Chapter 366 - 291: Awakening
"Purple Thunder Geng Metal Heaven Slayer Sword!"
Thunderbolts bloomed, turning heaven and earth into an ocean of lightning. Zhang Tianwen’s hair flew wildly as he pointed a finger to the sky and then slashed it down. The sword, guided by his gesture, erupted with an even greater might. It cut a streak of Sword Light across the sky—a peerless scar upon the heavens.
"KABOOM!!!"
The mountain forest for a kilometer in every direction exploded. Dirt and rock flew as arcs of lightning raged and flames spread everywhere. Under this immense power, nothing remained unscathed. The very earth was scoured flat, and massive trees turned to ash as a terrifying shockwave radiated outward.
"PFFT!"
Drenched in blood, his hair a tangled mess, Juelingzi glared at the two of them. Half his body was blown apart—a gruesome sight. Blood poured from his wounds, and his Vitality drained away with every passing moment.
"Yu Changsheng! Zhang Tianwen!"
Juelingzi growled hoarsely, his eyes filled with hatred for them. But beneath that hatred, a deeply suppressed flicker of fear betrayed him.
Yu Changsheng was in no better state. He was gasping for breath, his face pale. The armor-like energy covering his body had completely shattered. If not for the protection from his Divine Light Body-Breaking Celestial Technique at the critical moment, he would have been in an even more wretched state than Juelingzi.
Yu Changsheng spat a mouthful of blood into the air, his face growing even paler. He took a deep breath, but the cold glint in his eyes only intensified. He and Zhang Tianwen exchanged a look, and in the next instant, Yu Changsheng shot toward Juelingzi.
"Divine Radiance Toss!"
VMMMM! The void trembled as golden light solidified into a Golden Spear in Yu Changsheng’s hand. Surging with his Physical Strength, his aura magnificent, he thrust it viciously at Juelingzi!
"Heaven-Reaching Thunder!"
Thunderbolts converged. With a wave of Zhang Tianwen’s hands, brilliant lightning condensed into a deep purple Thunder Spear. He gripped it, his gaze narrowing. Like a Thunder God, he slowly levitated, his eyes locking onto Chen Buhuo as his Cultivation erupted to its peak. Then, with a mighty heave, he threw!
The Thunder Spear streaked through the air, leaving a beautiful trail of light. It was an explosion of supreme splendor, as fleeting and beautiful as a desert flower blooming in the night. It burst forth before Juelingzi, illuminating his terrified expression!
"BOOM!!"
The spear struck like a dragon. Juelingzi had just barely managed to parry Yu Changsheng’s Golden Spear when the Thunder Spear arrived in a flash. It plunged viciously into his chest as thunder exploded. Already grievously wounded, Juelingzi had no defense. The spear ran him clean through!
The Thunderbolt then detonated, blasting his upper torso into a mangled ruin of flesh and blood. The scent of cooked meat filled the air.
"No..."
Terrified, Juelingzi struggled to look down at his perforated chest. The raging Thunderbolt had obliterated his internal organs, and now his body began to disintegrate into ash.
Indignation, hatred, and disbelief flashed across Juelingzi’s face, one after another. In the end, they all vanished, replaced by a bitter smile. As his Fire of Life was finally extinguished, he faded from the world.
Zhang Tianwen’s face was ashen. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his formerly Heaven-reaching aura completely spent after that final, all-out attack. His body swayed, on the verge of collapse, but thankfully Li Minghan was there to support him.
Juelingzi had fallen. But before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a wrathful voice boomed from the heavens. The next moment, two figures with imposing auras materialized, their terrifying pressure flooding the void.
"You’re courting death!"
The speaker was none other than the Purple-robed Cultivator, who radiated a dense Evil Qi. His Mid-stage Golden Core Cultivation alone suppressed the very air. Beside him stood Chen Buhuo, and from his deferential expression, it was clear the Purple-robed Cultivator was in charge.
’We’re finished!’
A bitter smile touched Li Minghan’s lips. Zhang Tianwen was completely exhausted, without a shred of Magical Power left. As he watched the newcomers, his eyes dimmed and he secretly clenched his fists. As for Shen Xingchen, they were out of the question; the backlash from one’s Lifebound Magical Treasure wasn’t something a common Elixir could fix quickly. It had damaged their very foundation and Divine Soul, an injury that would require a long time to heal.
At that moment, among their entire group, only Yu Changsheng and Li Minghan had any strength left to fight!
The Purple-robed Cultivator had obviously realized this. Thus, despite his fury, he was in no hurry. His face an icy mask, he descended from the sky one step at a time.
"THUD!"
"THUD!"
"THUD!"
Each step made the void tremble, and it felt as though he were treading upon their very hearts. With every footfall, his Evil Qi and immense pressure intensified, bearing down on them from all sides.
Li Minghan choked, tasting blood. They hadn’t even clashed, yet the mere force of the man’s descent—an invisible pressure surging from all directions—made his insides churn.
"Quite skilled. First you kill Wen Zai’fu, and then Juelingzi," the Purple-robed Cultivator said. He landed, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed them. His initial fury had vanished, replaced by a thoughtful expression. A faint, cold smile touched his lips as his chilling voice continued, "I must admit, for mere Foundation Establishment Cultivators to accomplish all this... you’ve surprised me. I truly underestimated you."
"Impressive. But this is as far as you go. You’re all prodigies, aren’t you? If I extract your True Spirits and offer them to the Young Master for his Devouring training, that should be enough to compensate for this loss. A final, worthy use for your lives, I’d say."
Yu Changsheng gritted his teeth and moved to stand in front of Li Minghan and Zhang Tianwen, his cold gaze fixed on the Purple-robed Cultivator.
"Young Master? Who are you people? From the Dark Stream?" Yu Changsheng challenged. "When did the Dark Stream become so audacious? Do you have any idea what kind of storm you’ll unleash in the Wanxiang Sect if we fall here? When that happens, not even the Dark Stream will escape annihilation!"
"You’re right," the Purple-robed Cultivator said, facing Yu Changsheng’s threat with a light nod. He seemed to agree, but there wasn’t a hint of fear in his eyes. He chuckled. "But we’ve already come this far. So what does it matter?"