Chapter 884: Revenge

"Spare the nonsense, prepare to die!" Du Qingyang's face twisted with cruelty as he bellowed.

Before his words faded, the acupoints on his legs suddenly lit up. He stomped the ground with both feet, and his figure blurred, vanishing from the spot as if by teleportation.

The next instant, a whistling sound rang in Chen Yang's ear as Du Qingyang's two fingers, held together like a sharp dagger, stabbed straight toward his temple.

Chen Yang's expression changed. With no time to react, he could only dodge aside by instinct.

But Du Qingyang would not let him go. He shifted his footwork, closing in on Chen Yang, and the pads of his two fingers each lit up with an acupoint, containing a powerful force as they thrust toward Chen Yang's temple.

At that critical moment, a booming sound erupted.

The stone door of the underground cavern blasted apart. A figure in goose-yellow shattered the door, charging through and colliding sideways into Du Qingyang, who was about to kill Chen Yang with his fingers.

A dull thud sounded.

Du Qingyang's body struck as if against an iron plate. He was sent flying backward a hundred zhang, slamming into the opposite cliff face and falling heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but the injuries he had barely suppressed could no longer be contained. He spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, which splattered like rain across the ground.

Du Qingyang, clutching his bloody chest, staggered back a few steps until his back leaned against the pitch-black stone wall, barely holding himself upright. His legs trembled violently, as if he might collapse at any moment.

He raised his head to look at the figure that had broken through the door, a flicker of confusion in his eyes as he asked:

"Gu Qianxun? How could it be you!"

Standing opposite him, side by side with Chen Yang, the goose-yellow figure was graceful and slender. It was none other than the chief arena fighter of the First District of the Xuan Dou Arena, Gu Qianxun.

"Why couldn't it be me? I have been waiting for this day for thirty thousand years." Gu Qianxun's bright eyes were icy cold, staring unblinkingly at Du Qingyang as she spoke calmly.

"Thirty thousand years? Who exactly are you?" Du Qingyang said coldly.

"It seems your memory is not so good. Let me remind you. Do you remember the woman you secretly captured from Xuanzhi City back then?" Gu Qianxun's eyes flickered slightly as she spoke slowly.

"Xuanzhi City... Could it be..." Du Qingyang's face darkened.

"Back then, right here, you used the same Garra Blood Array to drain her true spirit bloodline, causing her to explode and die, leaving not even a complete corpse." Gu Qianxun took a deep breath, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke.

"Yan Hongyu... What is she to you?" Du Qingyang's expression shifted slightly as he asked.

"Silence! You're not worthy to utter my mother's name." Gu Qianxun's face suddenly twisted with fury as she snapped.

"No wonder... Over six thousand years ago, you came to my Qingyang City of your own accord, asking to join the Xuan Dou Arena. You must have been planning this all along, haven't you? What patience!" Du Qingyang sneered.

"Haha... For today, what harm would another thirty thousand years of waiting be? Fortunately, heaven has not failed me, and I have finally seen this day. You wanted to repeat your old trick, but I had already laid my plans in secret, and your subordinates have long been estranged from you." Gu Qianxun laughed wildly, shouting.

"Very well! It seems Hu Ben's death was your doing, wasn't it?" Du Qingyang glanced at Chen Yang, then fixed his gaze on Gu Qianxun, speaking each word deliberately.

Gu Qianxun only sneered, saying nothing.

Du Qingyang spat a thick, bloody wad to the side and said, "Since you and your mother share such deep affection, today I will use the bloodline power she left behind to send you to meet her in the underworld..."

With that, Du Qingyang suddenly closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and let out a fierce roar.

Immediately after, a mottled color appeared on the surface of his body, and a layer of extremely fine scales emerged, shimmering with a psychedelic light under the glow of the stone chamber's braziers.

Drawn by the commotion, the Crab Daoist shifted his gaze from Han Li and glanced over, raising an eyebrow slightly as he murmured, "A Rainbow-Scaled Serpent... quite rare..."

At the sight, Gu Qianxun's face suddenly darkened, as if struck in a sore spot, and she became furious.

"Old villain Du, you're asking for death!"

With a shout, the acupoints on her legs lit up in succession, her body leaned slightly forward, and like a perfectly coiled hunting leopard, she shot forward with astonishing speed, charging straight at Du Qingyang.

As their bodies crossed, Gu Qianxun thrust out a hand, fingers together like a blade, and stabbed fiercely at Du Qingyang's throat.

Whether because he was too injured to dodge or simply chose not to, Du Qingyang took the blow directly on his vulnerable throat.

