Chapter 120 Tribulation Lightning
The golden and white light collided once more, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy. The two moved simultaneously, yet remained cautious, each hesitant to attack. The one who strikes first is usually more likely to reveal a weakness, and when facing someone of similar strength, the first choice is always to play it safe. In contrast to Ya Feiyu's relaxed demeanor, Cen Dao knew he had no chance of winning against Ya Feiyu. He would need to employ various tactics to possibly defeat her, but if Ya Feiyu truly wished him dead, then he would certainly have no chance of survival.
However, this possibility is almost zero. Cen Dao thought that Ya Feiyu's identity was special. Not to mention whether the Tianyu Clan would be punished by heaven for killing a god, when a god dies, his golden core will explode, and the spiritual power that will surge out will be extremely destructive. Ya Feiyu certainly wouldn't dare to gamble on whether he could withstand the impact on his own.
This was Cen Dao's last trump card against Ya Feiyu.
Now it all seems so pathetic and laughable. Cen Dao curled his lips in self-deprecation. In his past life, he would never have needed to resort to such petty tricks to barely have a chance of winning against Ya Feiyu. Not to mention Ya Feiyu, even if the Divine Heaven Dao came, he would have to bow down and submit to him.
I've had a truly miserable life, but it doesn't matter. As long as I kill Ya Feiyu, the biggest source of trouble, everything should be back to normal.
He can then return to his original position and continue to be the protagonist, high above everyone else.
Thinking this, every unrelated emotion that rose in his heart transformed into a murderous intent for revenge. He unceremoniously chose to overdraw his spiritual power, finally finding satisfaction in seeing a hint of panic and helplessness in Ya Feiyu's silver eyes. Just as he had expected, Ya Feiyu indeed wouldn't let him die; perhaps, at the moment he was about to self-destruct, she would extend a helping hand.
At that moment, all that's needed is to take advantage of a moment when Ya Feiyu is off guard, pull out the hidden dagger from your sleeve, and stab it into Ya Feiyu's abdomen...
Extract his golden core, and he will not only defeat Ya Feiyu, but also obtain the Phoenix Inner Core of the Tianyu Clan!
"I will definitely kill you, Ya Feiyu!" he roared, his body bursting with white spiritual power as he lunged at Ya Feiyu.
The latter had anticipated this, flapping his wings behind him and easily creating a considerable distance between them. The sea breeze scraped against his delicate skin like a sharp blade, and Ya Feiyu's eyes were filled with vigilance and wariness. Cen Dao was not about to let him off easily; having already resolved to drag Ya Feiyu down with him even in death, he attacked with exceptional recklessness, without considering the consequences for himself. Spiritual energy condensed in his palm, gradually forming a dazzling white sphere of light. The sphere possessed an extremely strong absorption force, and for a moment, Ya Feiyu felt as if a large portion of his spiritual energy support had been lost. His brows furrowed slightly. If it weren't for the abundant spiritual energy inherent in the Tianyu clan, he probably wouldn't even be able to support the operation of his wings in his current state.
What's this……
As Ya Feiyu's spiritual power was gradually absorbed, Cen Dao's spiritual power was rising at a visible speed, his body radiating a brilliant white light. Seeing the astonishment in Ya Feiyu's eyes, this undoubtedly satisfied Cen Dao's morbid curiosity. He curled his lips into a smile, full of wicked mockery, displaying the arrogant and superior demeanor of a victor.
"Are you still my opponent now, Ya Feiyu?" He wasn't really confident about these words. Unlike his own ascension through altering his destiny, Ya Feiyu was originally a descendant of gods, with the blood of the Tianyu Clan flowing through his veins. The Ya Feiyu before him wasn't in his fully awakened bloodline form; he might even only possess one percent of his original power. But even so, he was having a very hard time dealing with him.
Ya Feiyu didn't speak, but frowned, her silver eyes unfathomable. After a long while, she pursed her lips and said, "You're crazy."
As if he had heard a funny joke, Cen Dao burst into laughter. "Crazy? Perhaps. The moment I fell into the demonic path, I was already blinded by anger."
Ya Feiyu had never had even the slightest hope of persuading the other party to turn back, so this answer was entirely within his expectations. He tightened his grip on his longsword. "The tide rises—"
Suddenly, a chilling light flashed in his silvery eyes, and his seemingly compassionate expression vanished, replaced by coldness. Cen Dao stared in astonishment. The longsword in Ya Feiyu's hand responded to the call of spiritual power, emitting a series of hums. Cen Dao heard the sound of waves and looked down to see a whirlpool forming on the deep sea of blood, as if it were about to swallow the heavens and the earth.
"This—" All words caught in his throat for a moment, and Cen Dao was filled with terror. It was clear that he had absorbed most of Ya Feiyu's spiritual power. Leaving aside whether he was even capable of doing so now, manipulating heaven and earth was a privilege only he possessed. Why could Ya Feiyu so easily make the ocean respond to his call?!
