Chapter 67: The Venerable's Son?
“BOOM!”
“Crash!”
With the Heavenly Saber Sect’s last Dharma Ship falling into the sea.
The stench of blood spread for a thousand kilometers!
Rolling thick smoke billowed up from the sea beyond Tiangong Island, obscuring all vision and making it impossible to see the situation clearly.
Lu Qingyang’s expression was calm as he said lightly, “Begin.”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!”
At his soft command, in an instant, all the Tier-Two Puppets and Tier-Three Dark Blue Puppets transformed into streaks of lightning, charging toward the thick smoke!
Then came dozens of weak, terrified moans.
“Ah, no…”
“Dao… Fellow Daoist, spare me…”
“We surrender… please, spare me…”
Clearly, quite a few Heavenly Saber Sect disciples had survived by sheer luck.
Even quite a few Golden Core True Monarchs could survive. That Nascent Soul cultivator probably…
Lu Qingyang mused to himself.
“BOOM!”
Sure enough, just as Lu Qingyang was pondering, a tremendous crash suddenly came from the thick smoke in the distance!
Immediately after, a pitch-black blade light tore through layer after layer of mist, soaring into the sky.
That blade light was searing hot beyond measure, carrying the wreckage of a Tier-Three Puppet as it shot straight toward Lu Qingyang!
Sure enough!
Couldn’t keep the Nascent Soul down?
Lu Qingyang’s brow furrowed slightly. He raised his hand and released a beam of crimson flame that incinerated the blade light.
“Chaotian Sect! I fuck your ancestors for eight generations!”
The next moment, a hysterical roar rang out.
“Whoosh!”
A brilliant blade light tore through the thick mist, flying toward Tiangong Island.
It was none other than Ancestor Lidao!
Looking at the disheveled Ancestor Lidao before him — hair wild, body battered, clothes in tatters — Lu Qingyang could not help but sigh inwardly.
Trying to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator with Tier-Three spiritual ore was still too much of a stretch.
What a pity. If not for the Chaotian Sect’s lack of resources, sooner or later I could have developed a Dharma Artifact capable of threatening Immortal Lord Huashen.
Lu Qingyang murmured inwardly.
“Little beast!! Today I will scatter your ashes to the wind!”
“KILL!”
The next moment, Ancestor Lidao had already arrived with that black blade light screaming through the air.
His face was twisted to the extreme, his eyes filled with boundless hatred.
And that boundless hatred, along with the Nascent Soul aura that suppressed the entire Chaotian Sect, made all the disciples on the island change expression.
Especially the Directors watching from the sidelines — Chao San, Old Huang, and the others — whose pupils contracted sharply.
“Nascent Soul Ancestor!”
“Can the Sect Master stand against a Nascent Soul Ancestor?!”
Old Huang, Ma Han, and the others were shaken beyond measure, their faces filled with disbelief.
A Nascent Soul Ancestor was the highest combat power of the former Great Zhou region. It would not be an exaggeration to call them the ceiling of the Great Zhou region.
And even that was only by hearsay. No one had ever personally witnessed a Nascent Soul Ancestor take action.
Now their Sect Master was genuinely facing a Nascent Soul Ancestor head-on. How could they not be alarmed!
If he fell, then the Chaotian Sect would truly collapse!
“Hum!”
Sensing that boundless killing intent, all the disciples on Tiangong Island trembled in spirit.
Zhao Layue looked at the man in blue robes standing atop the mountain peak, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and anxiety.
She wanted to rush forward, but Chao San held her back.
“Since the Sect Master dares to accept the challenge, he naturally has full confidence!”
Zhao Layue opened her mouth to speak, but ultimately chose to trust this Martial-Uncle.
After all, in her impression, her Master never did anything without certainty.
At this moment, Lu Qingyang’s expression was calm.
Fine. Let me see what makes this Nascent Soul cultivator who can suppress the entire Great Zhou region so special.
A True Monarch battling a Nascent Soul — compared to the prodigies of those immortal sects, it’s about the same, isn’t it?
Lu Qingyang murmured inwardly, then raised his right hand and flicked his finger lightly.
