Chapter 199: Crushing Like Dry Weeds

The feng shui master didn’t take Li Yanchu seriously at all. That bronze corpse was refined by a Mount Mao expert, using the body of a top-tier martial artist. Its defense was impenetrable, and its strength unmatched.

What’s more, it lacked the usual clumsiness of ordinary zombies, retaining most of its combat ability. It was utterly sinister in nature. Once it got close, it became a nightmare for any cultivator!

Ordinary exorcism or corpse-suppressing talismans were completely useless against a bronze corpse forged from a body of that level.

“So this is what the Court of Judicial Review has come to, relying on some young Daoist for help? Pathetic,” the feng shui master sneered.

“Do you even know where this bronze corpse came from? You, a mere young Daoist...”

𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Before he could finish, the calm, confident demeanor of a master who had everything under control suddenly vanished. His face changed dramatically!

Li Yanchu lightly pointed a single finger, and that immensely strong bronze corpse froze in place, as if an immortal had cast an Immobilization Spell!

Clang!

A crisp, dragon-like ringing echoed, and a flash of saber light swept out. That bizarre bronze corpse, able to withstand the tyrannical spear strikes of Chen Yang, was actually cleaved clean in two by Li Yanchu’s saber!

The cut was neat and smooth, polished like glass.

By now, Li Yanchu’s spirit cultivation had reached the intermediary second realm. The moment he made a move, he used an Immobilization Spell, instantly immobilizing Mr. Chen.

Li Yanchu gripped his Jiaoslayer, his gaze fixed coldly on the feng shui master. He sneered, “Old man, what was that you just said? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“...” The feng shui master was completely stunned.

Just one slash... and it was over?!

A chill ran down his spine, as if something terrifying had locked onto him. Looking at the remains of the bronze corpse on the ground, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Chen Yang smiled faintly. “Seems like your helper... wasn’t quite as useful as mine.”

His strike of words was more lethal than the saber.

Whoosh

! Chen Yang’s spear swept out horizontally, its momentum like a rampaging force. It carried an unstoppable, domineering aura as it smashed directly toward the feng shui master.

The feng shui master quickly backed away, activating the feng shui formation beneath his feet.

Boom!

Thick, gnarled tree roots burst from the ground, lunging straight toward Chen Yang. They were the root system of the very immortal apricot tree that had absorbed blood and flesh earlier. Now triggered by the formation, they surged forth to slay Chen Yang.

“The Earth stirs with killing intent!”

Chen Yang’s spear trembled violently, shaking off the thick and grotesque roots of the immortal apricot tree one after another. But the spear's powerful aura couldn’t seem to cause any real harm to the roots themselves.

Swoosh

!

A sharp sound of wind tearing through the air came from behind. It was Liu Dao’an, the disciple of the Longevity Sect! The young cultivator who had remained silent since earlier suddenly made his move, backstabbing Chen Yang.

His expression was vicious, surrounded by killing intent. Clearly, his mind had been completely corrupted by the lingering malevolent qi.

Despite being caught between Liu Dao’an’s sneak attack and the relentless roots, Chen Yang’s movements remained fluid, and his spear techniques were fiercely dominant. He was still holding his ground.

“Impossible! The White Tiger Battlefield Formation has already been broken, how are you still channeling malevolent qi into your body?!” Chen Yang was visibly startled.

They had already broken the formation, yet Liu Dao’an was still trapped within its effects?

Just then, the feng shui master’s figure vanished without a trace. His voice echoed eerily through the surroundings with mockery, “Ignorant brat... Do you really think yin dwelling feng shui is the same as yang dwelling feng shui? Today, this Daoist temple hall shall be your burial ground!”

This feng shui master was clearly far more formidable than the one Li Yanchu had encountered earlier in the underground tomb. He had actually turned the entire Daoist temple hall into a formation, trapping them within it. The moment you stepped into the palace's bounds, you were already inside the formation.

Chen Yang frowned deeply. The study of feng shui revolved around energy flows, and how mountains, rivers, and terrain interacted with them.

Yang-dwelling feng shui, used for homes where the living reside, was even more complex than yin-dwelling feng shui, because the lives of people constantly bring change. A single alteration in the household could turn auspicious feng shui into a dangerous killing formation, attracting malevolent and sinister qi.