This isn't right, and it's not fair!
But Cen Dao no longer had the energy to ponder the intricacies of the matter. Ya Feiyu waved his hand, and a towering wave suddenly surged behind him, obscuring the blood-red moonlight. For a moment, only Ya Feiyu's silver eyes were clearly visible. He spoke slowly, his voice chilling to the extreme, like a supreme god arrogantly pronouncing the death sentence of an ant: "Fall."
The seawater behind him suddenly crashed down like a raging wave. Cen Dao's eyes widened, and he only came to his senses when the wave was right in front of him. He tried to gather his spiritual power to block it, but it was all in vain. He was suddenly swept into the deep sea along with the seawater.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Ya Feiyu pondered for a long while, and the sea remained strangely calm.
"Master?" Ye Chi flew up on his sword and gently grasped Ya Feiyu's fluttering robes. The latter glanced at him, slowly shook his head, indicating that he was alright. Ye Chi breathed a sigh of relief, flew to Ya Feiyu's side on his sword, and also looked towards the sea.
"...Is he dead?" Ye Chi asked.
If a god falls into the sea upon death, even if he attempts to self-destruct, it won't cause much of a stir. This was one of Ya Feiyu's considerations. Naturally, he wouldn't let Cen Dao leave alive, even though he was the center of the world's operation. Cen Dao was undoubtedly in danger now, and his precarious mental state made it hard to say whether he might cause some great chaos when Ya Feiyu wasn't paying attention.
The divine punishment wasn't just aimed at Ya Feiyu, but also at Ye Chi. This was the world's self-protection mechanism; as long as one of them died, the world would return to normal, even if the protagonist died and the villain survived. Ya Feiyu frowned, looking towards the horizon, but the sky... still showed no signs of returning to normal, remaining an eerie crimson.
Thinking of this, Ya Feiyu couldn't help but look down again.
A strange ripple appeared, though it was very faint and was quickly covered by the surging seawater, but it still did not escape Ya Feiyu's eyes.
Just then, an extremely strong sense of foreboding surged into Ya Feiyu's heart. Realizing what was happening, he immediately used magic to protect Ye Chi and then raised his sword to block. Sure enough, a white light struck just in time. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, this white light would have been aimed straight at Ye Chi, and the consequences would have been obvious.
As the swords clashed, Ya Feiyu caught a glimpse of Cen Dao's resentful eyes amidst the sparks. Clad in blood-red seawater, he resembled a demon risen from hell. His teeth were practically ground to powder, each word dripping with hatred for Ya Feiyu. His eyes stared intently at him, as if he wanted to tear his flesh apart: "Heh, not bad, you reacted quickly..."
He channeled all his spiritual energy, disregarding the strain on his body, and confronted Ya Feiyu's sword directly.
He had no chance of winning by trying to outmaneuver Ya Feiyu; it was better to attack directly. Cen Dao thought to himself that he understood Ya Feiyu's intention in pushing him into the sea earlier, so he would never give Ya Feiyu a chance to breathe again. The sword light struck seamlessly, and the sparks and killing intent bursting in the wind were enough to make one's scalp tingle. Ya Feiyu's reaction was already fast enough, but even he found it difficult to face such a reckless attack.
The more moves he makes, the more openings he creates, but when his opponent is unable to retaliate, he is practically without any openings.
Cen Dao was determined to fight him to the death.
Ya Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly. The more Cen Dao acted this way, the less anxious he became. It was Cen Dao who should be anxious, so he simply raised his sword to block while observing the order of Cen Dao's moves, trying to find a flaw that could break through the current situation.
Completely unaware that a bolt of lightning was flashing menacingly behind him.
Ye Chi saw it and anxiously tried to shout, but was overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure, making it hard to breathe. This tribulation lightning contained extremely powerful spiritual energy, like an invisible giant hand, pressing them all firmly to the ground, leaving them with no strength to resist. Only Ya Feiyu and Cen Dao, whose cultivation was infinitely close to that of gods, could ignore it.
In the blood-red sky, dark clouds gradually condensed into a deep vortex, within which a white light was brewing. Amidst flashes of lightning, the white light visibly became more and more obvious, gradually transforming from a small halo into a bolt of lightning, and then slowly gathering from a slender bolt into a mountain-like tribulation lightning.
"—" A thousand words stuck in his throat, Ye Chi was pressed to the ground by the powerful pressure. The ground of the Sea Palace was too far away from the two of them, and Ya Feiyu was in the midst of a difficult battle, so it was impossible to expect Ya Feiyu to notice the strange situation here.
He could only watch helplessly as the tribulation lightning grew larger and larger, the white lightning in the clouds gradually dissipated, and a strange calm descended. But Ye Chi knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.
Cen Dao suddenly looked up, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!!"
Ya Feiyu was startled and turned around to look.
My vision was instantly filled with a white light.
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