Chapter 132: Three Breaths, You＊
Clearly, Lu Qingyang had thought of it. Cloud Artisan’s hidden cards were far more than just a Grand Mountain-Protection Formation.
Just as Lu Qingyang was about to change roles, to play the villain, several humming sounds abruptly rang out from within the Thousand Bamboo Sect’s main hall.
“Boom~”
Immediately after, the entire Thousand Bamboo Sect plaza began to shake.
“Sect Master Lu, three breaths. If you agree within three breaths, things can still be eased.”
“Otherwise…”
“Three breaths my ass. If you have something to say, we fight first! Old bastard!”
Before Cloud Artisan could finish, Lu Qingyang’s urgent voice cut him off.
His hands were truly itching beyond endurance, and he couldn’t be bothered to waste words with the other party.
So before the opponent’s hidden card could even appear, Lu Qingyang leaped up violently.
Streaks of golden sword qi burst from his hands, shooting toward the opponent like meteors!
“Clink, clink, clink…”
A series of crisp ringing sounds rang out.
Cloud Artisan’s expression changed drastically, his figure rapidly retreating.
As a Return-to-Void cultivator, he sensed in an instant just how different this Soul Transformation cultivator Lu Qingyang was!
That sharp sword qi came from several purple-gold flying swords!
Each flying sword was like a golden dragon, howling outward in all directions. Wherever they passed, whether buildings, trees, or stone, all were cleaved in two!
Let alone those puppets that swarmed like bees!
“That’s Senior Brother’s Zijing!”
“I never imagined that after all these years, Senior Brother would have raised Zijing’s tier to Tier-Seven!”
“Though it’s not a Spirit Artifact, a Tier-Seven Dharma Artifact matched to Dao Integration is terrifyingly powerful!”
“Senior Brother, leave this old bastard to you!”
Yang Yu and the others were overjoyed at the sight.
The might of Lu Qingyang’s sword strike was truly shocking.
Even a Return-to-Void cultivator had to retreat.
“This brat!”
Cloud Artisan stared at the oncoming purple sword light, his expression darkening to the extreme.
He knew that if he didn’t get serious today, his wishes would be hard to fulfill!
Thinking this, Cloud Artisan clenched both fists, a ruthless gleam flickering in his eyes.
“Come out for me!”
“Boom~”
A tremendous crash suddenly resounded through the entire plaza.
A massive figure emerged from underground.
It was a puppet a hundred zhang tall, pitch-black as ink, wreathed in dense flames.
“Eldest Brother! How can you recklessly use the puppet left by the ancestors!”
“Big Brother!”
“Stop, quickly!”
The moment they saw this colossal creature, Yun Fei and Yun Qi both cried out in alarm.
Their eyes especially were filled with deep terror.
That was a Tier-Seven puppet left by the Thousand Bamboo Sect’s ancestors, comparable to Dao Integration in power, terrifying in might.
It was one of the Thousand Bamboo Sect’s foundational trump cards.
This time, Cloud Artisan had truly gone all out, choosing to summon this puppet.
“Hm? A Tier-Seven Dao Integration Puppet?!”
Seeing this rather ancient puppet, Lu Qingyang’s face also showed a solemn expression.
Clearly, he had never imagined the Thousand Bamboo Sect possessed such reserves.
In an instant, he too stopped holding back!
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
A flash of light swept across his Storage Ring.
Immediately after, sharp metallic sounds rang out.
“Shh, shh, shh!”
One after another, silver-bright Tier-Five puppets charged out, accompanied by eight squads of Tier-Four Battle Puppets.
“Junior Brother Yang, protect the disciples!”
Lu Qingyang shouted in a low voice, then directly drove his puppets to kill!
Yang Yu acknowledged verbally, but his hands were not idle either.
A flying sword with a sharp aura was summoned!
“Pfft!”
A blue-rainbow flying sword, like a sharp spike, directly pierced through the chest of a Thousand Bamboo Sect Tier-Four Puppet!
Immediately after, he waved his right hand, and the flying sword transformed into a sky-full rain of swords, enveloping several Tier-Four Puppets…
Zhao Layue and the others did not stand idle either. Each unleashed their methods, locking their targets onto those puppets.
“Boom~”
A series of explosions abruptly rang out across the entire Thousand Bamboo Sect plaza.
“Second Brother, Third Brother, are you still watching?”
“Now that things have come to this, if we don’t subdue these people, our Thousand Bamboo Sect will truly perish!”
Cloud Artisan’s voice drifted into Yun Fei’s and Yun Qi’s ears.
And as his words fell, he spoke another stream of secret words…
In the next instant, Yun Fei’s and Yun Qi’s expressions both shifted slightly.
Moments ago, they had let Lu Qingyang go to preserve the sect.
Now…
Things having come to this, they hesitated no longer, immediately driving their flying swords to kill toward Lu Qingyang!
The Grand Sect-Protection Formation rose once more!
“Kill!”
“Stop them!”
“Kill!”
…
Watching Yun Fei and the others pounce at him again, Lu Qingyang’s gaze remained utterly calm.
“Hoo~”
He drew a long breath, lightly beckoned with his right hand, and recalled Zijing.
Immediately after, the spiritual power throughout his body surged.
Ever since Lu Qingyang absorbed the Li Fire Character, he had not fought anyone.
And today, he intended to fight to his heart’s content!
“Nine Transformations of Thunder and Fire!”
As his word-by-word utterance fell.
A surging momentum immediately radiated from his body, sweeping in every direction like a fierce wind.
At the same time, dark clouds gathered across the sky, and the surrounding temperature soared to the extreme in an instant!
“What powerful spell fluctuations!”
“They say this brat is a Dao-level Spirit Creator. Now it seems that’s indeed the case!”
“Thousand Bamboo Puppet, Wind Art!”
With Cloud Artisan’s low shout, that massive puppet, roughly a hundred meters tall, suddenly opened its eyes, two streams of ghostly green flame spewing forth.
“Boom~”
In the next instant, the colossal creature’s right fist smashed out!
A terrifying gale swept outward, stirring up layer upon layer of hurricanes in mid-air.
With this punch, the space for several li around seemed to tremble.
The fist itself carried a fierce gang wind!
“A Dao Integration Puppet is indeed formidable!”
Even Lu Qingyang, who had long since tempered his body into a Dragon Body, could not help but inwardly exclaim upon sensing the opponent’s attack.
“Nine Transformations of Thunder and Fire!”
“Break it for me!”
Lu Qingyang thrust both palms forward.
A scorching power of thunder abruptly appeared in the sky.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
Violent explosions rang out one after another.
Streaks of purple-red lightning cascaded from the heavens!
At the same time, scorching spiritual fire also spread from beneath Lu Qingyang’s feet.
In an instant, Heavenly Lightning stirred earthly fire.
The two collided, instantly detonating a sky-full explosion of thunder and fire!
“Boom!”
The massive fist force, wrapped in a terrifying hurricane and sky-full thunder-fire, fiercely collided!
In the next instant, waves of destructive force rippled outward from the heavens.
“Boom~”
The two forces of annihilation continued to collide.
The dark clouds in the sky churned even more violently.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Fine cracks silently spread through heaven and earth.
“Pfft!”
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Lu Qingyang’s figure was sent flying backward.
He traced an arc through the air, finally crashing heavily to the ground…