Chapter 1470: Riposte Needle
Even if Mo Yuji and Xuanyang Emperor Lord did not fight, Wu Yu did not mind.
His goal was to use Tundra Hell master to return to peak condition.
And right now, he was eking through on his last vestiges of strength, winning a nervously close fight against Tundra Hell master.
He not only obtained the Tundra Spirit’s Lamp, but he also completely replenished what he immolated previously. He also gained all of Tundra Hell master’s thoughts, revelations, and everything that she had learned over the hundreds of thousands of years. It would definitely be of use to Wu Yu in the future.
The Heaven Devouring Titanic Beast stored an incredible amount of things within him.
He already had two Hell masters’ worth within him, and he was back to saturation.
As Wu Yu burst out of the ice whale, he too was bursting with power! At this time, Wu Yu was elevated back to his strongest state. He was definitely in much better shape than the other two!
After all, Xuanyang Emperor Lord and Mo Yuji both had many skills, but all these battles had worn them down as well. They were only at 70 percent of their strength, which made them look worse off compared to the vigorous Wu Yu, who was kicking gustily.
This time round, many people, including the Hell masters, saw clearly for themselves that he had not only defeated Tundra Hell master, but had been restored to peak condition!
Billions of aghast stares all around. They could not understand how Wu Yu had done it.
Just like his defeat of Chakravarti Ghostly King and Gu Huo Immortal Lord, his achievements were clouded in suspicion. Wu Yu’s last move was extremely powerful as well. Especially such "self-sacrificial" moves - even if one eventually won, it was often a Pyrrhic victory - why was Wu Yu so energetic?
"Impossible! How can this be! Shouldn’t he be even more tired after a battle?"
"I remember that the last time he defeated Gu Huo Immortal Lord, he was drained. What was different this time?"
Just looking through the light ball, not even the Hell masters could figure out what had happened.
They only knew that the three left were all youngsters. Xuanyang Emperor Lord representing the 10,000 Levels of Hell, Mo Yuji representing the 8,000 Sky Palaces, and who in the world knew who Wu Yu represented? All kinds of theories sprung forth. He was still in White Chalk Ghostly Lord’s appearance, and some knew his real identity was Chifeng Immortal Lord. Was he White Chalk Ghostly Lord or Chifeng Immortal Lord? This only created even more confusion.
Tundra Hell master, eliminated!
Her Rainbow Pearl of course fell into Wu Yu’s hands.
After all, even her entire body had been devoured, let alone this pearl.
In the glowing sphere in the middle, Wu Yu sauntered out of the ice, aglow with vitality.
His eyes swept past Xuanyang Emperor Lord and Mo Yuji, before coming to rest on the former. As per their agreement, Wu Yu would defeat him together with Mo Yuji.
He did not mind that Mo Yuji and Xuanyang Emperor Lord had not fought.
Currently, he needed to judge Mo Yuji’s attitude. She did not seem to waver. As she received Wu Yu’s signal, she already had the Heavenly Voices of the Nine Heavens in hand, killing intent smoldering in her eyes. Her long hair and skirts danced on their own in a windless air, as the opening notes rang out, reverberating around her body at the center.
"Attack?" Mo Yuji asked Wu Yu.
Her intent was for Wu Yu to fight the close, head-on fight, while she would remain in support behind. She fought in a different style from Wu Yu. This combination would produce far greater results than two Wu Yus. Because she might be behind, but her pipa music would suppress and restrain Xuanyang Emperor Lord to a great extent.
"Of course. How could I let the lovely Immortal Mo take the frontline?" Wu Yu gave a small smile and turned back to Xuanyang Emperor Lord. Sparks flew from his eyes.
Ring ding dong!
As Wu Yu attacked, the elegant fingers of Mo Yuji began plucking away at her pipa, as if providing entertainment for Wu Yu.
Pincered by two strong forces, Xuanyang Emperor Lord’s face was grim. He had been too careless. The worst case situation had actually come to fruition! Wu Yu had not only defeated Tundra Hell master, but had returned to normal after defeating her. Rather than tiring out, he seemed to have been re-energized.
Although he had made a bad call, but he was composed enough not to panic. He dealt with it calmly! The raring-to-go Wu Yu, and the cool-and-collected Mo Yuji, with her Heavenly Voices of the Nine Heavens in hand. It did not intimidate him. Xuanyang Emperor Lord was very confident of himself.
His steel-like face was impassive. Clad in black armor with skeletal patterns, he appeared a sinister and imposing figure. He looked much more domineering and respectable compared to White Chalk Ghostly Lord. Even those who had never met him before would be able to feel his radiating power - this was the son of the Beiyin Necropolis Grand Emperor!
Calm in the face of danger, with the poise of a great leader!