A distinct impact sound rang out, yet Du Qingyang's throat did not snap as expected.

Instead, a faint, multicolored scaly light flickered at his throat, which seemed to retract like a spring, then bulge forward, channeling the immense force of Gu Qianxun's strike toward his own chest.

At that moment, his body seemed to transform into a boneless python, supple to the extreme. Every muscle on his body began to tremble at the same frequency, ultimately channeling that force into the ground without affecting him in the slightest.

This motion appeared lengthy, but in reality it was only an instant before he neutralized Gu Qianxun's full-force strike.

At the same time, as Du Qingyang's body trembled, one of his palms swung up from the side, slapping toward Gu Qianxun's face.

Seeing this, Gu Qianxun sidestepped and raised a fist to punch him.

The countless acupoints on her arm lit up densely, and a powerful invisible force of steel-like energy overflowed, instantly tearing her sleeve apart to reveal a slender, snow-white arm.

On this arm, slightly bulging muscle lines were very distinct, making it clear to the naked eye that it was filled with explosive power.

In an instant, fist and palm met!

A sudden explosion rang out, and a powerful shockwave burst between the two.

Du Qingyang, like a python, trembled all his muscles to channel the force into the ground, but his body still involuntarily shot backward, stopping only after slamming his foot against the stone wall behind him.

Gu Qianxun was directly sent flying backward by the impact, crashing heavily into the mountain wall on the other side.

"Rumble..."

A large section of the mountain wall collapsed, burying her figure.

Seeing this, Chen Yang's expression turned grim. He had thought that Du Qingyang would be severely injured from the backlash of the blood array, but unexpectedly, he still possessed such formidable combat power.

"Chen Yang, I have treated you well in the past, yet you repay me like this. Now, it's your turn..." Du Qingyang turned his gaze to Chen Yang and sneered.

Dark red patterns began to appear around his eye sockets, making his already ugly face even more twisted and ferocious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Qingyang's body shot forward like lightning, instantly appearing before Chen Yang, reaching out a hand to grab at his heart.

The latter dodged just in time, but the bone armor on his chest was scratched by Du Qingyang's fingers, leaving several deep marks.

Before Chen Yang could recover from his shock, Du Qingyang's body suddenly stretched and elongated, wrapping around his waist and abdomen like a colorful-scaled python. A cold, slippery sensation and an extremely powerful squeezing force followed.

Chen Yang clenched his fists and let out a fierce shout. All the acupoints on his body lit up, emitting a strong wave of power, trying to shake off Du Qingyang who was coiled around him.

However, Du Qingyang's body only loosened slightly before tightening again.

At the same time, his mouth opened wide, the corners seemingly tearing apart, expanding several times in size, truly turning into a python's bloody maw, snapping down toward Chen Yang's head.

Chen Yang struggled desperately but to no avail. He could only raise an arm and punch fiercely at the biting Du Qingyang.

Just as he was about to have his head bitten off by the transformed Illusory-Scaled Python, a patch of white light suddenly flashed from the rubble beneath the opposite mountain wall. An explosion sounded, and the rubble burst apart.

Gu Qianxun's figure rushed out from within. She reached to her waist and uncoiled a white bone spine chain that had been wrapped around her. It shot out like a serpent's tongue, stabbing straight at the Illusory-Scaled Python.

With a sharp clang,

the triangular bone tip at the end of the white bone spine chain, gleaming coldly, struck Du Qingyang's cheek, scratching out a series of dark red sparks.

Du Qingyang's cheek was completely unharmed, but his head was slightly deflected by the force, and he bit down on Chen Yang's shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into the shoulder blade.

Seeing this, Gu Qianxun's expression changed repeatedly, but she still refused to give up. She tapped her toes and flew over.

With a flick of her wrist, the tens-of-zhang-long white bone spine chain clanked loudly, and the bones quickly contracted, transforming into a four-foot-long white bone longsword.

All the acupoints on her body lit up, muscles bulging on both arms. She held the sword with both hands, her figure spinning several times in mid-air like a swallow, exerting all her strength to slash down at Du Qingyang's head.

"Whoosh..."

A whistling wind sounded, and even the void seemed to show a line of cracks.

With a "thud,"

the white bone longsword struck Du Qingyang's cheek, and a line of crimson blood spurted out.

The blood-soaked blade cut through Du Qingyang's skin and split his skull, but ultimately failed to sever his head in one blow, getting stuck in the bones of his cheek.

Seeing this, Gu Qianxun's pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Her nearly full-force strike still could not kill Du Qingyang.