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Suddenly, a torrential rain began to pour, plunging the entire Wanbingyuan into darkness. Amidst the howling winds, a chilling and fierce gale roared incessantly. Beneath the ground, rivers of blood flowed freely, while tens of thousands of Battle-Ready Weapons continued to clash against everyone, and all were struggling to resist.
Among these people, the most relaxed were undoubtedly the top experts from the Realm of the Thunder Lord.
The Bald Man gripped his Black Giant Staff with one hand, having already summoned his Black Tiger into the summoning space. Every Weapon that charged at him was met with a powerful strike; although these Weapons were made of hard materials, his strength was immense. With each swing, he sent those Weapons flying dozens of yards away, none able to come within three feet of him.
Meanwhile, the Veiled Woman sitting on the back of the Three-Eyed Golden-Winged Eagle appeared utterly at ease. Without any visible effort on her part, the Three-Eyed Golden-Winged Eagle glowed with a golden light that enveloped her. Whenever a Weapon approached, the Three-Eyed Golden-Winged Eagle would flap its wings, unleashing golden whirlwinds that swept away the incoming Weapons without a trace.
Aside from these two, another pair of Thunder Lord Experts faced no pressure either; with a gentle wave of their right sleeves, they sent the incoming Weapons flying back.
Sun Zhe's strength surpassed that of a Thunder Lord Expert; however, he intentionally concealed his abilities, pretending to struggle against the onslaught. Yet his companion, Jingjing, seemed utterly bored as she yawned lazily, her demeanor completely at odds with the bloody chaos around them.
The elder from Tian Yun Sect was running forward continuously, his hands constantly changing gestures and incantations. Brilliant beams of light erupted from his hands, driving back the terrifying Battle-Ready Weapons infused with Killing Intent. However, unlike the others who were so relaxed, he had over a dozen disciples to protect. While those who had reached Thunder Sovereign Level were manageable, several among them were only at Thunder Master Level. These disciples were core members of his Sect whom he could not abandon; thus, among the Thunder Lord Experts present, he was the busiest.
Noticing the elder's anxious expression, Sun Zhe's eyes flashed with a chilling glint as a hint of concealed killing intent flickered briefly. He moved quietly towards the elder's side without anyone noticing.
Another black short blade flew towards him. Sun Zhe's gaze sharpened; this time he no longer held back. A violent surge of Thunder Power erupted from his Left Eye as brilliant purple light surged from his right hand. He stomped down and leaped up, grasping the short blade firmly in his hand.
The Thunder Power surged within him as a low rumble echoed; the strange power contained within the short blade was immediately expelled. The blade lost control completely. However, Sun Zhe showed no signs of surprise; he had already deduced that it was this strange light wave manipulating everything.
"Jingjing, block the incoming Weapons for me!"
As soon as he spoke, Sun Zhe dashed forward with the short blade in hand. His speed was like lightning; cloaked in misty air, no one noticed his movement—not even the elder from Tian Yun Sect who was fully focused on protecting his disciples.
In the darkness, a flash of purple light darted by!
"You... ah..."
Despite his best efforts to evade it, Sun Zhe's movements were too swift. The black short blade imbued with Thunder Power pierced into the elder's abdomen halfway through. Crimson blood gushed out instantly as hatred surged in the elder's eyes; he stared fiercely at Sun Zhe in disbelief. He never expected that someone would strike from behind during such a critical moment.
"It’s you..." The expression on Wang Kun's face changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in shock. Even though Sun Zhe had a mask on his face, he recognized the sparkling figure on his shoulder; it was clearly the domineering man who had forcefully demanded pills in the tavern.
But Sun Zhe did not respond. He coldly stared at the old man across from him, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew even stronger. Although the earlier ambush had injured him, he was still a powerful figure from the Realm of the Thunder Lord, specifically a Mid-Level Thunder Lord, and his strength remained formidable.
"Don't blame me; I'm just trying to save my life!"
Muttering this, Sun Zhe suddenly transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged toward the old man. Any weapon that came his way was brushed aside by Jingjing's Divine Radiance, and without any hindrance, Sun Zhe's steps did not falter.
His right hand formed a fist, enveloped in purple Thunder Power, and without hesitation, he swung it fiercely at the old man. This was none other than the Martial Arts technique "Mighty Fist." His left hand clawed out, brilliant purple arcs of electricity surged into his palm, forming a giant claw several feet wide that also lunged at the old man, which was the Martial Arts technique "Thunder Arc Claw."
