Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Two – Midday Blade Strike (2/2)
The female warrior was silent.
“He is my student,” Pu Yao said calmly. The black robe on his body seemed to flap in the wind, his black hair like countless snakes dancing. In the dark red bloody eye, the eerie red light slowly started to spin. His tone was as calm as usual. “To follow Daren in the past, I did not complete my Teacher’s final wish. Daren, instead I fulfilled my promise to you. I cannot finish Teacher’s last wish, but I cannot let Teacher’s line of succession break in my hands. Zuo Mo is my student. Daren, if you are going to put this ball and chain on my student’s body, please do so after stepping over my corpse.”
The cold voice landed in the sea of consciousness. Black flames came out of the ground and turned to curving snakes of fire that gathered from all directions below Pu Yao’s feet.
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Ming Jue Zi suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking. He stared at the prison battlefield. Beside him, Su Wei’s expression changed as well.
Covered in the formation, the prison battlefield lit up with a dark red light. This patch of red light was massive and almost covered the entire prison battlefield. Ming Jue Zi and Su Wei exchanged a lot, and found shock in each other’s eyes.
“Such powerful fire yao arts!” Su Wei was frazzled.
Due to the formations outside the prison battlefield, the presence that leaked out was not strong. However, the pure fire contained in this thread of presence made every spectator change their expression.
“Fire yao art … …” Ming Jue Zi murmured soullessly. His expression was very strange, his eyes shocked and puzzled. He paid far more attention to Xiao Mo Ge than Su Wei did, and knew much more information than Su Wei.
The strange Wasteland Beast Chessboard, the strange yao art problems, the strange yao art cages, adding on fire yao arts now … …
How many yao arts did Xiao Mo Ge really know?
He was so young, how had he cultivated?
Everything that Ming Jue Zi thought was common knowledge seemed to be completely upended by this mystery person.
Who was he?
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Yu Zi Zhou raised his head to look at the sky filled with red light in the prison battlefield. His expression became serious. He had regretted being late and to not have been the first to challenge Xiao Mo Ge. Before today, Xiao Mo Ge was just a dancing clown in his eyes. If it was not for Miss Ji Li Yu, he definitely would not waste time on such a minor character.
But such powerful yao fire arts!
He had just finished registering with Hong and was at the edge of the prison battlefield. The pure fire yao art presence spilling out of the prison battlefield shocked him.
“Hong, send one in.”
A deep voice came from inside the prison battlefield. The speaker seemed to be suppressing something.
“Alright, Daren.” Hong seemed to wake up from a dream, turning to Yu Ji Zhou and saying, “Mister, you may enter.”
Yu Zi focused his attention. He did not dare to slack off, his consciousness at full power as he stepped forward with a grave expression.
The scenery in front of him changed.
The surroundings were bright red as though he was submerged in molten metal. Invisible heat waves blew against him. His expression changed. Such strong fire yao art! He had to channel his powers to withstand these terrifying heat waves. His expression became even more grave.
As one of the Jade Clan, he was not afraid of fire. However, he was forced to use his powers to just stay here up so he recognized how powerful it was.
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Zuo Mo stared with blood red eyes at Yu Zi Zhou in front of him. His entire body was inside a golden flame. The pain of burning tore at his nerves.
He could clearly feel the pure flame slowly permeating his consciousness. His consciousness seemed to shun these flames. Yet the golden flames were domineering and forcibly permeated his consciousness thread by thread.
What was this thing?
He gritted his teeth and bore the pain. The rich and tyrannical power occupied his entire body and the pain was like thousands of ants chewing on his body, especially his palms and back.
Zuo Mo had to focus his attention on the enemy in front of him. This way, it seemed that the pain he felt would lessen.
He gathered all the strength in his body, and the Midday Blade in his hand viciously struck at Yu Zi Zhou!
Midday Blade Strike!
The sky was full of wind and fire that howled as it shot at Yu Zi Zhou!
Yu Zi Zhou’s expression changed slightly. With a cold snort, his left leg shifted back slightly, his hands made a shape as they were holding a large ball, and drew a perfect circle with ease in front of his chest.
If Su Wei and the others saw this scene, they would have exclaimed, the ultimate defensive technique of Yu Zi Zhou—[Interconnected Jade Rings]!
An ultimate move right at the start! Without time to think, Yu Zi Zhou instinctively used the strongest defensive yao art he could do!
One created two, two created four … …
In a flash, rings of light covered Yu Zi Zhou.
Pew pew pew!
The storm of fire hit the rings of light, and both were destroyed. Rains of fire continuously landed on the rings of light, and rings of light were continuously destroyed. But the number of light rings did not lessen. Instead they increased, and became more numerous!
Zuo Mo felt there was an unstoppable flood inside his body that spread along his left hand and was going to burst from his left palm.
He did not even think before slamming his palm towards the thick rings of light.
Translator Ramblings: We finally get to learn what really happened to Pu Yao, but Zuo Mo still is ignorant as he goes on berserk rage. I’m not sure what is going on with Qinghua Xue’s flowers but she seems to have only done as much as what the flowers told her so she had nothing left after Zuo Mo destroyed the flowers. She had no cards in the back of her hand like Zuo Mo does with the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art.