The Cultivation World Was a Den of Old Schemers
[By the time Ye Zhi realized it, it was already a beat too late.]
He had no choice but to turn around forcefully, and three bronze shield formations instantly rose up in front of him.
[Click!]
[First side broken.]
[Click!]
[Second side broken.]
[The third bronze array shield had just lit up with its Array Patterns when the black Ghost Claw slammed down on it.]
[Boom!]
Ye Zhi sent flying several feet backward, his blue robe bursting open at the chest to reveal the soft armor beneath.
[Five jet-black claw marks on the soft armor were emanating a chilling aura.]
Ye Zhi groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Hidden in the shadows, you witnessed this scene and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
[Pretty.]
That's so professional.
[First, use five Golden Core cultivators as bait to sacrifice themselves, depleting the opponent's attention and Spiritual Power, forcing them to reveal a weakness.]
[Then, the Nascent Soul Perfection, possessing the highest combat power in the entire arena, struck again with a near-sneak attack.]
This Black-Clad Leader is practically a textbook example of what you'd find in old silver coins.
[You suddenly remembered.]
[That person was only going to kill Han Changqing, Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, and was also carrying a Golden Core Talisman Seal.]
[That Golden Crow Demon Emperor, at the Heavenly Demon Stage, will only transform into Core Condensation Stage cultivator and secretly plot against the Human Race.]
[And this Black-Clad Leader in front of us.]
[To defeat a Nascent Soul Late Stage Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator needs to whittle down their health first.]
[As expected, this cultivation world is Old Silver Coin's stronghold.]
[I went head-to-head with the Household Ancestor Zhao before, and although I won, it was still too reckless compared to them.]
[You, Lu Ping, are still too unstable.]
A tribute to old silver coins!
Learn from old silver coins!
[Affected by the battle between the two Nascent Soul experts, the Spirit-Chaos Lure Array and Spirit-Winding Threads you previously set up are beginning to be activated.]
[The Golden Core Foundation Establishment lying on the ground were actually less affected because their Spiritual Power was stagnant.]
The poison began to slowly spread around the two masters.
[After the Black-Clad Leader in his attack, he should have pressed his advantage and captured Ye Zhi in one fell swoop.]
But then he suddenly sensed something was wrong.
[The Spiritual Power stagnated slightly, and the circulation of Qi and Blood also carried an inexplicable chill.]
[Even the Nascent Soul seemed somewhat gloomy.]
Ye Zhi also felt a sudden, stagnant sensation in his Sea of Consciousness, thinking it was a vicious soul attack hidden within the opponent's palm strike.
[Although the toxicity is still mild, far from being enough to affect the outcome of the match.]
Their eyes met, and both felt a chill run down their spines, yet remained silent, attributing the strange occurrence to the other's treachery.
At this point, there's not much to say.
[Killing the opponent first is the important thing.]
[Ye Zhi a deep breath, a resolute look appearing on his face, and his Spiritual Power changed accordingly.]
The illusory Bronze Mechanism Beast behind him suddenly solidified.
[No longer a phantom, but a solid entity, carrying an aura of desolation from ancient times.]
[The next breath.]
[Click, click...]
The Bronze Mechanism Beast that had just materialized began to disintegrate from the inside out.
[It transformed into hundreds of bronze fragments of varying sizes and shapes, which, like a flock of startled birds, swirled and rose into the air.]
[Immediately afterwards, these fragments changed direction and surged wildly towards Ye Zhi's arms.]
[Apply the pieces one by one, layer by layer.]
[The bronze color quickly faded, transforming into flowing Mithril, which reassembled and shaped on Ye Zhi's arm.]
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhi's arms were replaced by two mechanical arms that gleamed with a cold metallic luster!
["Um?"]
[The Black-Clad Leader finally showed a flicker of emotion.]
He sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from those mechanical arms.
Ye Zhi suddenly took a step forward, disappearing from the spot.
[In a flash, he appeared in front of the Black-Clad Leader.]
[Two silver mechanical arms, accompanied by a piercing shriek tearing through the air, slammed down!]
The Black-Clad Leader's pupils contracted, and he activated his protective aura to its maximum.
[Clang--!]
[The mechanical arm slammed into the dark protective aura, exploding into a blinding burst of sparks.]
The hundreds of fragments covering the mechanical arm began to spin and cut at high speed the moment they came into contact with the protective aura!
[The protective aura Black-Clad Leader was being consumed at a visible rate.]
The Black-Clad Leader's expression changed again.
[Seizing the brief opening after Ye Zhi's attack, he advanced instead of retreating, slamming his palm into Ye Zhi's chest.]
[Bang!]
[Ye Zhi was already injured, and this blow caused the soft armor on his chest to cave in completely.]
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
[But Ye Zhi didn't back down; instead, he revealed a sinister smile.]
He let the blood spill all over the mechanical arm.
[Ye Zhi raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and uttered four words in a hoarse voice.]
["Thousand Machines - Blood Dissolution."]
[Boom!]
A violent aura surged from Ye Zhi's body.
The Black-Clad Leader could no longer maintain his composure.
[He stared at Ye Zhi, who seemed to have gone mad, and his voice shrieked.]
"You're crazy!"
[Hidden in the shadows, you witnessed this scene, and your eyelids twitched.]
[This thing doesn't sound like a proper Cultivation Method at all.]
[Burning Essence Blood in exchange for a brief burst of power.]
[Kill a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own...]
[No, judging by this, this is probably a forbidden technique that kills eight hundred enemies but also inflicts twelve thousand casualties on the user.]
[The elder of the Thousand Mechanisms Sect, who previously seemed like a sage, turned out to be a ruthless person.]
[As expected, none of the Nascent Soul Cultivators are easy to deal with.]
The Black-Clad Leader was afraid.
He could lose, he could retreat, but he didn't want to be dragged down with a madman to their deaths.
[Just then, Ye Zhi's left arm suddenly exploded.]
[The entire mechanical arm shattered into countless blood-red fragments, hurtling towards the Black-Clad Leader at close range.]
[The Black-Clad Leader roared, his black robe billowing, and layers of protective spiritual light unfolded around him.]
But the distance is too close.
[Crimson fragments rained down on the protective aura.]
[First layer broken.]
[Second layer fragments.]
The third floor was riddled with holes.
The Black-Clad Leader forcibly retreated.
A fragment pierced through the light and pierced his abdomen.
[Another bullet grazed his face, leaving a bloody gash on his cheek.]
More fragments became embedded in his chest and shoulder.
The Black-Clad Leader finally let out a muffled groan.
He was injured, seriously injured.
[Options pop up.]
[A: Keep lying in wait, let the bullets fly a little longer.]
[B: Now! Strike while the iron is hot! Cooperate with Ye Zhi and kill this Nascent Soul Perfection!]
[C: Rush out and shout, "Stop! Stop fighting!" Then, unleash a Rainmaking Art, unleashing a torrential downpour to calm the two Nascent Soul cultivators down.]