Chapter 315: 扬名

Fake madness turned into true madness!

Lu Chenzhou did not even use his greatest advantage, his bloodline divine ability, but instead continuously exchanged blows with Wang Yu. This led to large areas around the Law Enforcement Hall in Evil God's Square collapsing. Numerous buildings were destroyed by the aftermath of their fight. The shrewd onlookers, who had been hiding in other shops to observe, were astonished to find that the seemingly effective protective barriers could not block the wider impact.

They instinctively wanted to call out to the shop owners, but when they looked, they found their respective shops empty, with no one but other observing cultivators inside. Indeed. This was the sect's inner region; who could have known such a shocking battle would occur, and that no one would come to stop it? It was truly strange! By the time they began to flee, many had already been affected. Under such widespread power, Qi Cultivation disciples died on impact, and even Foundation Establishment deacons were severely injured, vomiting blood.

After about a third of an incense stick's time, Wang Yu and the maddened Lu Chenzhou grappled together. Their hands were braced against each other's shoulders, their heads collided, and they were locked in a struggle of brute strength! Every time they exerted force, the ground beneath them would sink.

Wang Yu's consciousness was remarkably clear. Upon sensing Lu Chenzhou's bloodlust, he immediately realized this was an opportunity brought by the battle. Since cultivating the Lesser Asura Killing Fist, he had only encountered the killing intent left by the ancient Asura Sword Venerable on stone tablets, aside from the killing intent he cultivated himself. During that period, his cultivation had been incredibly fast. Now, fighting Lu Chenzhou, he could deeply perceive another kind of killing intent, rapidly improving his Killing Fist mastery. In a way, the more substantial his killing intent, the more powerful the Lesser Asura Killing Fist became; it was a type of divine ability that could grow.

Lu Chenzhou, in his extreme madness, continued to clash with Wang Yu physically. However, Wang Yu had the enhancement and protection of a bloodline true artifact. With every punch, a large amount of blood would gush from Lu Chenzhou's fist, yet Wang Yu felt fine, trusting the dragon armor's defense.

And so, when Lu Chenzhou's hands revealed stark white bones, the intense pain seemed to drive him further into a frenzy. The mental attacks of the Killing Fist were entirely borne by his own consciousness, while his body was controlled by instinct, as if releasing a terrifying blood fiend. Substantial blood continuously surged from his opponent's body, gradually forming a blood-beast outer shell and taking on a quadrupedal form.

The blood fiend roared skyward, a fierce wind sweeping forth. Its shovel-like claws suddenly slammed down. Wang Yu raised his arm to block, launching a punch through the air that manifested a Nether Demonic Dragon, sending Lu Chenzhou flying. Stamping his foot, he leaped up fiercely, each punch and kick shattering the air. As his blows landed on Lu Chenzhou, the blood-beast outer shell was continuously torn apart, the blood flowing out far exceeding what a human should possess.

Wang Yu was immersed in the visceral thrill of a body cultivator's close-quarters combat. Killing intent surged in his heart. His Lesser Asura Killing Fist advanced by leaps and bounds, the half-form of Asura coalescing behind him becoming increasingly real and terrifying. With another powerful kick, Lu Chenzhou was driven into a deep pit in the ground. His aura weakened for a moment, then a towering column of blood erupted, and just as the blood fiend he had transformed into began to expand, a commanding voice rang out:

"—Enough!"

Wang Yu's body stiffened, the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul Patriarch intensely bearing down, paralyzing him instantly. Lu Chenzhou, however, was a fraction of a second slower. He opened his mouth and spat out a bloody streak of light, sending Wang Yu flying before he himself was stunned by the pressure!

"Old dog!" Wang Yu was furious inside. The Malevolent Demonic Dragon Armor retracted into his body. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, knowing that the opponent's deliberate delay was clearly intended to give Lu Chenzhou a chance to retaliate. The newcomer then revealed his true form in mid-air. It was none other than the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord, a Blood Dao magnate at the third layer of Nascent Soul.

He grabbed Lu Chenzhou, and the blood-beast outer shell visibly receded. The restored Lu Chenzhou's expression was grim, glaring fiercely at Wang Yu. But then the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord spoke: "Lu Chenzhou, you have committed such a grave crime in Evil God's Square, do you admit your guilt?"

Lu Chenzhou landed on the ground, decisively kneeling down. He kowtowed and said, "This disciple admits his guilt."

"Good, then you are punished to cultivate in seclusion in the Blood Pavilion for a hundred years. You are not allowed to emerge until you form your Nascent Soul."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chenzhou felt deeply uncomfortable, wanting to say something but not daring to. He could only lower his head obediently, secretly glancing at Wang Yu from the corner of his eye.

The Blood Underworld Mountain Lord then turned to Wang Yu. "Wang Yu, do you admit your guilt?"

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes, looked up, and said, "What crime have I committed! Lu Chenzhou went on a killing spree in Evil God's Square, attempting to assassinate Zhuo Shouqing, and even destroyed the Five Elements Saint-Passing Array. I merely stopped this fiend to prevent him from causing more slaughter."

The Blood Underworld Mountain Lord's eyes widened. "Still dare to quibble! If not for your struggle, how could Evil God's Square have suffered such severe damage? See for yourself!" At this moment, the upper part of Evil God's Square was almost completely destroyed, and the ground, which had sunk dozens of meters compared to other areas, was even more indescribable.

However, it was impossible for Wang Yu to admit guilt; even if he had no reason, he would fight for it, let alone when he had good reason. Moreover, when that old bastard appeared just now, he had deliberately allowed the blood-beast-transformed Lu Chenzhou to strike him. After all, Lu Chenzhou was a peak Core Formation genius, and the injuries Wang Yu sustained this time were not light. With such obvious malice, how could Wang Yu fall into his hands? With a thought, he took out the command token given by the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon.