With his left hand as a claw and his right hand as a fist, employing both techniques simultaneously, two powerful Martial Arts attacks surged toward the old man. Even though the old man was a Mid-Level Thunder Lord Cultivator, facing such a terrifying assault while heavily injured made him slightly tense.
"Get out of the way!"
The old man's expression changed slightly as he shouted to several Tian Yun Sect disciples blocking his path; they could not withstand such an attack.
Covering his bleeding wound with his left hand and holding a sword with his right, his eyes were icy cold. With a thought, Thunder Power surged from his Dantian into the long sword. With a swing of his right hand, countless purple sword shadows immediately shot toward Sun Zhe. A tidal wave of Thunder Power instantly enveloped Sun Zhe, showcasing the might of a Mid-Level Thunder Lord.
Sun Zhe's expression grew serious; this was the strongest opponent he had faced since beginning his cultivation!
Three Star Points on his forehead suddenly manifested, and even the fourth Star Point flickered faintly. An astonishing amount of Thunder Power surged forth. This time, Sun Zhe was using all his strength. Under this overwhelming Thunder Power infusion, the purple Thunder Arc Claw shone brightly. In a flash of light and shadow, it fiercely clawed down toward the brilliant Sword Aura.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of violent sounds erupted, shaking everyone present. Yet Sun Zhe did not pause for even a moment. He tightened his right hand again; the Killing Tiger Pattern on his right arm faintly revealed itself. Having absorbed hundreds of Killing Intent from this plain earlier, the pattern became noticeably clearer. Sun Zhe could distinctly feel that the power in his right arm had increased significantly.
The fierce tiger pattern slowly emerged on his right arm as an immense force surged forth. Sun Zhe's spirit jolted, and a terrifying brilliance flashed in his eyes.
"Mighty Fist!"
A loud roar echoed, and amidst the chaos, a massive fist shadow, several feet in size, truly materialized. An aura belonging solely to the wilderness instantly radiated outwards, even dispelling the strange power lingering over the plains. The force of the wilderness would not allow any foreign presence. At this moment, Sun Zhe seemed to transform into an ancient barbarian, executing a true ancient barbarian fist technique.
Under the astonished gaze of the old man, the gigantic fist shadow enveloped him in an instant. The fist shadow struck forward with great force, causing the remaining sword shadows to shatter. With a scream, the old man's body was sent flying backward. Sun Zhe immediately surged upward and delivered a fierce knife-hand strike to the old man's chest, bright red blood mixed with rainwater falling straight down.
The elder of the Mid-Level Thunder Lord fell!
In an instant, he had slain a powerful Mid-Level Thunder Lord. The terrifying momentum had already drawn the attention of the remaining onlookers. Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, their eyes filled with shock. Even the Veiled Woman sitting atop the Three-Eyed Golden-Winged Eagle covered her mouth in surprise. The fierce and aggressive Bald Man's eyes also flashed with a glimmer of brilliance. At this moment, everyone truly witnessed the terror of this mysterious figure wearing a mask!
But Sun Zhe knew that all of this was out of necessity; he did it merely to survive. If he hadn't killed this old man, once the elder discovered him in his full glory as a Mid-Level Thunder Lord, he would never have achieved such a complete victory. He could even have lost his life. Moreover, he still needed to find Han Li to seek revenge for his annihilated clan and face the Golden Thunder Sect members who were intent on capturing him, not to mention contend with the incredibly powerful Barbarian. Therefore, he had no other choice.
Since stepping onto the Way of Thunder Cultivation until now, his hands had unknowingly been stained with countless killings: in the Northern Mang Secret Realm, against the Golden Thunder Sect, during his escape through unknown towns, in the Wasteland of Demons, and now in Wanbingyuan. He could no longer remember how many people he had killed or how many were innocent; he simply didn't know.
His heart had long since turned cold.
This world was inherently one where strength reigned supreme and power was paramount. Sun Zhe understood this well; thus, he did not wish to be a good person. He only wanted to be strong—a strong individual capable of controlling his own fate and protecting his family!
Beneath the darkened sky, rain poured down relentlessly as he stepped through the muddy ground. Sun Zhe's eyes shone with an unprecedented determination as he resolutely walked toward the remaining members of Tian Yun Sect...
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