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The tall and imposing figure stood like an indomitable mountain, firmly blocking the path of Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang.
In his right hand, he gripped what was usually an unremarkable cane, but at that moment, it underwent a startling transformation—instantly morphing into a sharp sword that glimmered with a chilling light. A sinister black aura flowed along the blade, evoking a sense of dread and terror.
"Get out of here! I'll hold it off!" Lu Zhiyuan's voice was deep and thunderous, imbued with an irresistible power and an undeniable air of authority.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang exchanged astonished glances, their eyes reflecting deep confusion and barely concealed shock.
They simply could not comprehend how the usually kind and gentle Village Chief could suddenly become so unfamiliar and powerful.
"Village Chief, what is happening...?" Xuan Yang finally could not suppress his fear and curiosity any longer, his voice trembling as he asked.
Lu Zhiyuan slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Xuan Yang's bewildered face. A complex expression flickered in his eyes, as if he were reminiscing about some past moments or caught in a painful struggle.
"Child, some things are better left unknown for your own good."
With a long sigh, Lu Zhiyuan's words carried an overwhelming sense of helplessness and sorrow that tugged at the heartstrings.
"What exactly is going on? Village Chief, please tell me!" Xuan Yang pressed urgently, filled with confusion and unease.
In his mind, the esteemed Village Chief could never be the kind of evil person they were facing now.
Yet at that moment, Lu Zhiyuan merely shook his head silently, offering no words.
He turned away once more to face the relentless giant statue looming before him.
The statue towered into the clouds like an insurmountable peak. Its dual eyes glowed with a blood-red light that sent chills down one’s spine, as if it could see through all things in the world and mercilessly devour every living being.
With a thunderous roar that echoed through the heavens, the colossal creature charged towards Lu Zhiyuan like a black lightning bolt slicing through the night.
With each step it took, the ground trembled violently, as if the very earth was about to split apart.
Faced with such a terrifying foe, Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.
He gripped the gleaming long sword tightly in his hands, as if it were the only lifeline he could rely on in this life-and-death moment.
"Come on! Let me personally experience just how powerful you truly are!"
Lu Zhiyuan's shout reverberated across the vast square, infused with an unwavering determination that embraced death without hesitation.
In an instant, the long sword collided with the statue's massive hand, producing a deafening crash that shook the very foundations of the world.
At that moment, it felt as though the entire universe was shaken by this force, teetering on the brink of collapse;
the ground of the square quaked violently, sending countless fragments of stone flying and dust swirling into the air, creating an apocalyptic scene that sent chills down one's spine.
Lu Zhiyuan stood tall like a mountain, unwavering as he faced the statue, resembling an indestructible barrier that protected all within its reach.
In this moment, his figure radiated an unparalleled aura of majesty that inspired awe and respect.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Beside him, Xuan Yang was left dumbfounded, his Dual Eyes wide open in disbelief as he gazed at the unfolding scene.
Never before had he imagined that Lu Zhiyuan could unleash such earth-shattering power; it completely overturned all his previous perceptions of Lu Zhiyuan's strength.
On the other side, Qu Si Yang wore a look of shock as well, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
She found it difficult to understand why Lu Zhiyuan had suddenly become so powerful. The terrifying strength he possessed far exceeded any extraordinary warrior she had ever encountered in her life.
Lu Zhiyuan wielded a gleaming long sword, its blade radiating a fierce aura. Each swing unleashed a force akin to thunder, striking down towards the massive statue with relentless fury.
The statue responded by extending its enormous hands, blocking Lu Zhiyuan's attacks without hesitation.
In an instant, the long sword and the giant hands clashed repeatedly in midair, the sound of their collisions ringing out deafeningly. Each impact released a wave of destructive energy that felt as if it could annihilate the heavens and earth.
These energy waves surged forth like a torrential flood, sweeping in all directions. Wherever they passed, surrounding buildings were instantly reduced to ruins, debris scattered everywhere.
What was once a wide and flat square had now transformed into a vast battlefield shrouded in smoke and devastation.
The onlookers who had come to participate in the trial were utterly terrified by the breathtaking scene of battle unfolding before them. They screamed in panic, clutching their heads as they desperately fled from this place of chaos.
Each person ran frantically, fearing that even a moment's delay would result in them being caught up in the brutal conflict.
They understood all too well that the fierce battle taking place was far beyond what someone of their level could dare to involve themselves in.
This was no ordinary trial; it resembled a breathtaking and earth-shattering war between gods and demons!
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang cautiously hid at a distance from the battlefield, not daring to blink as they fixed their eyes on the astonishing clash. Their hearts raced as if gripped by an invisible hand, pounding so violently it felt like they might burst from their chests.
Their palms were already slick with sweat from overwhelming tension.
At that moment, countless questions and fears filled their minds.
They simply could not comprehend why Lu Zhiyuan, who had always behaved normally, had suddenly undergone such a drastic change and displayed this unimaginable terrifying power.
What hidden secrets lay behind all these changes?
At that moment, Lu Zhiyuan, who had been fiercely battling his enemies, suddenly let out a deafening roar.
The cry was filled with endless pain and desperate struggle, sending chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.
At the same time, his body began to emit an incredibly bright and dazzling light, yet within this radiant glow, there were faint traces of a dark and eerie aura.
Clearly, two completely different yet equally powerful forces were clashing and entangling wildly within him.
As time passed, the light grew even more intense, eventually becoming so bright that it was blinding.
Its intensity was akin to a blazing sun suddenly descending upon the earth, illuminating the vast square as brightly as day.
