Chapter 272: The Death of the Little Thunder King, A Battle on the Brink!
Whoosh!
Lei Qian's figure turned into a bolt of lightning, tearing through space as he rapidly retreated.
While retreating, his hands formed a strange and complex seal.
Rumble...!
In an instant, countless bolts of lightning poured down from the dark clouds above, flooding the sky in blinding arcs of electricity.
The deafening thunder echoed across the heavens, shaking the ground itself.
Lei Qian stood tall amidst the storm, lightning converging around his form.
Silver radiance wrapped his body, and from a distance, he looked like a god of thunder.
"That's... one of Yuan Gate's Three Great Divine Arts—the Thunder Emperor Scripture!"
Xiao Xiao and the others narrowed their eyes in shock, whispering gravely.
Even across the field, many recognized this famed martial art and cried out in awe.
Boom!
As Lei Qian's seals changed, the clouds above began to churn violently.
Soon, they twisted into the shape of a giant funnel. At its tip, lightning coiled in a dense cluster of blinding brilliance.
With a savage grin, Lei Qian clenched his fist—and the lightning at the funnel's apex exploded forth like molten thunder!
RUMBLE!
The lightning condensed above Lei Qian's head, forming a hundred-zhang-long thunder spear.
Lei Qian reached out and gripped it, then hurled the monstrous spear with fury toward Lin Fan!
"Thunder Emperor Scripture: World-Destroying Spear!"
BOOM!
The entire sky seemed to tremble as the massive thunder spear howled through the air like a celestial bolt of destruction!
"Nice technique… shame about the weak execution."
Lin Fan shook his head slightly. With a thought, the ancient giant hand above him turned, roaring forward to meet the oncoming spear.
RUMBLE!!
The moment they clashed, a shockwave of unimaginable destruction exploded outward.
The collision distorted the very fabric of space, forcing nearby cultivators to retreat quickly to avoid being caught in the blast.
Then, Lin Fan's fingers clenched slightly.
Above, the ancient giant hand tightened—and crushed the thunder spear in its palm!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The spear shattered into pieces, lightning and fire bursting in every direction. The shockwave split the earth below with long, jagged fissures.
Spectators nearby barely managed to retreat in time.
Everyone stared, stunned.
"That guy… he's not Nirvana Stage," Yuan Cang muttered, his voice carrying a new note of menace.
Among those present, only Yuan Cang had truly stepped into the Profound Life Stage, and he could sense the depth in Lin Fan's power.
"He's… he's already broken through?" Ling Zhen gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.
Even he had yet to reach that realm!
As they spoke, the ancient hand—having shattered the thunder spear—reached forward once more and snatched Lei Qian out of the sky!
"Lei Qian has lost…"
From afar, Ling Qingzhu whispered the verdict.
Even her usually composed expression trembled slightly beneath her veil.
A vague realization crept over her—Lin Fan might already be stronger than her.
It made her heart stir in complicated ways.
"He did it! I knew Big Brother Lin Fan would win!" Su Rou clapped her hands, her face glowing with joy.
Wu Qun, standing beside her, rubbed his face awkwardly and forced a smile to hide his shock.
"Lin Fan, how dare you!"
Suddenly, a furious roar tore through the heavens.
It was Yuan Cang—the Little Yuan King!
With a flash, he shot forward toward Lin Fan like a streak of lightning.
Yuan Cang's movement snapped the dazed crowd back to their senses.
Everyone turned toward Lin Fan—
BOOM!
Another thunderous explosion rocked the sky.
This time—it was Lei Qian himself who exploded!
The Little Thunder King was crushed into pulp by Lin Fan's ancient giant hand!
Meat and blood rained from the sky like gruesome fireworks!
Uproar!
The crowd erupted.
"Lin Fan… actually crushed Lei Qian to death?!"
"That's brutal!"
"Doesn't he fear starting an all-out war between Dao Sect and Yuan Gate?!"
"Dao Sect's birthed another monster… just like Zhou Tong!"
…
"Senior Brother Chen Kui!"
From afar, Qingtan's eyes turned icy at the sight of Yuan Cang rushing toward Lin Fan.
Swish!
Before her voice had even faded, Chen Kui—the masked elite at her side—flashed forward and intercepted Yuan Cang!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seeing Yuan Cang blocked, Ling Zhen's face twisted in rage. With a wave, he charged forth with the Six Spirit Generals of Yuan Gate and several top disciples!
"Attack!"
Xiao Xiao, who had been watching closely, immediately gave the command and launched forward!
Behind her, Lin Dong, Wang Yan, Ying Huanhuan, and the Dao Sect elites all surged into action!
Ying Huanhuan's fiery Phoenix Zither reappeared in her hands—ready for battle!
Elite against elite—when they moved, it was a sign that war had begun.
The regular disciples of both sects narrowed their eyes, Yuan Power erupting from their bodies like tidal waves!
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with tension!
A full-blown clash was imminent!
The heavens above darkened with soaring energy as the two sides stared each other down.
All other sects looked up, wary and tense, worried the battle would spiral out of control and drag them into it.
"Chen Kui! Do you really want to interfere with the grudge between Yuan Gate and Dao Sect?"
Yuan Cang snarled, his voice sharp and icy.
"Someone asked me to," Chen Kui replied coolly, smiling beneath his mask.
Suddenly—
"Aaaahhh—!!"
A blood-curdling scream echoed through the skies.
It was Lei Qian's Nascent Spirit, caught in Lin Fan's grasp.
Now engulfed in three-colored hellfire, it burned alive, disintegrating with horrifying speed.
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