I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Chapter 152: Demonic Sect’s Great Grandmaster, Killing Skull_3

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Xu Yan asked solemnly.

“You are seeking death!”

Deathly Skeleton was enraged, indignantly holding on to a notion of being despised.

Boom!

The terrifying Blood Prison Fire surged as he held the skeleton staff, curling up a horrific red flame that emitted a cracking sound, and charged fiercely towards Xu Yan.

This youngster is taking liberties way too far!

Xu Yan slashed out with his sword, Mountain River Dragon Roar!

The sword intent of the Mountain River filled the air, resonating with a dragon roar, followed closely by a palm strike, carrying the mighty and peerless Golden Giant Dragon with the extreme yang and hard energy, raging into the scorched Blood Prison Fire.

As strong as the Blood Prison Fire seemed, it ultimately belonged to the gloomy class of cultivation techniques, often seen as sinister power.

The energy of the Descending Dragon Palm, extreme yang and hard, was perfectly able to restrain the Blood Prison Fire.

Boom!

The Golden Dragon roared, flexing its formidable strength, rolling and rotating in rapid succession, the Blood Prison Fire gradually diminishing as if it could not corrode the Golden Giant Dragon at all. On the contrary, under the bombardment of the Golden Giant Dragon, it kept getting weaker.

“You!”

The face of the Deathly Skeleton changed drastically.

“I won’t spare you!”

What was the opponent’s cultivation technique that seemed to restrain his cultivation technique?

The skeleton staff enveloped a gloomy atmosphere, the flames transformed into countless skulls falling from the sky, as if they intended to bury and burn all beings.

“Today, after killing you, I would like to see what Demon Lord Huo Tu can do? If you dare to offend me, Xu Yan, just wait for me to kill you on your doorstep.”

Xu Yan sneered.

The Golden Giant Dragon spun around, his Longsword came crashing down.

All Creature Sword of the Mountain River!

Boom!

The face of the Deathly Skeleton was horrified, the crisis was looming, and a burst of blood gushed out from his body, turning into a shield, enveloping him.

The Blood Prison Fire that spewed out from the skeleton staff suddenly condensed into a giant sword, as if it was going to block this blow.

At the same time, his figure flickered, planning to escape.

Xu Yan’s strength was beyond his expectation, and the terrifying Golden Giant Dragon, fierce and intense, restrained his Blood Prison Fire. As such, his powerful killing skill was unable to release its due power fully.

“Once you’re here, don’t even think of escaping. No enemy has ever escaped from my, Xu Yan’s, hand!”

Xu Yan slashed again, his palm once more struck out.

Roar!

Eighteen Golden Giant Dragons roared in unison, swirling all around, attacking from the outside to the inside.

“Kill!”

The Deathly Skeleton’s face drastically changed, revealing a hideous and gloomy look.

Bang!

The robe on his body exploded in an instant, a column of bloody aura surged from his body, and the world seemed to be filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

The tremendous bloody aura spewed out from the Deathly Skeleton’s body, poured into the skeleton staff, and in an instant, his body began to wither.

“If you want to kill me, then we will die together!”

The Deathly Skeleton’s face looked hideous; his skeletal staff had turned blood red, emanating a terrifying aura.

Xu Yan, in return, was even more furious, “Give me back my spirit ticket!”

As the Deathly Skeleton’s robe exploded, so did his money bag, and with it the spirit ticket naturally broke into fragments.

This meant that, even if Xu Yan killed his opponent, there would be no reward!

How could he not be angry?

Since the spirit ticket was already destroyed, there was no need to worry about damaging it while attacking. His Sword Intent escalated instantly. The fierce killing aura seemed to even change the color of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the Deathly Skeleton, who was prepared to fight to the death, felt chills running down his spine.. That temperament of murder, that terrifying killing intent, was even more frightening than the murderous aura of the devil himself!