Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Gu Yao looked at Shen Zhezhu, suppressed the blood churning in his throat, and controlled his trembling voice, "Shen Zhezhu, we haven't had a proper battle yet. Today, let's settle our score!"

The boy paused, turning slightly to the side. His crimson eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, like a bottomless pool of blood, waving and luring Gu Yao into the abyss.

"Ha, to settle things?"

"Right or wrong?"

"So, in Master's eyes, the entanglement between me and Master was just a matter of right and wrong, something that could be resolved so easily?"

Looking into those calm, blood-red eyes, Gu Yao pursed his lips and raised the tip of his sword. "Words are useless. Don't you want my life? If you have the guts, then come and take it!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yao attacked first, raising his hand to slash out with his sword. The demons that were hit by the sword energy were frozen by the cold air, and then shattered by the sword energy.

Gu Yao is someone who has cultivated water-based spiritual power to its extreme.

There is a saying in the cultivation world: "The chilling aura of Immortal Lord Tianyue is so intense that anyone who touches it will die!"

Gu Yao unleashed his full spiritual power to attack, while Shen Zhezhu stepped back and raised his Wujue Sword to block.

With a clang, the two swords clashed, their crimson, black, and translucent white blood intertwining and churning as if trying to devour the chilling aura!

Gu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and made a hand seal with one hand, "With the spirit of water, give birth to the body of wood, condense the energy into ice, rise!"

Within the mountain shrouded in black mist, emerald green branches rapidly emerged from the soil, carrying a chilling aura, and charged straight at Shen Zhezhu!

The boy raised his hand to block, and the branches were cut off by a blade of energy just as they were about to reach his face!

Gu Yao's expression remained unchanged as his fingers flew across the screen, causing the broken vines to explode instantly. What were originally just sharp vines burst apart and were then frozen into ice by the cold air in the next second, resembling twisted nail boards that were barely rolled into a sphere.

The young man raised his hand and sent countless ice spikes hurtling towards Shen Zhezhu.

He raised his hand to block, but even at such close range, in his panicked reaction, he was still cut on the cheek.

Bright red blood dripped down the boy's fair cheeks, only to be licked away by the black mist, leaving no trace.

Shen Zhezhu raised his hand to wipe his cheek, his fingertips touching something warm. He was somewhat stunned, as if he hadn't expected Gu Yao to actually hurt him.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, his hands trembling slightly, but he didn't launch another forceful attack.

Influenced by Shen Zhezhu's emotions, the ten thousand spiritual flames around him flickered, and his beautiful eyes were filled with deathly stillness. "Master, let us be buried here together!"

Gu Yao paused upon hearing this, his expression growing even colder. The young man raised his hand, and ten thousand spiritual flames flew towards Gu Yao. He turned and retreated hastily, raising his hand to form a hand seal, "Borrowing the power of living beings, I form the Ice of Ten Thousand Flowers, defend!"

The young man in red braced himself with one hand on the ground and made a hand seal with the other. Ice flowers bloomed rapidly, looking dreamy and beautiful. Ten thousand flowers condensed into an ice mirror, blocking the exploding spiritual fire.

The aftershocks still forced Gu Yao back, and he could almost hear the protests emanating from the meridians within his body.

Taking advantage of the aftershocks of the explosion, Gu Yao turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then casually wiped it away.

He gripped the silver hilt of the sword tightly with his fingertips, staring intently at Shen Zhezhu, making a mental assessment.

He still has the power of one more sword!

Gu Yao stood up, his broken tendons screaming in pain, and he could already feel the cracks in his skin.

He looked down and forced a self-deprecating smile. Should he be glad?

Today, he is wearing red clothes.

The dark red clothes were soaked in blood, but that didn't show it.

Her pale eyes glanced at the boy covered in black energy, a hint of heartache flashing in them.

He knew that the body hidden beneath the black mist was covered in wounds.

How could someone with little spiritual power be unharmed after being thrown down like that?

but……

The fox will be alright soon.

Everyone will be alright.

Believe me.

The young man's expression was resolute, with a hint of bloodthirsty madness. His rosy face hovered in front of Gu Yao, emitting a dazzling light that added a coldness to his beautiful and delicate features.

His voice was as cold as ice, “I possess the Soaring Cloud Sword, I challenge Fei Hua to be my opponent!”

Hearing these rather sanctimonious words, Shen Zhezhu gave a twisted smile. "Ling Yun? Master really knows how to stab me in the heart..."

Gu Yao pursed his lips but did not argue.

His hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly.

He just wanted to fulfill a promise he made to him.

He had promised Shen Zhezhu that once he reached the Golden Core stage, he would let him see his famous Lingyun Sword.

Only later...

Gu Yao sighed softly.

Lingyun was a sword technique he mastered in his youth when he was full of vigor and ambition, but it is no longer suitable for him to use to defend himself now.

But he still wanted to show it to Shen Zhezhu, just as... his own selfish guilt.

Gu Yao said no more. He raised his hand and stirred up the water vapor from all directions. Within a hundred miles of the Tianqian Sect, there were countless spiritual mountains and crisscrossing rivers, making it a favorable battlefield for Gu Yao.

Rivers, soil, green grass, trees... all emitted white mist, which slowly condensed towards the youth.

Gu Huai watched this scene with a solemn expression.

The supply of water and soil from all directions amplified the earth-shaking power of Gu Yao's sword strike. White mist condensed around him, flowing slowly like a river. The young man, dressed in red, was enveloped in the holy white, like a Gesang flower blooming on the grassland, breathtakingly beautiful.

The Soaring Cloud Sword is named so because it condenses mist into clouds.

Gu Yao stood on a cloud, surrounded by thousands of ice flowers. Among them, the brightly dressed young man was like the most beautiful fire fox in the snowfield, dangerous yet beautiful.

"One sword, soaring into the clouds!"

With a flick of his fingertips, millions of ice flowers, carrying a bone-chilling cold, attacked the boy mercilessly.

Gu Yao stood on a cloud amidst blooming ice flowers, looking down at the boy. The dazzling petals collided with the pure white ice flowers, causing even the first defensive formation, the Heavenly Spirit Formation, to tremble slightly.

Gu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly. After he used Lingyun, Shen Zhezhu seemed to have lost control.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The black aura surrounding the boy churned and surged rapidly, spreading towards the ordinary towns on the outskirts of the Tianqian Sect, threatening to destroy the world.

The already dark sky seemed to darken even further at this moment.

The young man's black hair flew wildly as he turned his head to look at Gu Yao with an expression full of sorrow. "Master, why did you have to use Ling Yun?"

"Are the few good memories we have left together not worth mentioning to you?"

"Gu Yao, how could you be so heartless!"