Xuanyang Emperor Lord looked like he had little to no chance of victory against the Wu Yu-Mo Yuji team, especially since Wu Yu had defeated Tundra Hell master!
The ghostly immortals of Hell only supported Xuanyang Emperor Lord now. If he lost, hell would have lost their pride thoroughly.
In order for this 10th Grade Mark of an Immortal King, billions of ghostly immortals had come. If they ended up with nothing, it would crush them!
"If Xuanyang Emperor Lord loses, we will be a laughing stock. There are so many of us from hell. How can we let these immortal lords step all over us......"
"That White Chalk Ghostly Lord is clearly not him. Could it be that White Impermanence’s son is really dead?"
"Ganged up on, Xuanyang Emperor Lord is doomed. He made the wrong move in this game of chess, not fighting before. He must have thought that Tundra Hell master could defeat that White Chalk Ghostly Lord. Of course, assuming that is White Chalk Ghostly Lord......"
Even the ghostly immortals did not hold out much hope for Xuanyang Emperor Lord.
All that was left to them was frustration and regret!
With all eyes on them, Mo Yuji started to play the Heavenly Voices of the Nine Heavens, while Wu Yu took on Xuanyang Emperor Lord head-on!
An epic battle broke out!
"Nine Heavens’ Choral of Falling Meteors."
Mo Yuji’s eyes sparkled like stars. Her pale fingers danced across the pipa’s strings, and its notes tumbled out, as plentiful as stars in the sky. Suddenly, they all fell, sliding past Wu Yu to hit Xuanyang Emperor Lord!
Xuanyang Emperor Lord had his Nine Moons Devil Emperor’s Battle Axe in hand, doing his best to fight against Wu Yu. He was still trying to test Wu Yu’s strength.
His battle halberd had Nine Moons heavenly rule in it, and Xuanyang Emperor Lord was like a dark god of war. Nine Moons heavenly rule manifested as nine dark menacing serpents. They flew out from the battle halberd, wrapping themselves around him. A chill filled the glowing sphere, but this was not the same icy chill as the Tundra Hell master’s. It was a chill of despair and rot!
There were nine tiers to this heavenly rule power, with each stronger than the last! Each attack held nine layers of power, each one stronger than the last. Wu Yu felt like he was fighting nine different opponents!
Wu Yu’s Abominable Hook Soul Chains were flailing about him, while at the same time Vengeful Spirits Chakravarti bore down on Xuanyang Emperor Lord’s head. He focused on his Vengeful Spirits heavenly rule and Abominable Hook heavenly rule. Vengeful spirits and hooks formed a huge web that accosted Xuanyang Emperor Lord from all sides. The constant attack prevented Nine Moons heavenly rule from being used completely.
This alone would not suppress Xuanyang Emperor Lord so easily. But at this time, Mo Yuji’s Nine Heavens’ Choral of Falling Meteors came to the fore. The flood of starlight battered Xuanyang Emperor Lord alongside the sonic barrage. He struggled to withstand the simultaneous attack from three heavenly rules!
"Breka!" Even if his Nine Moons heavenly rule was powerful enough to beat back Wu Yu’s Abominable Hook Soul Chains, but the Vengeful Hell Spirits Chakravarti still left him in a weakened state!
Actually, it was the Nine Heavens’ Choral of Falling Meteors which affected him most.
At this time, Mo Yuji’s melody suddenly changed.
"Immortal Dream Hymn."
Compared to the aggressive upbeat music of before, this one was suddenly gentle and moving. The entire world calmed, and many of those outside even fell into a deep stupor upon hearing it. Let alone Xuanyang Emperor Lord at the heart of this......
Before, he had been accosted with direct attacks, forced to fend off Wu Yu’s violent assault. And now it was a different type of offense, a weakening blowo that sapped him of energy, that scrambled his autonomous realm power and made it difficult for him to resist Wu Yu!
Xuanyang Emperor Lord bellowed desperately to shake the effects of Immortal Dream Hymn off, and try to wake himself up. But Wu Yu brought Vengeful Hell Spirits Chakravarti crashing down on his head for a punishing blow!
Rumble!
The two-pronged attacks indeed split his head with pain. Even if he managed to defend himself with the Nine Moons Devil Emperor’s Battle Axe, Xuanyang Emperor Lord was severely injured.
This injury naturally raised all sorts of alarms.
Xuanyang Emperor Lord knew that if this continued, he would lose without question. But he had to hold on for a chance! At this moment, he saw that Wu Yu had let off a little after injuring him seriously. He naturally saw this as the best time to strike!
As he retreated, he gripped a silver thorn about 1 chi long. It was thin and long, and the pointed part was like a silver needle. It was sharp enough to make one’s scalp itch just by looking at it.
"Riposte Needle!" Wu Yu had a bad feeling.