Chapter Ninety-One: The Violet Radiance String Sword

“Third Brother!”
“Third Brother, what are you up to!”
“If you can’t do it, don’t push yourself.”
After the cries of alarm from the group, Old Hu’s expression grew peculiar as he looked at Ye Yu in the distance. Ye Yu’s mana had fallen to zero, yet an icy, bone-chilling aura radiated from him, unsettling Old Hu deeply.

“He’s out of mana. Should we go help Third Brother?”
Seeing Ye Yu’s state, Qu Zheng hurriedly spoke up, ready to dash toward Ye Yu’s position.

“Don’t go. If any of you rush in now, you’ll only hinder him, turning into a liability,” Old Hu snapped impatiently, stopping Qu Zheng and then shouting at the group.

“Clearly, that’s not an ordinary technique. This ultimate move has reached the utmost limit of the custom skill talent tree’s String branch. It seems everything before this was just preparation for this moment, a safeguard. On Ink Soul, there’s still a marked state—that’s the String branch’s symbol, but it bears a sword’s slash, which is quite odd.”

Old Hu explained further, “It’s obvious that ‘Cool Night’ activated a special buff on the target, allowing him to perform this extraordinary move, draining all his mana. This isn’t just a regular ultimate—it’s likely a deadly strike!”

A typical ultimate move is essentially a powerful skill with forced activation and cooldown restrictions. In ‘On the Body,’ though skills require preparation and execution time, there aren’t overly long cooldowns. As long as a player hasn’t depleted their mana or specific skill resource, they can continue using their skills.

But Ye Yu’s current move was clearly not a regular ultimate. It was a skill set with extremely high-level damage, and Old Hu could decisively predict that once Ye Yu finished this attack, he would suffer a severe negative buff as a balancing measure for custom skills that the system deemed acceptable. Of course, the damage calculation had its own logic—if it exceeded the class’s scope, the skill might fail to be set, but if successful, it could allow one to fight above their level. It showed just how powerful these skills could be, and that they could inflict special damage buffs on targets, highlighting Ye Yu’s exceptional abilities.

Old Hu’s guess was right. Next, a swirling purple aura enveloped Ye Yu like a stream, and under his will, it transformed into a sword three feet long, sharp beyond compare. Meanwhile, a purple flame spread from within Ye Yu, shrouding his figure entirely. At this moment, Ye Yu resembled the previous form of Ink Soul.

Yet there was a notable difference—the group could see the purple radiance draping over Ye Yu like a cloak, but the hood couldn’t conceal his impossibly handsome face. The ancient zither had vanished without a trace, replaced by a dazzling three-foot purple sword in Ye Yu’s hand.

Then, fine golden threads began to spread across the blade, a sharp aura revealed unmistakably.
Ye Yu raised the sword, his hooded face lifting, and in his purple eyes flashed a brilliant golden light.

Golden points of light floated around Ye Yu, gathering ceaselessly on the purple sword in his hand.

Seeing this, Ink Soul spun his Fangtian Halberd and launched a fierce attack toward Ye Yu, determined to strike first and defeat him. Clearly, Ink Soul had realized Ye Yu’s move was anything but ordinary.

Ye Yu raised the purple sword, which turned into a sheet of purple-gold. Behind him, a faint, indistinct figure appeared—lean, desolate, yet emanating an aura of unparalleled sharpness.

“That shadow looks just like Third Brother!”
“Now that you mention it, I see the resemblance too!”
In the distance, Ye Yu swung his sword; the shadow behind him raised its right hand, pointing with sword fingers, unleashing a razor-sharp sword light at the attacking Ink Soul.

Ink Soul quickly raised his Fangtian Halberd to block. With a thunderous boom, he was forced back several meters before regaining his footing.

Ye Yu’s movements were remarkably slow, almost casual, but it seemed the shadow behind him was not entirely under his control. Ye Yu struck again, but this time Ink Soul was fully prepared, and the collision forced the shadow behind Ye Yu to retreat.

“Heh, let me show you the technique I created myself.”
Ye Yu raised the purple-gold sword, and the shadow behind him finally synchronized with Ye Yu’s actions.

Purple-gold ripples radiated from the sword, and an invisible shockwave surged outward from Ye Yu as its center, forming a massive barrier that violently repelled Ink Soul who was about to reach him. Then Ye Yu flicked his left finger, sending a purple beam arching out.

‘Light String Fixes the Wind!’
Instantly, Ink Soul was trapped, though he soon broke free. Yet Ye Yu’s expression had grown cold, a frosty smile appearing on his lips.

Ink Soul’s AI was neither high nor low, but seeing Ye Yu’s look, Ink Soul’s face changed slightly.

“Purple Extreme String Sword: Slash—First Slash!”
Ye Yu shouted. Though he stood motionless, the shadow behind him, faint and indistinct, seemed to respond to his command, moving to take the purple-gold sword from Ye Yu’s hand. Instantly, the sword’s blade expanded, and with a subtle sweep, a purple-gold crescent burst forth, razor-sharp, hurtling toward Ink Soul.

Whoosh—

The purple-gold crescent pierced through Ink Soul’s body, yet caused no significant harm, merely deducting 1% of Ink Soul’s health. But beside Ink Soul’s name bar, a new status appeared—the one Old Hu had seen before. Originally gray, the sweep of the purple-gold crescent filled it with color, transforming it into a flashing purple-gold.

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