"Lord of Shadows!" Lu Zhiyuan's voice became deep and hoarse, tinged with a hint of madness. His eyes glowed red, as if two flames were burning within them.
"What? Lord of Shadows?" Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were once again shocked. However, judging by Lu Zhiyuan's state, this ability certainly matched the title.
Lu Zhiyuan's body began to transform, a change that sent waves of unease through Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang.
His skin turned black, as if soaked in ink, while his eyes became red like two blood-colored gems, shimmering with an otherworldly light.
Behind him emerged a pair of enormous black wings, covered in dark feathers that glinted with a cold light, resembling the scythe of death itself.
"Hahaha! I have finally regained my power!" Lu Zhiyuan laughed maniacally, his voice brimming with pride and excitement. His laughter echoed across the square, sending shivers down spines.
"Village Chief, why are you doing this?" Xuan Yang shouted angrily, confusion and rage evident in his voice.
Lu Zhiyuan turned to look at Xuan Yang, his gaze cold and dismissive as if he were regarding an insignificant insect.
"Why? Because I want to become the ruler of this world!" Lu Zhiyuan sneered, his voice filled with ambition and madness.
"You've lost your mind!" Xuan Yang shouted, unable to believe that the kind and gentle Lu Zhiyuan could harbor such a mad idea.
"Mad? No, I'm very clear-headed," Lu Zhiyuan replied, shaking his head. "I simply want what I deserve."
"What you deserve? What right do you have to be the ruler of this world?" Xuan Yang questioned, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
Lu Zhiyuan did not respond; he merely raised the sword in his hand once more, the dark aura surrounding it growing thicker, as if it intended to swallow everything around.
"Die!" Lu Zhiyuan roared as he charged at Xuan Yang, moving with incredible speed, like a bolt of black lightning, instantly appearing before him.
Xuan Yang quickly dodged, knowing he was no match for Lu Zhiyuan, but he could not just sit back and wait for his fate.
Lu Zhiyuan's attacks came at a blinding pace, leaving Xuan Yang with no chance to evade. Wounds appeared all over his body, blood staining his clothes.
At that moment, Qu Si Yang suddenly stepped in front of Xuan Yang, spreading her arms wide like a hen protecting her chicks, shielding him behind her.
"Si Yang!" Xuan Yang exclaimed in shock; he had not expected Qu Si Yang to take such action.
Lu Zhiyuan's attack struck Qu Si Yang instead, the gleaming sword ruthlessly piercing her body.
With a dull thud, the sound of steel entering flesh echoed through the air.
Qu Si Yang was sent flying like a fallen leaf, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Si Yang!" Xuan Yang rushed to her side, lifting her up. His eyes were filled with tears, and his heart was heavy with pain and guilt.
"Xuan Yang... I'm fine..." Qu Si Yang said weakly, her face pale as paper, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Si Yang, how are you?" Xuan Yang asked anxiously, holding her tightly in fear that she might leave him.
"I... I'm fine..." Qu Si Yang said again, her voice growing weaker, as if it could vanish at any moment.
Lu Zhiyuan ignored them, raising his sword once more. The black aura surrounding the blade seemed to come alive, transforming into black venomous snakes that lunged toward Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang.
"Die!" Lu Zhiyuan roared again, charging at Xuan Yang, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he aimed to completely obliterate him.
Xuan Yang knew he could no longer evade; he had to fight, to protect Qu Si Yang and uphold his own beliefs.
Taking a deep breath, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes. He gently placed Qu Si Yang on the ground and stood up to face Lu Zhiyuan.
"Come on! Lu Zhiyuan!" Xuan Yang shouted, rushing toward him. A faint golden light radiated from him, the spiritual energy within him igniting.
In the square, the figures of Xuan Yang and Lu Zhiyuan intertwined as their battle raged on, fierce and earth-shattering.
Surrounding buildings crumbled continuously, the ground shook violently, turning the entire square into a wasteland.
Though Xuan Yang was not as powerful as Lu Zhiyuan, he relied on his indomitable will and unwavering conviction to block Lu Zhiyuan's attacks time and again.
"What the hell is that old man doing?" a Trialist hid in the distance, watching the battle in terror, his voice filled with fear and anxiety.
"Damn it, is this still a trial? This is practically a divine showdown!" another Trialist exclaimed, his face marked with shock and helplessness.
"That old man must be cosplaying as the Blind Monk or something; he's all dark and has wings—it's terrifying!" another Trialist remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm but overshadowed by fear.
"We should get out of here; this place is too dangerous!" one Trialist suggested.
"Run? Where can we run? The whole square is wrecked like this; where can we escape to?" another Trialist replied, despair etched across his face.
"What do we do then? Are we just going to wait here to die?" one Trialist asked.
"Wait for death? No, we can't wait for death; we have to find a way to survive!" one Trialist said, his eyes shining with determination.
"How can we survive? Just look at how they're fighting; if we go out there, it's a death sentence!" another Trialist replied.
"No, we won't go out. We'll stay here and wait until they're done fighting, then we'll go out," a third Trialist suggested.
"Is that really going to work? What if they come here after the fight?" another Trialist asked.
"There's nothing we can do about that; we just have to take a gamble!" one of them declared.
"Alright then, let's take that gamble!" the others agreed.
So, these Trialists hid in the distance, anxiously watching the battle unfold. Their hearts were filled with fear and unease, but all they could do was pray—pray that this fight would end soon and that they would survive.
This battle would determine the fate of this world and the fate of these Trialists.
Who would emerge victorious in the end? Would it be the powerful Lu Zhiyuan or the steadfast Xuan Yang? Everything remained uncertain.
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