Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The blinding crimson flames in the five puppets’ hollow eye sockets flared with violent intensity as their ancient arrays adapted to Shen Yu’s sudden release of killing intent.

Moving with mechanical synchronicity, the five stone puppets lunged simultaneously.

Under the chamber’s suffocating gravity, their heavy obsidian boots fractured the stone tiles with every stride, their rusted greatswords howling through the stagnant air.

They executed a classic Asura slaughter net, two blades swept low to sever his tendons, two struck diagonally across his torso, while the central puppet delivered a crushing downward cleave aimed straight at the crown of his skull.

Shen Yu didn’t leap back.

He didn’t summon a defensive barrier.

He stepped directly into the jaws of the storm.

His right hand warped into a jagged claw wrapped in a pitch-black, suffocating miasma.

Channeling the ancient demonic art, the Nine Abyssal Soul-Rending Claw, his pale skin hardened, taking on the dark, lustrous sheen of obsidian scales as his fingernails elongated into razor-sharp talons.

Normally, executing such a vile art without pure demonic Qi would inflict violent, bone-gnawing backlash on an orthodox cultivator’s meridians.

Yet, Shen Yu’s mastery over the technique had reached absolute perfection in his past life.

Though channeling it through his refined celestial Qi suppressed a fraction of its true power, he commanded the art with flawless precision, suffering not the slightest hint of spiritual rebound.

Wisps of corrosive black smoke hissed from his pores, gnawing hungrily into the surrounding atmospheric Qi.

CLANGGG!

With sheer, barehanded arrogance, Shen Yu caught the descending greatsword of the lead sentinel right at the blade’s edge.

The violent impact sent a bone-rattling tremor through the ground, but his Qi surged instantly, his black talons biting deep into the ancient iron.

The blade sizzled with pungent, rotting smoke as the corrosive energy rapidly ate away at the metal’s structural integrity.

Before the construct could comprehend the resistance, Shen Yu yanked downward with monstrous physical force, violently pulling the towering stone body off-balance.

His left hand snapped forward like a striking viper, his index and middle fingers locked in the lethal posture of the Nether-Piercing Finger of Desolation.

A spiral of pitch-black, concentrated death Qi compressed at his fingertips, shrieking with the agony of a thousand phantom souls before detonating forward.

PSTTT— BOOM!

The beam of concentrated death punched clean through the stone guardian’s throat, obliterating its reinforced neck and drilling directly into the primary runic matrix housed within its chest cavity.

The compressed energy detonated from the inside out, blowing the sentinel’s head and shoulders into a violent spray of pulverized shrapnel.

In that very fraction of a second, the four remaining greatswords cleaved into Shen Yu’s flank.

Two jagged edges grazed his exposed ribs, ripping through the remnants of his robes and scoring deep, bloody lines into his flesh, while a third struck his left shoulder with bone-fracturing momentum.

Yet, Shen Yu felt no terror, only raw, intoxicating euphoria.

The sharp bite of agony sent a rush of adrenaline flooding through his veins, the sweet, metallic scent of his own blood unleashing the battle-crazed demonic man.

"Is this the limit of your slaughter?!" Shen Yu roared, his voice thick with unhinged laughter.

Twisting his spine with joint-defying flexibility, he spun entirely within the narrow pocket of the four converging weapons.

His right hand blurred, slamming the palm of the Nine Abyssal Claw directly into the chest plate of the second puppet.

CRUNCH!

The concussive shockwave caved the stone inward.

Without pausing, Shen Yu pumped a massive surge of Qi directly into the fractured core

Like venomous black ivy, veins of rotting death Qi spread across the construct’s petrified limbs, dissolving the ancient stone to brittle powder from the inside until the entire upper half of the puppet collapsed into a mound of withered, black ash.

The remaining three sentinels adjusted instantly, pivoting on their heels to form a three-point piercing formation, their heavy blades driving toward his heart in a coordinated thrust.

Shen Yu’s blood-red eyes flashed with cruel delight.

Abandoning orthodox movement entirely, he triggered Phantom Steps, infusing the technique with volatile demonic miasma.

Instead of passive afterimages, his displaced silhouettes materialized as three unstable phantoms of roiling black smoke.

The moment the sentinels’ greatswords pierced the illusions, the unstable miasma detonated.

KABOOM!

The explosive backlash blasted outward, destabilizing the heavy constructs and blowing their stances wide open.

Vaulting high into the air above the smoke, Shen Yu descended like a falling star.

His arms crossed over his chest before snapping outward, his fingers locked into twin Nether-Piercing Fingers.

BANG! BANG!

Two pitch-black beams of concentrated death perforated the skulls of the third and fourth sentinels.

The sheer kinetic force smashed both towering bodies downward into the arena floor, their runic lights fracturing into dying embers before their bodies shattered into mounds of pulverized gravel.

The fifth and final puppet lunged in a frantic, berserk frenzy, swinging its greatsword in an upward arc to cleave him in two.

Shen Yu plummeted from above, stomping his boot directly onto the flat of the rising greatsword, pinning the weapon ruthlessly against the cracked obsidian tiles.

Leaning down until his crimson, battle-mad eyes were mere inches from the puppet’s flickering eye sockets, his manic grin widened into a chilling sneer.

"Break."

His open palm slammed down directly onto the puppet’s face.

BOOM!

The concussive force exploded downward through the construct’s frame, obliterating the stone body into a storm of pulverized shrapnel and dark ash that rained across the battered arena floor.

Absolute silence returned to the cavern, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of blood from Shen Yu’s side and his own deep, ragged breathing.

Standing amidst the wreckage, the blood-soaked madness gradually faded from Shen Yu’s gaze, the abyssal crimson slowly receding back into its calm, sovereign gold.

He rolled his injured shoulder with a low, satisfied exhale.

Retrieving a healing pill from his spatial ring, he tossed it into his mouth.

The medicinal essence melted instantly on his tongue, sending a warm torrent of pure, refined vitality directly into his dantian.

His internal circulation roared into overdrive, rapidly stitching the deep lacerations along his ribs and shoulder, knitting torn muscle, and violently purging every trace of the lingering frost from his veins.

Looking down at the five mounds of ash, five distinct crimson glows pulsed rhythmically in the subterranean gloom.

With a sweeping flick of his sleeve, Shen Yu drew all five fractured Memory Jade shards straight into his palm.

The moment they met the earlier fragments in his grasp, the pieces resonated with a sharp harmonic hum.

Click. Click. Click.

The fractured shards locked together like a completed puzzle, fusing into a pristine, deep-crimson jade tablet.

An intricate web of ancient, blood-red script ignited along the surface of the jade, projecting a torrent of martial knowledge directly into Shen Yu’s sea of consciousness.

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