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Chapter 140 Let's be angry!

After Qi Fei finished speaking, he got up and walked to the very front of the viewing platform, facing the raging wind and rain.

The wind howled like a knife, tearing at his robes; the rain fell like arrows, dense and relentless.

If it weren't for the little pig he was holding, which looked rather comical, his hands behind his back, letting the wind and rain lash his face, would have given him a certain air of a cultivator.

He quietly felt the surging storm between heaven and earth, and the deafening thunder.

The lightning struck almost to his side, its pale light illuminating half his face before slamming into the sea goby's protective array, sending up a shower of dazzling sparks.

"Summoning wind and rain, a dragon's instinct?" Qi Fei raised his head, looking at the huge figure that was faintly visible in the dark clouds, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "It doesn't even understand thunder magic, it's just twisting and turning based on instinct."

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He slowly raised his right hand.

"Let me tell you what true thunder magic is!"

Before he finished speaking, his magical power suddenly erupted.

Amidst the storms of reality, between "name" and "reality," lightning flashes silently, yet more piercing than any bolt of lightning in the sky.

He ignited lightning at the "point of contradiction" between wind and clouds.

He detonated lightning at the "contradiction point" where the waves intersected.

He planted lightning in every crack of the torrential rain.

He lit up the lightning deep within every fold of the thick, dark clouds overhead.

At first, it was just a few faint lights scattered between heaven and earth, like fireflies struggling in a storm.

But soon, those points of light began to respond to each other and connect with one another.

One after another, bolts of lightning weaved between the wind and clouds, leaped between the waves, and spread between the torrential rain and the dark clouds.

In the blink of an eye, a massive net of lightning spread across the heavens and the earth, spanning the sky and covering the four seas.

Within the lightning net, the wind and rain gradually subsided.

The raging waves seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible hand, transforming from an obstacle hindering the ship's progress into a boost that propelled the giant loach through the waves.

The lightning bolts that struck the giant loach were also attracted by the lightning net, drawn into it, and transformed into the power of the lightning net itself, growing denser and brighter with each strike.

At this moment, the torrential rain, lightning, and giant waves—all the violent forces in the world—seemed to become Qi Fei's allies, rather than his enemies.

The little pig was held in Qi Fei's hand, staring blankly at the scene with its mouth wide open.

It clearly sensed that this was something that brute force could not accomplish.

Those who can achieve this level must have an extremely profound understanding of heaven and earth, wind and rain, and the laws of thunder. Only in this way can they see the contradictions of all things and use their strength against them, using the power of heaven and earth to fight against heaven and earth!

"wonderful!"

Although Wu Mengsheng could not see the sky full of lightning, he used his unique perception to take it all into his mind.

He couldn't help but clap his hands in praise, his eyes filled with admiration.

He was a sword cultivator, capable of breaking through all laws with a single sword strike, and he knew he couldn't do it so effortlessly and casually.

Qi Fei closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the power accumulated within the lightning net.

This was the first time he had ever used lightning magic so freely.

He put his everyday insights into "contradictions" to use and verify them one by one in the world.

The contradictions between wind and clouds, between waves, between illusion and reality, between name and reality—with each verification, the thunder net becomes more solid and its light more intense.

Lightning crackled and swirled around him, gathering in his hand to form a dazzling spear.

He looked up at a figure that was faintly visible in the dark clouds, his gaze sharpened, and the "spear" in his hand suddenly changed shape, transforming into a thunderous sword.

The sword's blade was as clear as crystal, yet lightning surged within it, emitting a low hum.

"You're angry? Then be angry!"

"go!"

Qi Fei gave a soft shout.

The Thunder Sword, based on a web of lightning and centered on "contradiction," straddles the line between reality and "name," trailing a long streak of lightning as it hurtles toward the figure in the dark clouds.

This sword pierced through the dark clouds, as if a crack had been split open between heaven and earth!

Golden sunlight streamed down through the gap, illuminating the churning sea and the astonished faces of everyone on board.

The Dragon King of the South Sea, hidden in the dark clouds, watched the sword approach without showing any joy or anger.

His cold, vertical pupils held no fear, no surprise, no ripples, only a calm, almost ruthless scrutiny.

He is a cultivator of the Three Pure Realms, and is by no means comparable to an ordinary cat or dog.

His magical power was as profound as the deep sea, several times that of Qi Fei, and his dragon body was incredibly tough.

Faced with this sword strike, he made no unnecessary movements. His magical power surged, and the wind and water between heaven and earth responded to his call, converging and swirling on his enormous dragon claw, ever-changing in unpredictable ways.

"Divine Dragon Transformation".

The dragon can be large or small, can rise or hide, and can transform in countless ways; when large, it stirs up clouds and mists, when small, it hides its form; when rising, it soars through the universe, when hiding, it lurks within the waves.

This is another method of enlightenment he practiced, called "Divine Dragon Transformation".

Everything in the world is in flux; nothing remains constant. The only constant in the world is change itself.

The dragon is a being that can instantly adapt to any situation.

The ultimate goal of a dragon's cultivation is to shed its dragon form and transform into a true dragon. Only by reaching the Golden Core stage can it undergo a complete metamorphosis, allowing it to roam the heavens and no longer be confined to the ocean.

At this moment, his claw bore the weight of endless changes.

It is not one change, not ten changes, but hundreds or thousands of changes emerging and alternating simultaneously in an instant.

They shuttle back and forth between reality and "name" and "reality," gradually dissolving the contradictions in Qi Fei's sword strike.

You just ignited the conflict at this point, and it has already taken on another form; you chase after it, and it turns into yet another one.

The changes are faster than thought, faster than thunder.

No matter how many contradictions there are, they can't keep up with the pace of change. Contradictions certainly exist, but they themselves are also changing. As long as the changes are fast enough, nothing in this world can truly strike you.

This is the essence of "Divine Dragon Transformation".

Nevertheless, deflecting this sword strike did not come without a price.

Although the Thunder Sword was blocked and neutralized by his claw, the power contained within the sword still left a deep mark on his indestructible dragon claw.

A gruesome wound stretched from the tip of the claw all the way to the wrist, and blood dripped down the claw onto the churning sea, making a hissing sound.

pain.

It hurts.

But the Dragon King of the South Sea remained expressionless. His vertical pupils were still as cold as ever, and even his breathing was perfectly steady.

He was devoid of emotion, his mind filled only with absolute reason.

That's why he didn't show any pain. Pain was just another factor to be calculated for him.

It's not worth frowning, not worth shouting, not worth wasting a single ounce of energy to express it.