Wudao and Shen Ming, and he was unaware of Li Wudao's true combat strength now.
They also didn't know that Li Wudao's battle with Yang Qiong had already exposed his Sacred Body.
Before long, the entire Eastern Wilderness will know that his Xuantian Sect has produced a high-level Saint Body.
After all, the truth will come out.
.........
Inside the tower.
"Roar--!"
The dark gold golem's crimson eyes blazed with light, as if it had been thoroughly enraged!
It unleashed both fists simultaneously, the force of its punches condensing into a tangible dark golden aura, like two raging dragons slashing towards it!
A phantom image flashed in Li Wudao's eyes.
Double pupils, activate!
In an instant, the puppet's fierce attacks seemed to slow down several times over in his eyes.
He moved like lightning, narrowly navigating the gap between the two opposing forces, while simultaneously pointing his fingers like a sword through the air!
The crimson-gold sword energy pierced through the air, precisely striking the sluggish joint on the puppet's right shoulder.
"clang--!"
The sound of metal clashing and sparks flying!
The puppet swayed slightly, and the dark gold luster at its right shoulder joint dimmed noticeably!