Bab 288: AZI Volume 5 Chapter 63
(…And nothing.)
"Ai…"
Heaves a sigh of disappointment, Long Hua looks to the other half of the ruby held in Yun You's hand, and before the latter can store it away, the former charges at them.
"…!"
Evading Long Hua's punch, Yun You leaps backwards, and lands onto the waters. Without further ado, he dashes across the water's surface—heading towards the main island.
(There were some grenades, you might as well use them.)
"I will."
Taking out one of the grenades, Long Hua pulls the pin, and tosses it towards Yun You.
*Boom!!!* as the grenade goes off—just a meter away from his back, Yun You grits his teeth, and borrowing the momentum of the blast, he manages to further the distance between Long Hua and himself.
"Tch, piece of shit…"
Transforming the gauntlets into a rifle, Long Hua controls the waters beneath his feet to stabilize himself, while continuing to move—almost as if there is a surfboard beneath his feet.
Taking aim at Yun You's back, Long Hua pulls the trigger.
*Bang!!!* picking up on the sound of a rifle, Yun You, who had stored his half of the ruby away, turns his head to the side, and in the same instance—
"Ack…!"
His right arm is blown off, along with a portion of his chest, to which, Long Hua shouts—
"Hand over your storage pouch!"
"In your dreams!"
Towards Yun You's response—
*Bang!!!* Long Hua replies with a pillar of red energy; however, Yun You manages to evade it this time, while thinking—
(Dammit, who the hell is this bastard?)
Focusing his energy on the regeneration of his right arm and shoulder, Yun You continues to evade Long Hua's rifle blasts.
...…
Back on the first island—
"Fire!"
*Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!* cannons loaded with artillery shells are fired off towards the approaching pale white weapon spirit.
However, despite the impact of these artillery shells, the pale white weapon spirit shows no signs of halting its movement, as it opens its maw, and—
*Paaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnggg!!!!!!* a colossal pillar of red energy is released, wiping away a quarter of the first island, along with all who stood on it!
"In an instant…"
"It just…"
*Thud! Thud! Thud!* seeing what had just happened, numerous individuals fell onto their knees with a look of despair.
And just as the situation seems all but hopeless—
"…"
A figure dressed in blue robes over a white layer appears in the air.
The individual has long black hair and blue eyes, and facial features wise, Long Hua would surely think them to be reminiscent of Qing Ming Yang.
"…That's it then?"
Staring at the pale white weapon spirit, Qīng Yǔ Lóng frowns with a hint of displeasure—for he was dragged out of his secluded cultivation to deal with this situation.
"…"
Raising his right hand, Qing Yu Long rotates his cultivation base fiercely—wanting to get this task over with as soon as possible.
*…!!!!!!!* immediately, a colossal shadow appears in the skies, and as the weapon spirits beneath Qing Yu Long's feet look upwards—
"What's that?"
"…?!"
"An Immortal?"
A mountain-sized handprint made up of the elements of fire and water looms above the pale white weapon spirit's back, and—
"Suppress!"
At the press of Qing Yu Long's right hand, the handprint forcefully presses down from above!
*Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn!!!!!!* crushed by the mountainous handprint, the pale white weapon spirit roars with rage, as it turns its head in the direction of Qing Yu Long—to fire off a pillar of red energy!
"Hmph."
Raising a cold snort, Qing Yu Long manifests another handprint of the same nature, and—
"Once more, suppress!"
*Boom!!!!!!* as the second handprint presses down on the previous handprint, the might of the two handprints combined forcefully plunges the weapon spirit into the seas!
Having redirected the aim of the weapon spirit during this process—
"Look out!"
The destructive energy that is being spewed out of the weapon spirit's maw is aimed forward, as it blasts into the rift that is present on the first island!
As this pillar of energy emerges out of the rift, and appears on the other side—
"…!"
"…!"
Not a single person, who was on the other side was able to react to the abrupt situation, as they were wiped away without leaving a single trace behind.
"…"
Continuing to stare at the weapon spirit with a neutral look on his face—
"…Detonate."
Qing Yu Long detonates the two handprints.
*Boom!!!!!!!!!* amidst the thunderous explosion, the weapon spirit howls in pain, as the energy blast dissipates!
Even before much of the dust clouds could settle—
"…?"
Qing Yu Long sees the weapon spirit mostly intact. Currently, it is missing half of its upper body, along with its left arm.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn!!!!!* raising a defiant roar, the pale white weapon spirit lunges its scythe-like blade towards Qing Yu Long's direction, to which, the latter narrows his eyes, while thinking—
(…Ai. If it was the past-me, I wouldn't have hesitated to claim this thing as a prize, but now…)
As the blade closes in on him, Qing Yu Long takes out a trident from his storage pouch.
The shaft of the trident is a deep shade of blue, while its head is crafted from gold.
*Klang!!!!!!!!!!!!* meeting the scythe's tip with the trident's central head, the sound made by the two weapons' collision echoes for miles on end!
(I care not whether you were once a native, or an invader of the Everlasting Spirit Realm. To me, none of you should ever be released from the Leng Bing Realm—for the world outside has no need of you and your old ideals.)
Thinking of this, Qing Yu Long straightens his trident-wielding arm, and—
*Kakakakakakakakaka!!!!!* cracks spread from the tip of the scythe, to quickly cover up the entirety of the blade!
"…"
Witnessing Qing Yu Long's strength on full display, Dan Hong's complexion turns pale, as he mutters—
"Level six Immortal…"
Tossing the trident into the air, Qing Yu Long performs a single-handed incantation gesture, and—
*…! …! …!* in a rapid manner, the trident increases in scale, as it goes from two meters to 400 meters!
Pointing his index finger at the pale white weapon spirit, Qing Yu Long mutters—
"Continue to remain in this hell, and repent for whatever crimes you've committed during your practitioner life."
*Boom!!!!!!* ripping the air apart, the trident descends, and stabs its central head into the pale white weapon spirit's red eye!
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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