Chapter 395: He Blocked My Ultimate Attack With... A Pinky?
An Zhiyue, like a goddess descending to the mortal world, struck out with her palm. A dazzling rainbow of light shot from it, illuminating the deep night. The incomparably sharp palm force, manifesting as a crimson phoenix, struck Chu Yun directly in the chest.
"Pfft..."
The next moment, Chu Yun flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spewing blood in mid-air as he crashed through a wall, shattering it before falling heavily to the ground.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Chu Yun was greatly defeated, plundering +30,000 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Chu Yun felt despair, plundering +9,999 Destiny Points!]
The robotic chimes of the system were like the sweetest symphony in Shen Anyu's ears, but for Chu Yun, the world was nothing but a cacophony of agony. His condition was horrific. The pristine white marble floor beneath him was now a canvas of crimson, stained by a spreading pool of his own blood. A ragged, caved-in crater marked the center of his chest, his sternum and ribs shattered into countless pieces that grated against each other with every ragged, desperate breath he took. Each gasp was a fire in his lungs, and the coppery taste of his own lifeblood filled his throat.
"Boss!!!"
A trio of roars, filled with undiluted loyalty and fury, tore through the shocked silence of the banquet hall. Blood Dragon, Blood Tiger, and Blood Wolf, the three pillars of the Blood Skull Mercenary Group and feared Martial Arts Grandmasters in their own right, saw their leader broken and bleeding on the floor. In an instant, their vision turned red. All thoughts of strategy, self-preservation, or the consequences of their actions vanished, replaced by a singular, primal urge: to tear apart the woman who had done this.
Their bodies erupted with killing intent, their True Qi flaring as they launched themselves at An Zhiyue like three maddened beasts.
"Hmph!"
An Zhiyue let out a cold, disdainful snort. Her phoenix eyes, sharp as glacial ice, flashed with contempt. She didn't even bother to move from her spot. Her Martial Dao True Qi, a swirling inferno of crimson energy, surged from her body, wrapping around her like the blazing plumage of a mythical bird.
With a single, elegant wave of her slender, jade-like hand, she swept her power towards the three charging Grandmasters. It was a gesture as graceful as a dancer's, yet it unleashed a tidal wave of destruction. The crimson energy coalesced into a scythe of pure force, like a phoenix spreading its wings to reap mortal souls.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
There was no struggle. No prolonged battle. The moment the crimson wave touched them, the three infamous mercenaries felt a terrifying, irresistible force slam into their bodies. It was like being hit by a freight train made of compressed sunfire. Their protective auras shattered like glass, their bones turned to dust, and their internal organs were liquefied in an instant.
An impossible amount of crimson blood gushed from their mouths as their bodies were launched backward like cannonballs, their momentum even greater than Chu Yun's had been. They slammed into the far wall, their bodies leaving grotesque, spider-webbing cracks in the reinforced concrete before slumping to the ground in broken, lifeless heaps.
They died on the spot, their eyes still wide with the shock and disbelief of their instantaneous demise.
The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly hush, broken only by the sound of a dropped champagne flute shattering on the floor. In the span of a few short minutes, the legendary Asura Demon King Chu Yun, leader of the notorious Blood Skull Mercenary Group, and his three most powerful Grandmaster subordinates had all been utterly annihilated.
"As expected of Yanxia's Goddess of War, General Instructor An Zhiyue of the Fire Phoenix Special Forces!" someone whispered, the words filled with a profound and trembling awe.
The spell was broken. A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd of celebrities, tycoons, and socialites. Their gazes, fixed on An Zhiyue, were now filled with a deep, primal reverence. The men admired her unparalleled strength and ethereal beauty, while the women worshipped her as a symbol of ultimate power and independence.
"Aunt is amazing," Shen Anyu murmured, a handsome, appreciative smile playing on his lips as he looked at An Zhiyue. *'She truly has the potential to touch the realm of Land Immortals.'*
In this moment, cloaked in an aura of lethal power, she was even more radiant and dazzling than when she had first captivated the entire banquet hall with her presence. The faint scent of ozone and blood only added a thrilling edge to her celestial beauty.
However...
Shen Anyu shook his head slightly, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. His gaze shifted from his formidable aunt to the broken form of Chu Yun. *'A Child of Destiny isn't a common mob boss. Cockroaches like him are never so easy to squash.'*
And indeed, as if on cue, a tremor ran through the bloody figure on the floor. Supporting himself on trembling arms, Chu Yun actually began to push himself up. He staggered to his knees, his head hanging low as crimson blood flowed in rivulets down his body, dyeing his clothes and pooling at his feet until he looked like a demonic effigy carved from gore.
"Aaaargh! I am not reconciled!!!"
