Chapter 68: First Rank... Thunder Explosion Art!
“Slay for me!”
“Zhang!”
As his words fell, the black blade wall suddenly chopped down.
In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent, all things frozen!
Only that single pitch-black long blade and the thunder dragon collided.
“BOOM!!!”
Thunder rumbled in waves, and the entire Chaotian Peak shook violently.
Smoke rose, spiritual qi surged!
“Boom!”
Finally, the thunder dragon shattered. Lu Qingyang retreated several steps, his face slightly pale.
Though he had now stepped into mid-stage Golden Core, and his physical body had even earned the title of True Monarch.
Compared to the terrifying strength of a Nascent Soul Ancestor, there was still a gap.
Everyone on Tiangong Island cried out in alarm at this sight.
“Sect Master!”
Old Huang’s face was filled with terror, and so were the rest!
Zhao Layue’s face was even paler.
But none noticed that, in the unseen, a strange aura rose along her thoughts and drifted onto that Ancestor Lidao…
“Hahahaha!”
“And here I thought you were some kind of genius. A Golden Core trying to strike down a Nascent Soul? Didn’t your elders teach you that there’s always a higher heaven and a deeper earth, that there’s always someone above you?”
Seeing his single move force Lu Qingyang back, Ancestor Lidao immediately roared with laughter, utterly arrogant!
“Hm?”
Yet at this moment, Lu Qingyang’s eyes lit up, his gaze flickering.
Seems like it really can…
“Can what?”
Ancestor Lidao let out a cold laugh and continued to mock him.
But he failed to notice that the thunder arc fragments around him were growing more and more numerous, even showing signs of gradually expanding.
“Nothing.”
Hearing this, a smile rose at the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth. He raised his right hand, his five fingers slowly clenching!
In an instant, several more thunder dragons appeared in the air!
“Hm? This brat knows this technique is useless against me, so why does he dare to activate it?”
Seeing this, Ancestor Lidao’s brow furrowed slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.
But soon, he recovered.
A mere Golden Core cultivator, even if he had mastered some secret techniques and divine abilities, what could he do to me!
Still, Ancestor Lidao could also tell that if he didn’t bring out some of his real skills, he probably wouldn’t be able to suppress this person.
With that thought, he couldn’t be bothered to waste more words. His right hand extended, and he took out a jade bell the size of a palm.
“Hum~”
The moment the jade bell appeared, it let out a strange trembling hum, while releasing wisps of soft yellow light.
“Go!”
Accompanied by Ancestor Lidao’s fierce shout.
The palm-sized jade bell suddenly floated up, then swelled against the wind, transforming into the size of a millstone.
An invisible fluctuation spread out, and it forcibly blocked all the thunder dragons Lu Qingyang had deployed.
“Hm?”
“A fourth-tier Dharma Artifact?”
Lu Qingyang’s gaze focused, a trace of surprise appearing in the depths of his eyes, but his hands did not stop.
Thunder dragons shot from his fingertips one after another, blanketing the sky as they surged toward Ancestor Lidao.
“Hmph! Paltry tricks, and you dare show off!”
Ancestor Lidao sneered, holding the Dharma Artifact bell, and actually charged straight into the clouds without the slightest fear, killing toward those thunder dragons.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
In the blink of an eye, countless thunder dragons shattered, and thunder arcs exploded across the sky.
Making the skies above Chaotian Peak look like a vast ocean of deep blue!
The spiritual power within Lu Qingyang’s body was also depleting rapidly, and a trace of paleness appeared on his face.
After all, a third-tier Dao-level technique was not something he could easily deploy.
“Brat, I admit you’re a monster!”
“But you’re still too green. Today, I’ll send you to the afterlife!”
Ancestor Lidao laughed ferociously, leaping up and controlling the giant blade to chop at Lu Qingyang.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang’s eyes were somewhat weary, yet the depths of his gaze grew brighter and brighter.
It should be about time…
Now, let me try… a first-tier… Lightning… Explosion Technique!
As Lu Qingyang spoke one word at a time, spitting out the final two words.
In an instant, his face became incomparably savage. His arms suddenly spread wide, snapping taut like a spring that had been gathering force for a long time.
“Hm? A first-tier technique?”
Ancestor Lidao was startled and suspicious, not knowing what Lu Qingyang meant.
“Crackle!”
And with the fall of Lu Qingyang’s final words.
The entire Chaotian Peak suddenly shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.
The sky full of thunder fragments that had been floating in mid-air suddenly exploded at this moment!
One after another, thunder flowers bearing an aura of destruction bloomed in the void, dazzling and brilliant.
The residual traces of dozens of third-tier Dao-level techniques were completely detonated at this moment, their power astonishing.
Even separated by a thousand meters, everyone still felt the extreme aura of danger.
Streaks of thunder marks crisscrossed, like a dense and tightly woven net, covering the entire Chaotian Peak.
“BOOM!”
“Crack!”
The next instant, beneath everyone’s horrified gazes, that giant blade finally shattered, and together with Ancestor Lidao, was submerged within.
“Damn it, no, I have to use my trump card!”
Ancestor Lidao felt the extremely terrifying power around him, and his expression changed drastically. He could no longer care about anything else.
He prepared to offer up his greatest trump card.
However, just as he was about to form the seal and cast a forbidden dharma seal.
In the unseen, influenced by something unknown, he actually hesitated for half a beat!
And that half beat cost him his final chance.
“BOOM!”
Streaks of purple-gold lightning surged like a tide, instantly swallowing Ancestor Lidao.
“AH!”
A miserable scream suddenly spread through the entire Chaotian Sect, making everyone tremble!
“Is he… dead?”
“Sect Master… won?”
The people of the Chaotian Sect seemed unable to believe it.
In the sky, the figures of Lu Qingyang and Ancestor Lidao were completely submerged…
“Cough, cough!”
After a long while, the sky full of thunder light slowly dissipated.
Revealing Lu Qingyang’s figure.
As for Ancestor Lidao, he now lay in a pit, disheveled and wretched.
“Tap!”
Lu Qingyang’s figure slowly drifted down.
“Thud!”
His foot stepped onto Ancestor Lidao’s chest, and Lu Qingyang looked down from above.
“Is this what the heaven beyond heaven is supposed to look like?”
“Pfft!”
Ancestor Lidao’s rage surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had never imagined that he, a dignified Nascent Soul Ancestor, would actually lose to a young cultivator not even a hundred years old!
“I want you… DEAD!!!”
Ancestor Lidao roared and howled, his eyes bloodshot.
“Noisy.”
Yet the next instant, Lu Qingyang casually waved his hand, his fingertip like a blade slicing through the void, instantly severing Ancestor Lidao’s throat.
“Gulp…”
Swallowing his last mouthful of blood, Ancestor Lidao’s eyes bulged round, staring fixedly at Lu Qingyang, filled with disbelief.
“Whoosh!”
The next second, an infant-shaped gray light cluster flew out, trying to escape, but Lu Qingyang grabbed it in one hand.
So this is a cultivator’s Nascent Soul?
Studying the gray light orb in his hand, Lu Qingyang’s expression was indifferent. He rummaged out a black Dharma Artifact and directly sealed it.
Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he collected Ancestor Lidao’s storage bag.
An expert of this level should be quite wealthy.
Since Helian Haoren last time, it had been a long while since he had received a gift from such a kindhearted person…