Chapter 516: Chapter 516

As the clash continued, the black robed man knew he couldn't let Han Yu have the advantage. He was surprised to find out that while Han Yu was weaker than him in cultivaiton, his body was surprisingly strong and his battle senses even more.

The young man ignored pain and injuries, dealing one wound in exchange for enduring two.

"ENOUGH!" Finally, the black-robed cultivator roared and unleashed a burst of dark Qi.

The energy exploded outward, sending Han Yu flying through the air like a rag doll.

He crashed into a massive tree trunk with a thud that rattled his bones and collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

Pain surged through his entire body, every nerve screaming. Blood dripped from his mouth, and his vision wavered.

The black-robed cultivator rose slowly, his own face bruised and his nose bleeding. His robe was torn and spattered with mud. His pride burned hotter than his wounds.

"No one… no one has humiliated me before," he growled, wiping the blood from his face. "I'll make you suffer for it."

Han Yu forced himself to his feet, swaying slightly. He smirked through his pain. "You can try."

"Slaughter Mince Spiral!" The man raised his sword and slashed through the air.

A spiral of dark energy burst from the blade, spinning like a vortex as it streaked toward Han Yu. The attack ripped apart the ground in its path, sending water and mud flying into the air.

Han Yu barely rolled aside, but the edge of the spiral grazed his waist, tearing through flesh.

He cried out in pain as a deep gash opened across his side, blood splattering the ground.

The black-robed man lowered his sword, confident. "You're finished."

Han Yu coughed, straightening slowly. His eyes lifted, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to still.

The man frowned. Something felt off.

Han Yu's eyes had changed.

They were no longer the dark, determined eyes of a battered cultivator, they were glowing purple, with faint dark ripples swirling deep within them, like endless waves spreading across an unseen sea.

The air around him grew heavy.

The black-robed cultivator froze, his body stiffening as an invisible force gripped his soul. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in sudden horror.

"What… what is this…" he rasped, but his voice was already trembling.

Han Yu's gaze locked onto him completely, every ounce of hatred, pain, and rage focused into that single look.

His voice was low, almost a growl. "Soul… Petrifying Glare."

The world dimmed for the black-robed man. His limbs stopped responding, his spiritual energy faltered, and his mind began to sink into an abyss of paralysis.

Han Yu stepped forward slowly, blood dripping from his side, his expression cold and merciless. The time for fear had passed. All that remained was vengeance. Latest content publıshed on N0velFire.ɴet

Han Yu walked in silence, breathing heavily, every muscle in his body trembling from exhaustion and rage. The black robed man before him was still frozen in place, his limbs stiff and his expression locked in an unnatural grimace of confusion and horror.

His eyes darted rapidly, yet his body could not obey the frantic commands of his soul.

Each second that passed stretched longer than the last. The faint wind that blew through the trees carried the scent of blood, dust, and burnt grass. Han Yu could hear it all; the faint ruffling of the man's clothes, the rustle of leaves, and the sluggish pulse of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Step by step, Han Yu walked forward. His legs wobbled from fatigue, but the fury that burned in his chest kept him upright. Every breath he took was heavy, dragging through his throat like molten iron. The black robed man's eyes followed him, filled with disbelief.

He could not understand what had happened.

How could a mere early stage Core Condensation cultivator freeze him ?

Even if the boy had used a paralyzing skill or talisman, his own defensive treasures should have countered it. The man tried to will his Qi to move, to break the stillness that held him captive, yet his meridians felt like they were sealed shut by invisible chains.

Han Yu's footsteps were slow but deliberate. The sound of his boots crunching against the dirt echoed like a drumbeat of doom.

The black robed man's fear turned to panic.

He wanted to scream, to curse, to call for aid, but his mouth refused to move. Even his spiritual sense was collapsing, as if crushed beneath an invisible mountain. His mind was screaming that this could not be happening, that no one at Han Yu's level could possibly do this.

But reality paid no heed to his disbelief.

Han Yu came to stand before him.

The young cultivator's eyes glowed faintly purple, the dark ripples within them swirling like the depths of a violent sea. His face was pale and streaked with blood, his robes torn and drenched crimson, while a large wound on his waist spilled copious amounts of blood.

Yet, the way he looked down at the frozen man made it clear that there was no mercy left in him.

For a brief moment, there was only silence. The two stood in eerie stillness, one trapped in dread and the other consumed by vengeance.

Then Han Yu's lips moved. His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, but it carried with it a chilling weight.

He reached out, his hands trembling as he grasped the man's neck. The frozen cultivator's pupils shrank as his skin touched Han Yu's fingers. Though he could not move, his heart pounded wildly in his chest, the only sign that he was still alive.

Han Yu's grip tightened.

The black robed man could feel the pressure building, his windpipe closing, his veins bulging.

He tried to breathe, but could not.

He tried to circulate his qi, but it was as it it had given up on him.

His strength was gone, replaced by utter terror.