In truth, he had been concealing his strength during the battle in Yan Province.
He had fought Ma Luping, one of the eight great generals. If he was only a Six-leaf cultivator, how could he have fought the Eight-leaf cultivator, Ma Luping, who had been through many battles?
He was confident, but he had not lost his mind.
During the 49 days he had been guarding the quagmire, he had been cultivating at all times.
The quagmire was the best place. Not only did it give him a chance to come back to life, but it also gave him a chance to break through. Yu Shangrong, who had returned to the Eight-leaf stage, felt as though he had regained his strength.
His speed was almost at his peak.
At the same time, spears with purple radiant rings shot toward Yu Shangrong.
At this moment, Yu Shangrong vanished.
Bazir's heart sank. He was extremely excited.
Although he had killed countless people and faced countless enemies, he did not dare to underestimate Yu Shangrong. He no longer dared to underestimate Yu Shangrong.
In the next second, silhouettes filled the skies.
Bam! Bam!
Bam! The silhouettes swung their Longevity Swords with all their might.
"Snowy Sky Mountain."
The falling of the spear was like falling snow.
Slashing snow was only one of the ways Yu Shangrong had practiced his sword skills since he was young.
That was why … he acted so nonchalant, as if it was nothing.
Pick, stab, flick, hack, hook, point, cut, scissor … All the basic movements of swordsmanship were vividly displayed by the silhouettes in the skies.
The purple radiant rings were sliced in half by the Longevity Swords as though they were watermelons. They vanished into thin air.
The spears broke and fell into the 100,000-foot-deep abyss.
Bazir's eyes burned as he stared at the silhouettes in the skies. He waved his staff.
"Guard."
A radiant ring that was clearly different from the other purple regions spread out with Bazir in the center. At the same time, it brought with it a miniature screen in the sky.
The shamans were shrouded in a three-dimensional screen that shone with purplish-red light.
…
Young Yu Zhenghai held Yu Shangrong's scabbard with a burning gaze in his eyes. This was the power and cultivation base that he desired. He had imagined all sorts of ultimate powers. However, when Yu Shangrong unleashed his full strength, everything he knew was overturned.
He was in a daze. He remembered the fights he had on the streets when he was young. He remembered his brother Ping An, the hardships he had to endure when he was sold to Lou Lan, and the steamed buns he had to fight to fill his stomach. He longed for the day when he could also become a powerful cultivator. Only then would they not be trampled in the mud and bullied by others.
He craved power more than anyone else …
Young Yu Zhenghai widened his eyes as he looked at the energy swords that filled the skies.
"So powerful!"
It was a pity …
At this moment, Yu Shangrong was focused on dealing with the purple witchcraft. He did not hear the sincere praise.
The moment the Snowy Mountain ended, the spears and purple halos that filled the sky were destroyed by the countless energy swords. They were destroyed and dispersed.
Buzz!
When Yu Shangrong landed, he summoned his avatar.
The huge 100-foot-tall Dharma Body waved its golden palms.
The sorcerers looked up and exclaimed,
"How is this possible?"
Boom!
The avatar's huge golden palm descended!
The purple barrier rippled and spread into the surroundings. Yu Shangrong stood before himself with his Longevity Sword in hand. He placed two fingers on the blade as he calmly controlled his avatar.
He was like a ferocious tiger waiting to attack. As soon as the barrier shattered, he would immediately pounce over.
Basil was frightened and ordered, "Go!
He ordered, "Sacrifice."
Two of the sorcerers leaped into the center of the barrier without any hesitation. Their bodies burned.
The purple barrier became stronger and thicker … When the purple gathered to a certain extent, the color of the barrier became black.
It was so purple that it was almost black.
Boom!
The huge avatar slammed down again.
The halo rippled, and the ripples spread out.
When Yu Shangrong saw the purple barrier growing stronger, he smiled faintly. "Interesting."
He tossed his Longevity Sword into the air.
The Longevity Sword shot down and hovered in the air.
It flew in front of the avatar and hovered between its palms.
The avatar gripped the Longevity Sword with both hands.
The Longevity Sword shone brightly. It was shrouded by a huge energy sword and formed a huge energy sword with the Longevity Sword as its core.
Basil's face was flushed. His eyes were filled with shock.
"An avatar can be used like this?"
"I've truly underestimated you."
Bam!
The avatar grabbed the energy sword and stabbed it down.
The energy sword easily pierced through the purple barrier.
The purple barrier shattered!
"It's over! Stand back! "
Someone shouted loudly.
Basil gripped his scepter tightly. His body blurred as he retreated 1,000 meters away.
The remaining shamans were not as lucky.
The moment Yu Shangrong's avatar vanished, the Longevity Sword returned to his hand.
He smiled faintly and charged forward.
Energy swords shot out. In just an instant, dozens of people were dismembered by the Longevity Sword. Severed limbs and blood rained down from the sky.
The witchcraft cultivators fled in all directions.
…
"Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 10 merit points."
"Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 10 merit points."
The notifications rang in Lu Zhou's ears like a bubbling pool. He was puzzled.
He raised his head and looked outside Dazheng Palace.
After ten consecutive lucky draws, he found it difficult to calm down and continue his lucky draws.
Lu Zhou walked out of Dazheng Palace with his hands on his back.
He looked to the west.
The sun was setting.
Half the sky was dyed red by the setting sun.
More than two months had passed, and there was still no news of Yu Zhenghai.
He wondered how Yu Shangrong was doing.
He stroked his beard as he wondered if he, as the master, should trust his disciple more?
After all, they were the cream of the crop among the Eight-leaf cultivators.
When he thought about this, he muttered to himself, "I hope he won't disappoint me."
…
Above the 100,000-foot-deep abyss.
After a round of battle.
Both sides faced each other from a distance. The surroundings were silent.
In this battle, they had lost 100 witchcraft cultivators. It was a heavy loss.
Yu Shangrong's strength exceeded Basil's expectations.
Basil's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Yu Shangrong.
The air was heavy. The faint scent of blood lingered in the air.
After a long moment of silence, Basil said, "You're very powerful."
"And?"
"If you hadn't killed me earlier, perhaps, I would've retreated and acted as though nothing had happened. However, with so many dead, I can't answer to the king, the royal capital, and the king's family," Basil said.
Yu Shangrong did not say anything.
The young man, Yu Zhenghai, was not afraid at all. He laughed and said, "Why do you think your lives are important and mine isn't? Why are others allowed to die, but you can't? Why are you allowed to answer for yourself, but others can't? "
"…" Basil looked at Yu Zhenghai.
'What a sharp-tongued young man.'
In this world, Yu Zhenghai hated the people of Lou Lan the most.
"Senior brother." Yu Zhenghai's tone turned solemn and sincere.
"Hm?"
"Kill them for me!" Yu Zhenghai's body radiated killing intent.
He did not know if Yu Shangrong would agree to his request. However, he had no other choice at this moment.
He had to follow his heart.
He turned to look at Yu Shangrong who was wielding his Longevity Sword.
After a moment of silence, Yu Shangrong glanced to the side and smiled. Then, he calmly replied, "As you wish."
"…"
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