Chapter 77 - 61: Aurora Shining Heaven Unleashes Divine Might, Cutting Down Three Layers with Irresistible Force_2
The two men dragged back to the ground, terrified, frantically attacked the Black Demon Vines coiling towards their abdomens and chests with their sharp Black Tiger Shattering Golden Claws. However, Lin Xuankong was now at the Third Layer, nearing mid-grade. The Demon Vines he wielded had long surpassed those Gu Beicheng had once easily severed.
These Black Demon Vines were now incredibly tough, their entangling power terrifying. Even Zhao Dalong could only suppress the vines’ spread with a measure of ease, while Qian Han, at the early stage of the Third Layer, had to exert all his strength just to barely slow their advance...
CRACKLE... CRACKLE... CRACKLE...
The two blind men suddenly heard it again—the sound of lightning that had just slain Steward Zhang Yihu. That death-knell sound of lightning rang out once more!
Zhao Dalong’s expression changed drastically. His left hand, wielding the Black Tiger Shattering Golden Claw, suppressed the Demon Vines. Simultaneously, his right hand swung the Profound Iron Scale Whip with all his might, attempting to block the Conical Hat Guest’s approach. Meanwhile, Qian Han, his face already ulcerated by the Aurora Heaven-Brightening Technique, contorted into an ugly and bizarre expression of despair. He pushed his Qi Blood to its absolute limit, desperately trying to shield his entire body.
One breath later, his Qi Blood completely depleted by the Divine Thunder, Qian Han’s body stiffened and collapsed to one side.
The moment his Qi Blood was exhausted, every organ, every inch of skin and flesh in his body, turned to charcoal under the ravages of the terrifying Divine Thunder. Even his bodily waste was not spared.
Zhao Dalong, pinned in place by the Twin Vine Demon Pearl, frantically swung his Profound Iron Scale Whip. Countless stone slabs on the ground shattered and flew in all directions, reducing the area around him to ruins.
However, though Zhao Dalong’s whip technique seemed overwhelmingly powerful, his voice betrayed panic and disbelief, "Steward Qian? Qian Han? Say something!"
The only answer was the sound of something dry shattering as it hit the ground.
Zhao Dalong swallowed hard. He could hardly believe what he had heard. In the span of two breaths, two Third-Layer Stewards had perished? Vice Hall Master Li claimed the Conical Hat Guest had Second-Layer Cultivation? Damn his Second-Layer Cultivation! Even if it were Third-Layer Perfection, they couldn’t have killed two Third-Layer cultivators so swiftly. Unless it was a Fourth-Layer Martial Cultivator with formidable Martial Skills! Could the Conical Hat Guest actually be a Fourth-Layer Martial Cultivator? Those damned Stewards who investigated the scene swore that the force the Conical Hat Guest used to break the wall was undoubtedly Second Layer! Damn it, they’ve gotten me killed!
Zhao Dalong frantically swung the Profound Iron White Whip in his right hand, trying to keep the Conical Hat Guest at bay. But he soon realized that the deathly CRACKLE...CRACKLE...CRACKLE... of thunder was growing louder again.