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Chapter 122 Confrontation
“Master Lu Yin’s head is much harder than mine.” Chen An smiled as he looked at Elder Ming San, whose breathing was unsteady.
She was still joking, but Elder Mingsan's eyes were already brimming with tears. If he really killed his disciple with his own hands, he would lose all interest in drinking, let alone sleeping.
"Sorcery!" Lu Yin's voice came from his throat, filled with anger and resentment.
Chen An looked at him with that disgusting smile that he always wore.
"I have no problem with what you call my technique, but I prefer to call it teleportation."
"Screw your teleportation trick, you've been reading too many romance novels." Lu Yin scoffed softly, then picked up his weapon and charged forward again.
Elder Mingsan, having suffered a loss at his hands once, would certainly not repeat the same mistake and blocked his sneak attack.
At that moment, Chen An's ebony sword pierced the wound in his abdomen.
The master and apprentice, one in front and one behind, worked together perfectly.
However, Lu Yin would not die from such an attack.
But old wounds are compounded by new ones, and even he is powerless to bear it.
Seeing Lu Yin's twitching lips, Chen An teased, "I thought Master's moves only worked on me."
Recalling the scene of Chen An's head exploding, Elder Ming San couldn't help but gasp.
But since Chen An brought it up on his own initiative, he must not have taken it to heart.
"Cough cough."
Hearing Elder Mingsan's slightly embarrassed cough, Chen An's lips curled into a beautiful smile.
She was directly opposite Lu Yin, who looked like a fallen leaf hanging on a treetop in autumn, about to fall.
Lu Yin sneered, as if mocking himself for actually suffering a loss at Chen An's hands.
As the shattered fragments of his armor fell to the ground, crimson blood seeped into his green robe, forming a large puddle of stagnant water.
Given his cautious nature, he should have left long ago, but today, he's determined to be tough this time.
For no other reason than that Chen An's cultivation level was only at the Yin-Yang stage, he couldn't afford to lose.
With a trembling right hand raised high, Lu Yin sealed the veins at the wound on his abdomen with two swishes.
Although the injury won't heal for the time being, these two moves were enough for him to unleash 70-80% of his usual strength.
The name Chen An kept repeating in his mouth, faster and faster, making him feel increasingly embarrassed.
On the tenth time, his eyes finally regained some strength, followed by a sky full of red aura.
The red aura churned and pressed against each other, eventually forming dozens of giant pythons that clung to Lu Yin's body, looking incredibly majestic.
Elder Mingsan took a few steps back and muttered to himself, "It's up to you now, Chen An."
Chen An noticed Elder Ming San's actions, but remained completely calm.
She spread her arms and swept them clockwise in the air, creating thousands of ebony swords that were in no way inferior to Lu Yin's aura.
With their hands finally clasped together, white energy enveloped the ebony sword.
A hint of panic flashed in Lu Yin's eyes. The white light, appearing and disappearing, was actually a master at suppressing his red mist.
The laughter, like a sharp knife slicing through glass, came from his mouth but did not affect Chen An's mind at all. Instead, it made Chen An realize his fear of divine power.
Looking at Chen An's expressionless face, Lu Yin was very displeased and said sarcastically, "Anyone who uses forbidden power will not have a good ending."
This time, Chen An's expression finally changed. She raised an eyebrow at Lu Yin in front of her, her mockery obvious. "What's the use of saying so much nonsense? Only the winner has the right to mock the opponent, right?"
Lu Yin's lips trembled again, and after a long while, he finally uttered a single word: "Yes."
Chen An spared a sliver of his attention to look at the ground, where Elder Ming San was leaning against his cane, snoring loudly.
If she was worried about whether she could defeat Lu Yin before, she was now completely relieved.
She couldn't help but smile when she thought back to her days at Mingsan Peak.
The more Chen An acted this way, the more worried Lu Yin became. He had come here with the determination to win.
I never expected it to turn out like this, but so what? Chen An, who is at the Two Elements Realm, can't possibly defeat a warrior at the Nascent Soul Realm.
The giant red pythons swarmed out, carrying scattered weapons and dead bodies, and pounced on Chen An.
Although Chen An was smiling, he was not without defense. Thousands of ebony swords behind him moved and flew out from his side at high speed.
Under Chen An's control, the ebony sword bypassed the debris, with one half pressing against the red aura and the other half heading straight for Lu Yin.
Lu Yin chuckled and crossed his two tiger-shaped shields in front of him, providing a tight defense.
The clanging of swords and the roar of the giant red python created a cacophony, and the clash of the two forces caused many low-level cultivators to fall to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, only the demonic cultivators under Lu Yin's command had fallen; those on Chen An's side were all being closely protected by Elder Ming San.
Lu Yin roared angrily, and suddenly exerted force on the tiger-shaped barrier in his hand, causing the ebony sword pressed against it to tremble violently.
White energy emanated from Chen An's fingertips, further enhancing the ebony sword.
Time ticked by, Chen An looked relaxed, but Lu Yin's expression grew increasingly grim.
It wasn't that Chen An's cultivation was particularly profound; all of this depended on Cui Ziliu, who was thousands of miles away.
A moment later, Lu Yin also noticed this and roared angrily, "You can't be alright!"
Even though he was extremely unwilling to admit it, that was the truth.
Chen An didn't need to reply to her; he simply increased the power he had stolen from Cui Ziliu.
A hundred miles away, Cui Ziliu's body was trembling incessantly.
He had forgotten exactly how many pills he had taken, but the pain of his spiritual energy being nearly depleted kept him perfectly lucid.
Looking at the last remaining Royal Essence Pill in his hand, tears dripped onto his feet. Was his life of arduous cultivation really going to end like this?
On the other side, Chen An suddenly withdrew her strength, letting Lu Yin's red mist break through all obstacles and hit her.
Lu Yin's pupils suddenly contracted, and pressing his advantage became his only thought at that moment.
He rushed to Chen An at top speed, raised a large hand and slammed it down on Chen An's head. His ferocious face trembled from the force of the blow.
With a thud, blood spurted from Chen An's mouth and nose, spraying onto Lu Yin.
Lu Yin did not dodge, his eyes fixed on Chen An, who had flown more than ten meters away.
As the body crashed to the ground and its life force quickly vanished, Lu Yin burst into laughter.
"I've said it before, I've said it before: relying on external forces will inevitably backfire sooner or later."
Chen An's back muscles were pressed tightly against the ground, limp and without any supporting strength.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched Chen An silently.
Lu Yin couldn't stay calm. After laughing loudly, he snorted coldly and came to Chen An.
His smug expression perfectly complemented his beautiful features. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he slowly raised his foot and stomped down on Chen An's face.
"You're right, only the winner has the right to mock the opponent. Inspired by you, I've also come to realize that only the living have the right to speak of dignity."
After saying the last word, he placed his foot on Chen An's face, but the body lying on the ground showed no anger whatsoever; more accurately, the presence of any living being could not be detected.
Lu Yin was extremely pleased with himself. He opened his arms and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed from the square to Chen An's residence and then to the back mountain. Every sound was so grating.
Even so, Elder Mingsan remained leaning on his cane, showing no reaction.