A raw, guttural roar of pure defiance ripped from his throat. Chu Yun snapped his head up, his eyes now a solid, burning crimson. A mountainous killing aura, thick with the stench of a thousand battlefields, erupted from him, sweeping over the venue like a physical wave of blood and death. The air grew heavy and cold, chilling everyone to the bone.
"I am not reconciled! How can I, Chu Yun, die here? I am the leader of the Blood Skull Mercenary Group, the Asura Demon King!!!"
His blood-red eyes locked onto Shen Anyu's location. But he didn't see the man who was orchestrating his downfall. He only saw the woman cradled in his arms. He saw Xu Ruoxue, her small face flushed a delicate pink, her eyes tightly closed, her lips slightly parted as she lay unconscious. The sight was a dagger of pure poison twisting in his heart, and his killing intent surged to a boiling point.
He didn't believe it! He refused to believe it!
His Ruoxue, the pure, kind woman he had sworn to protect, would never be so heartless! She would never be intimate with another man while he was fighting for his life, disregarding his fate!
*'It's not her! It's him! That bastard did something to her!'* his mind screamed, drowning out all logic and reason.
He had to kill Shen Anyu. He had to save Xu Ruoxue.
Even if it cost him everything.
*Thump!*
Chu Yun's heart pounded violently, a war drum beating a frantic rhythm against his shattered ribs.
*Thump! Thump! Thump!*
With each beat, his blood flowed like raging rapids through his veins. His Martial Dao True Qi, once depleted, now surged with a desperate, self-destructive power. His joints crackled and popped, his bones snapping and reforming under the immense pressure.
Then, under Shen Anyu's unsurprised gaze, An Zhiyue's widening phoenix eyes, and the shocked stares of everyone present, Chu Yun's aura exploded. It ripped through the bottleneck of the Early Stage of Great Grandmaster, surging uncontrollably upwards.
Middle Stage of Great Grandmaster!
But it didn't stop! In a single, desperate breath, it tore through to the next level.
Late Stage of Great Grandmaster!
*Boom!*
As the violent aura crested, Chu Yun's power became even more terrifying. He was no longer just a wounded warrior; he was a true Devil King clawing his way out of a mountain of corpses, fueled by nothing but hatred and despair.
The next second, he stomped his foot. The marble floor beneath him exploded with a deafening roar. Shards of stone and gravel flew in every direction as he launched himself forward, a crimson blur of pure rage aimed directly at Shen Anyu!
"How dare you!!!"
An Zhiyue's pupils contracted into pinpricks. She hadn't expected Chu Yun to be capable of a desperate, life-burning breakthrough in the middle of a battle. When she saw him targeting Shen Anyu, a furious rage consumed her. In her extreme anxiety, she momentarily forgot that her nephew was no longer the young man she needed to protect, but a monster far stronger than herself.
Her slender, jade-like palm struck out again, this time with twelve-tenths of her full power, aiming for the dead center of Chu Yun's back.
However, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
Chu Yun didn't even attempt to dodge. He took An Zhiyue's full-power strike without flinching, allowing the crimson phoenix force to slam into his back. His Protective Aura was instantly obliterated, and the blow nearly pierced straight through his body, shattering his spine. But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. Instead, he harnessed the massive forward momentum from the blow, using it to accelerate his charge towards Shen Anyu, turning himself into a human cannonball.
Panic finally seized the hearts of the onlookers. If something happened to Shen Anyu, the Young Lord of the Yanxia Shen Family, at this banquet, every single person here would be implicated in the Shen Family's apocalyptic wrath!
But Chu Yun saw none of it. His world had narrowed to a single point: the handsome, smiling face of Shen Anyu, who was still casually holding Xu Ruoxue, his expression one of amused detachment.
"Die for me!!!" he roared, his voice thick with blood and madness.
Under everyone's terrified gazes, Chu Yun's fist, wreathed in the violent, churning energy of his new power, shot forward like a cannonball leaving the barrel, aimed directly at Shen Anyu's head. He twisted his lips into a grotesque sneer, already envisioning the glorious scene: the skull of this arrogant young master shattering like a watermelon, and Xu Ruoxue, heroically rescued, looking at him with eyes full of adoration.
But facing this sudden, brutal, and overwhelmingly powerful attack, Shen Anyu's handsome, jade-like face still wore that charming, intoxicating smile that could captivate the soul of any woman.
The next instant!
A loud clang, like the sound of a giant bronze bell being struck in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, suddenly rang out. A visible ripple of sound spread out in all directions.
Chu Yun's violently unleashed Bengquan, a punch powerful enough to smash a heavy armored vehicle into scrap, was stopped dead in its tracks, as if it had slammed into an insurmountable Wall of Sighs.
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