Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 291: Chapter 239: The Holy Sect Will Not Spare You (2)

Until a violent cough was heard, Han Yu covered his mouth, his entire lungs already blazing, expelling only white smoke. Not only that, the rest of his orifices were billowing white smoke as well.

All his clothing had turned to ashes in an instant, leaving his naked body red and scorching like a boiled shrimp.

”By mortal standards, you are now thoroughly cooked.”

Glass remarked irritably within the Sea of Consciousness, unable to fathom how Han Yu could be so audacious.

To dare to convert all energy into a single point and explode it, at the moment the blazing white light swept over his body, beams of white light also shone down from above the Sea of Consciousness.

Glass was already beginning to reflect on its short life, as if seeing the lanterns of life passing by.

Han Yu glanced at his body that was exuding the aroma of roasted meat, baring his teeth—damn, it hurt!

Then, when he looked toward the distant Judge, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Bastard!

With a wave of his hand, he conjured a sea of fire to cover his lower body and then suddenly burst forth, streaking like a meteor toward the Judge.

The Judge no longer had the courage to fight, and if even his ultimate move couldn’t deal with Han Yu, how could he continue the battle?

Without a second thought, he turned and jumped into the flower palanquin, which began to retreat in a flurry.

How could Han Yu possibly let him go? With a sonic boom, he leapt onto the top of the palanquin, landing a destructive punch at the already-fractured spot, sending it flying apart.

From above, he looked down at the trembling red bridal veil, finding it terribly ridiculous.

Han Yu directly threw in a White Dragon, setting the whole floral carriage ablaze instantly.

”Ah!”

Beneath the red veil came the Judge’s horrified scream. While controlling the palanquin to evade continuously, he also started sketching in the cramped space with the Divine Brush.

Various weapons and animals appeared incessantly, but Han Yu spewed forth fire relentlessly to massacre them.

His hands weren’t idle either, pounding the palanquin until it was shattered into pieces with just a few punches.

The Judge’s hand making the drawing suddenly paused, visibly slowing down, which made his face change dramatically.

This was a matched set of Magical Treasures, only with his cultivation technique could they create objects from the void — and similarly, only when all parts appeared simultaneously could this altar be drawn.

Now that the palanquin was destroyed, his practices faced enormous obstacles, making it impossible to act at will any longer.

Moreover, his bride’s Embroidered Lotus Robe was continuously being damaged, and if this continued, soon he would be able to sketch only chickens, ducks, and geese.

Perhaps dissatisfied with the slow smashing, Han Yu frowned and leapt directly into the palanquin.

The Divine Brush stabbed immediately, a dragon claw extending from its tip aiming at Han Yu, but he caught it with no courtesy, yanked fiercely, and immediately seized it from the Judge, overpowering the Judge with his physical strength.

Now, he was truly left with nothing.

Yanking down the red veil, the Judge’s face was hideously furious.

”Release!”

The red veil instantly flew off, wrapping tightly around Han Yu’s head while the Judge himself retreated rapidly, attempting to flee.

Han Yu burned away the red veil with one flame, two White Dragons shot out from his sides, and he pursued like an arrow released from the string.

The Judge was suddenly in disarray and in panic, clumsily taking out a small flag that, when infused with Spiritual Power, instantly expanded.

Celestial Travel Flag!

”I won’t let you off; next time we meet, I will take your life.”

The Judge glared viciously at Han Yu, looking like he was about to devour someone.

Seeing the Judge begin to shake the flag, Han Yu urgently shouted, ”Explode for me!”

Explode?

Explode what?

Just as the Judge felt this doubt internally, he saw two White Dragons descend from the sky striking his arms, followed by excruciating pain.

Amid the blast of white light, the Celestial Travel Flag plummeted down, visibly still holding his two hands!

Seeing this, Han Yu’s heart settled slightly, and in a blink, he was in front of the Judge.

”So, we meet again, don’t we?”

Han Yu chuckled at the now despairing Judge, breaking into a smile.

Finishing the smile, his face turned cold, launching a Wind Thunder Fist at the Judge’s Divine Spring, scorching energy crashing through his body like rotting wood before watching the Judge plummet from mid-air...

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Whie Emperor City was now a scene of chaos.

The streets were filled with potholes everywhere, some caused by the thorns planted by the Ox, and others by Han Yu’s Divine Techniques.

The city’s residences were almost entirely destroyed, especially during the rippling aftermaths of several incidents, with buildings collapsing and roofs caving in.

The Government Office was the first to be destroyed when the Ghost-faced Drum matured, but people, with nowhere else to go, could only clear a spot amid the ruins.

In the former outer courtyard, Ye Hei was efficiently directing the Palace Guard in search and rescue, and once the Palace Guard was arranged, the brothers from the Unparalleled Tower gathered to guard those who were parasitized.

When it came to the Mo Family, he paused, feeling slightly awkward.

”This is not a private matter, say whatever needs to be done.”

Mo Yang commented.

This time around, Ye Hei’s capabilities were apparent to all, whether it was assisting Han Yu with Huangfu Liang, or leading the group to sever the Ox’s support, earning everyone’s respect.

Therefore, in the face of significant matters, the Mo Family could put down personal grievances.