And that was just basic feng shui.

The White Tiger Formation they were now trapped in was far more perilous; it was extremely intricate and filled with murderous intent. If they misidentified the formation’s core, they wouldn’t weaken it. Instead, they’d strengthen the malevolent force of the White Tiger instead, let alone trying to find the feng shui master's true hiding place...

Chen Yang’s mind raced.

Even with his skill in feng shui, faced with the now fully corrupted evil immortal apricot tree and Liu Dao’an, driven by the killing aura of the formation, closing in from both sides, he couldn’t find a single weakness to exploit. The danger was overwhelming, and cold sweat beaded on Chen Yang’s forehead.

The apricot tree’s roots were growing denser and stronger; it became harder than refined steel and incredibly tenacious. It was a nightmare to deal with.

Li Yanchu stood silently for a moment. He had clearly seen the feng shui master just now, but the man had suddenly vanished without a trace.

It was eerily similar to what had happened in the tomb of the Southern Guardian Marquis.

Suddenly, Li Yanchu’s gaze sharpened. The bronze corpse of Mr. Chen, which he had sliced clean in half earlier, suddenly stood back up!

Its body had been crudely reassembled, clearly misaligned and deformed, with limbs at odd angles. It looked deeply unnatural and grotesque.

“This White Tiger formation is this twisted?”

The feng shui master, still hidden in the shadows, had somehow reconstructed the bronze corpse, and with malevolent qi coursing through it, sent it charging straight toward Chen Yang to deliver a brutal and relentless killing blow. He intended to slaughter Chen Yang outright.

As for Li Yanchu? The young Daoist's strength seemed deep and unfathomable, so the feng shui master was not ready to provoke him just yet.

Chen Yang was shocked, and he immediately felt the pressure double.

Fortunately, Li Yanchu struck just in time, pouring his qi into the Jiaoslayer, then brought it down with a mighty swing.

A dazzling arc of saber qi instantly sliced the bronze corpse into pieces. And then, under the power of that saber qi, it was burned to ash on the spot!

“Don’t bother dragging out such garbage to make a fool of yourself. Is that all a feng shui master can do, hide in the shadows like a coward?” Li Yanchu sneered coldly.

When he killed Mr. Chen earlier, he hadn’t felt any merit points flow into his body. That had struck him as strange.

But in the end, it was just one more swing of the saber.

The feng shui master remained silent.

Damn it... Where the hell did this living god of misfortune come from!?

All he’d intended to do was eliminate Chen Yang, a noble-born descendant of the imperial family with a powerful fate. How did he end up triggering this wild variable within the formation?!

“Not talking? Then I’ll beat you until you do!” Li Yanchu’s eyes turned icy cold, his voice booming like thunder.

BOOM!

He swung his saber straight at the immortal apricot tree roots that were binding Chen Yang.

The very same roots that had been giving Chen Yang so much trouble were sliced apart effortlessly, without even the slightest resistance.

Chen Yang was dumbfounded.

Daoist Master Li Yanchu... is this how overwhelmingly powerful he is?!

And then he watched as Li Yanchu casually flicked the tip of his saber, dislodging Liu Dao’an’s sword with a subtle but masterful move. His attack was clean and precise, as well as impossibly skillful.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Liu Dao’an staggered backward several steps, forced back by the overwhelming force of Li Yanchu’s strike.

Li Yanchu moved with blinding speed, leaving a blurred afterimage in the air.

Squelch!

Just then, Liu Dao’an’s sword-wielding arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, and his treasured sword clattered to the ground with a crisp

clang

.

A flicker of killing intent flashed in Li Yanchu’s eyes. This disciple of the Longevity Sect was no decent man either. Moments ago, he’d casually tossed his own fellow sect member to the evil tree as nourishment.

Liu Dao’an howled in agony, but by now, all the dark thoughts in his heart had been drawn out by the killing aura. He had always been a ruthless and cold-blooded man. Now, he had completely lost his sanity, turning into a monster driven solely by slaughter!

Even the loss of his arm only fueled his bloodlust. With a piercing, frenzied roar, he lunged forward once more!

BOOM!

Li Yanchu struck with a single palm. Divine Astral Hands! Void-Splitting Palm!

Liu Dao’an’s body exploded into a mist of blood. He was utterly obliterated and died in an instant.