“Hum~”
In an instant, the spiritual qi around Chaotian Peak suddenly seethed.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Crack crack crack!”
Lu Qingyang extended his index finger, pointing it from afar at the black blade light speeding toward him.
In that instant, above the clear, cloudless sky, wind and clouds converged.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM!!”
Violent spiritual qi surged madly, and in the blink of an eye formed a thick thunder dragon.
“ROAR!”
Accompanied by a heaven-shaking roar, the thunder dragon coiled in the sky, then with world-destroying might, pounced down toward the black blade light!
“Tier-Three Dao-Rank Spell Art!”
At this sight, Ancestor Lidao’s eyes went wide as saucers, his face showing deep shock!
He never imagined he would encounter a Golden Core cultivator capable of casting a Dao-Rank Spell Art!
And one of the lightning element, whose offensive power was terrifying beyond measure!
This simply defied all reason!!
“Damn it!”
“How could this bastard possibly know a Dao-Rank Spell Art!”
Ancestor Lidao’s face was extremely grim.
Could it be that this brat isn’t a sect master at all, but some prodigal son from one of the great families of the Vast Sea City out for experience?
Playing house with a sect here in the Seven Stars Sea?
Ancestor Lidao was inwardly shocked and suspicious.
Though he had been furious beyond reason moments ago, he was no fool.
Lu Qingyang was so young, his cultivation so low — how could he possibly know a Dao-Rank Spell Art?
Unless…
Thinking of a certain possibility, Ancestor Lidao’s pupils contracted violently, his face darkening to the extreme.
At this moment, the thunder dragon and the black blade light had already collided!
“BOOM!”
With a tremendous crash, the thunder dragon shattered on the spot, transforming into arcs of lightning that filled the sky.
And the black blade light was also exhausted.
“Hm… the explosive power is decent, but the might is somewhat lacking.”
Lu Qingyang looked at the thunder dragon that had already dissipated in mid-air, shook his head, and a hint of regret appeared on his face.
He had wanted to test the effects of this Tier-Three Spell Art he had created, the Thunder Dragon Art.
Who knew it could only match a mid-stage Nascent Soul in a severely wounded state…
“Hmph!”
“Brat, report your name!”
“Otherwise I will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces!!”
At this moment, Ancestor Lidao shouted coldly, his voice icy to the bone, containing endless killing intent and murderous aura!
He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, had nearly fallen at the hands of a snot-nosed brat like this — how could he swallow such humiliation?!
Even if the other party was a prodigy from one of the great families of the Vast Sea City, there would be no settling this without an explanation today!
At worst, he would flee to the Seven Stars Sea and become a rogue cultivator!
Yet to his words, Lu Qingyang seemed not to hear at all.
Lu Qingyang’s gaze was fixed on the fragments of lightning arcs floating in mid-air.
Those were the thunder remnants left after the Thunder Dragon Art was shattered.
Though they could not harm an enemy, they still contained rich thunder power…
“Brat, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?”
Seeing Lu Qingyang still ignoring him, Ancestor Lidao’s face grew even uglier.
He could now be certain that Lu Qingyang was absolutely a descendant of some great clan.
Otherwise, he could not possibly be so calm!
And among the younger generation he knew, those who possessed Dao-Rank Spell Arts could only be from the top few great families of the Vast Sea City, or Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of super sects!
“Whoosh!”
Just as Ancestor Lidao was about to probe again, Lu Qingyang flicked his finger, and another thunder dragon wreathed in lightning appeared.
This thunder dragon was purple throughout, arcs of electricity coiling around its body.
The moment it appeared, it let out a heaven-shaking roar, and with terrifying might, savagely lunged to devour Ancestor Lidao.
“Damn it!”
Ancestor Lidao’s face changed drastically. He hurriedly formed hand seals, causing the massive saber before him to dance!
In an instant, hundreds of black blade lights crisscrossed, combining to form a dense black wall of blades.
“Fine! Today this old man will act the rogue!”
“No matter what kind of deity you are, even if you’re the own son of a Mahayana Venerable, this old man will fight you to the end!”