"Senior Blood Underworld Mountain Lord, the damage here should be the responsibility of Zhuo Shouqing and Lu Chenzhou. What do you think?" Even though Wang Yu wished to kill this guy with a single punch, the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord's cultivation suppressed him like an overturning sky, leaving him with no ability to resist. To move freely and even counterattack under Nascent Soul pressure, either his mental cultivation needed to break through to the next realm, or his spiritual sense needed to break through to the fourth stage, truly gaining the power to retaliate. Otherwise, engaging a Nascent Soul cultivator was never a wise choice. Throughout ancient history, there might have been instances of Qi Cultivation cultivators defeating Foundation Establishment ones, and Foundation Establishment cultivators battling Core Formation ones, but there was absolutely no record of Core Formation cultivators slaying Nascent Soul ones. Even with fourth-tier magical artifacts and methods, it was nearly impossible to achieve such a feat. Therefore, aside from enduring, his only option was to reveal some of his backing to make the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord retreat in difficulty. Wang Yu also had protectors; how could he be manipulated at will?!

As expected, upon seeing the Demonic Flood Dragon Token, the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord's pupils sharply contracted. "My young friend is actually one of King Blood蛟's people. I was too slow to intervene just now, allowing that fellow to injure my young friend, which was truly improper."

The Blood Underworld Mountain Lord's expression changed like flipping a book; his previous hostility came and went quickly. Wang Yu was displeased but did not retort further. It was best to stop while he was ahead! Just as he had to consider the Black Heaven Talisman Lord's face, he also had to consider the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord's face, especially since the latter was more petty and had to be guarded against.

At this moment, Zhuo Shouqing emerged from some corner, his eyes studying Wang Yu in surprise for a while before he cupped his hands to the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord and said, "This matter started because of me. For some unknown reason, Senior Brother Lu killed a fellow disciple on the street. I kindly tried to help, but unexpectedly he misunderstood and fought fiercely in the Law Enforcement Hall. Please let this junior bear the losses of Evil God's Square."

"Very well." Hearing someone volunteer to bear the losses, the Blood Underworld Mountain Lord was satisfied. He took Lu Chenzhou and, his figure transforming into a streak of bloody light, returned to Blood Underworld Peak. Judging by his attitude, it was certainly a minor punishment to serve as a warning.

Meanwhile, as the Evil God's Square's array barrier disappeared, disciples and deacons from other squares poured in one after another. Only a few came to watch the excitement; most were heading for the ruins. Zhuo Shouqing was helpless at this sight; he couldn't prevent this from happening, so he said to Wang Yu, "Let's go first."

"Alright." There were still matters to discuss between the two. Zhuo Shouqing only hoped to settle things as soon as possible and didn't want to let Wang Yu leave, fearing other complications.

Within the Anti-Spirit Blood Sect's mountain gate, Wang Yu and Lu Chenzhou's great battle had lasted for a considerable time, at least almost an incense stick's worth. Naturally, it was witnessed by many, especially the various peak elders who made brief appearances, discussing it animatedly.

"This old man observes that this child seems to have also cultivated body refining techniques, and like his cultivation, it has reached the early third stage. Does this not mean he has already condensed divine marrow?!"

"Old Man Mu, you're lacking in experience there. That's not just early third stage; he's long reached the middle stage, even nearing the late stage. Such terrifying physical talent far surpasses his cultivation aptitude!"

"Hehe—"

"And you still have the nerve to criticize Old Man Mu! Don't you know that Wang Yu has cultivated the Demonic Embryo Profound Origin Secret Incantation, and even the Lesser Talisman Lord Luo Chen was slain by him? It's hard to say it wasn't for the Heavenly Yin Spiritual Root!"

"Hiss, there's even such a secret."

Regardless of how these elders speculated about Wang Yu's background, for the lower-level cultivators, Wang Yu had certainly made a name for himself. Previously, they only heard his name but never saw him. Now that they've seen him, he's even fiercer than rumored. In the ruins of Evil God's Square, a Qi Cultivation disciple exclaimed as he scrambled and fell into the ruins, attracting the attention of fellow disciples who were also "treasure hunting."

He awkwardly explained, "The fist marks left by Elder Wang seem to carry mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with terrifying killing intent remaining… I was momentarily unaware, momentarily unaware…" After repeatedly apologizing, a thought struck him. If he could use a magic artifact to collect and store some of the residual killing intent, it might become his trump card, capable of a fatal blow at a crucial moment. He had personally experienced the fear of having his mind shaken, and now he became instantly excited. "An opportunity! A great opportunity!"

Wang Yu, of course, was unaware that he had grown to a point where he could be a source of opportunity for others. After leaving with Zhuo Shouqing, they went together to his cave dwelling on Cold Blood Peak. The truth was, Zhuo Shouqing had nowhere else to go; he even planned to temporarily reside with Wang Yu. This made Wang Yu quite helpless.

Ever since leaving Evil God's Square, he had felt that about a third of the Nether River Contract had dissipated, clearly indicating that the contract acknowledged this life-saving grace. Without this guarantee, Zhuo Shouqing had lost more than half of his trust in Wang Yu. On the way to Wang Yu's cave dwelling, he continuously contacted others using his sound transmission jade slip. Soon after, at the base of Cold Blood Peak, the Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator Huang Jiu appeared. After nodding to Wang Yu and Zhuo Shouqing, he followed the latter. This action seemed to greatly enhance Zhuo Shouqing's sense of security. Wang Yu tsked, but said nothing more. The three-person party smoothly returned to the Cold Blood Cave dwelling.

In the conference hall, Wang Yu seized the initiative, having completely forgotten about the Blood Abyss matter that had been on his mind. "Speak, how do you want to negotiate?"