The moment the black thunder serpent appeared, the lightning of Old Yin Mountain went completely berserk.
Endless bolts of thunder roared down, wildly assaulting Yang Cheng.
For a while, even Yang Cheng, who wielded the Black and White True Fire, felt some pressure.
Of course, this alone was far from enough to break his defense.
"This still isn't enough."
Yang Cheng said calmly.
"Not enough? Do you think my killing move is something so easy to withstand?"
Boom!
The black thunder serpent suddenly twisted violently.
Then it transformed into a colossal thunder serpent, several tens of zhang long.
Its sheer size alone was enough to make people tremble in fear.
"Roar!"
The thunder flood dragon howled at the sky, spitting out a pitch-black lightning beam that twisted the very space around it.
Yang Cheng dared not be careless. He raised his wooden sword in defense, while also summoning the Black and White True Fire into a blazing shield before him.
Boom!
The lightning beam slammed into his sword edge, erupting into a blinding flash.
Yang Cheng was blasted backward dozens of zhang, the ground beneath his feet cracking apart inch by inch.
"What terrifying power!"
His arm went slightly numb, and his heart was shaken.
The might of this thunder serpent was several times stronger than before.
Su Lingchen pressed his advantage without mercy. "Thunder Serpent Devours the Heavens!"
The thunder flood dragon opened its gaping jaws, forming a massive lightning vortex that threatened to swallow Yang Cheng whole.
"Swallow me?"
Yang Cheng sneered. The Black and White True Fire instantly fused into his Golden Crow Wings.
The fiery wings turned into one black and one white wing, even more terrifying than before.
They flapped with overwhelming force, their flames swirling into twin vortices that resembled a great Taiji diagram.
The devouring power of the thunder serpent crashed against the flaming Taiji, only to dissolve bit by bit, vanishing like water into sand.
"What?"
Su Lingchen's expression changed. He hadn't expected Yang Cheng's control over the Strange Flame to reach such a profound level.
Down below, countless spectators could barely breathe.
"A human… to be strong to such an extent?"
Everyone was shaken to their core, their understanding of power shattered.
Both Su Lingchen and Yang Cheng—
Their strength was beyond what mortals could comprehend.
In the eyes of the crowd, the two were no different from gods.
"Su Lingchen's Dao of Thunder has definitely reached the peak. Below the gods, he may truly be invincible."
"But still…"
The speaker was Qin Wuya. He paused before continuing, "Who could have imagined the Crown Prince would turn out like this?"
"That's right. The Crown Prince no longer belongs to the realm of men."
The crowd echoed in agreement.
The young martial artists looked at Yang Cheng with fiery eyes, burning with fervor.
"So strong, far too strong! This is what it means to be a peerless genius."
"If in my whole life I could reach this level—no, even if I only gained one-tenth of such power—I would die without regret."
"Hahaha! So what if he's a great power from the Azure Jade Realm? He dared to mock the Wasteland Realm as if we had no one. Now that he's met the Crown Prince, isn't he stunned?"
The young warriors no longer felt jealousy toward Yang Cheng. There was only reverence.
When the gap is small, people feel jealousy.
But when the gap is so vast that one cannot even raise their head to look up, only a fool would still envy.
"A bunch of ignorant fools."
An old man in red robes sneered. "Yang Cheng may seem to stand evenly with Su Lingchen now, but that's only because Su Lingchen was caught off guard. Who could have imagined such power from a mere child?"
"But with Su Lingchen's foundation, once he sees through Yang Cheng's depth, Yang Cheng will certainly lose."
This red-robed elder was Huo Xiao, Vice Sect Master of the Bian'an Divine Sect of the Great Zhao Empire.
A veteran Martial Sovereign of the sixth tier!
Many around were wary of him. Even if they disagreed with his words, none dared to openly refute him.
A young martial artist standing near Qin Wuya asked, "Martial Sovereign Qin, what do you think of Martial Sovereign Huo's words?"
Qin Wuya stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Though I don't want to admit it, his words do carry some truth."
At this, many people around them felt their hearts tighten.
In the distance, Ouyang Xue and the others were also watching the battle from afar.
"H-He… how can he be this strong?"
Huang Yu was shaken to the core.
Su Lingchen's strength was one thing, but how could Yang Cheng fight him blow for blow?
In his eyes, the two of them looked like true gods descending to earth.
This level of combat power was already beyond his comprehension.
Ouyang Xue and Zhou Chong were speechless, their minds in complete chaos.
Fang Wunian's face had gone pale.
He recalled how earlier, he had thought to rely on Zhuang Lin and had even said that Yang Cheng was not as good as him.
But Zhuang Lin had been slapped to death by Yang Cheng in a single strike.
And now, even the invincible Su Lingchen was being resisted by Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng didn't care what others thought.
It looked like he had stopped Su Lingchen's thunder serpent.
But he knew clearly that right now, he was actually being suppressed.
'This thunder serpent is already tied into Su Lingchen's martial dao. If he takes another step forward, he could really forge a thunder domain.'
Yang Cheng thought to himself.
If Su Lingchen gained a thunder domain, then with his cultivation, today Yang Cheng might truly not be able to hold him down.
"But Su Lingchen, you haven't mastered a domain yet."
Yang Cheng's gaze turned cold. "You've shown me your trump card. Now it's time I show you mine."
Buzz!
"Great Thunderous Sound Breathing Technique!"
Yang Cheng's sword aura shifted suddenly.
In this world, Su Lingchen wasn't the only one who commanded the Dao of Thunder.
True, Yang Cheng's comprehension of thunder wasn't as deep as Su Lingchen's.
But it was enough for him to disrupt Su Lingchen's force field.
Sure enough—
As soon as the Great Thunderous Sound Breathing Technique was unleashed, the surrounding thunder force began to be absorbed into Yang Cheng.
"What?"
Su Lingchen was shocked.
He felt his thunder power draining away.
"Hahaha!"
Yang Cheng laughed, drawing out the Asura Dao Sword.
"Kill!"
His true killing move began.
Only when wielding the Asura Dao Sword did his attacks reach their peak.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In an instant, Su Lingchen's thunder power was beaten back step by step.
"Azure Thunder Eyes!"
Su Lingchen roared, and behind him appeared a thunder eye.
In a flash, the thunder eye created countless copies of Su Lingchen.
Although these clones were only made of thunder force and far weaker than Su Lingchen himself, their sheer numbers formed an army.
Yang Cheng was immediately surrounded.
But his killing intent didn't falter.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
One by one, the thunder clones were cut down by him.
The distance between Yang Cheng and Su Lingchen grew smaller and smaller.
After dozens of breaths, Yang Cheng once more stood right before Su Lingchen.
"Yang Cheng, I've cultivated for decades! How could you compare with me—"
Su Lingchen shouted in shock and fury.
"I am Asura. Kill!"
Boom!
A formless force spread from Yang Cheng's body.
The Shura Sword Domain.
At last, he unleashed it.
In that instant, he swung his sword.
This was no ordinary strike— it was as though the sword of the world itself had fallen.
With one slash—
Boom!
All of Su Lingchen's thunder clones were obliterated.
"Pu!"
Su Lingchen spat blood.
Then the terrifying sword light struck his body.
Bang!
Su Lingchen was blasted off the peak of Old Yin Mountain, crashing down onto its mountainside.