Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

Master Sifa secretly glanced at Ancestor Jinhua, who happened to be looking over at him as well.

The two looked at each other, both seeing the same thing in each other's eyes: What exactly did this Fellow Daoist Lu do to the Golden Flood Dragon King? It seems even more serious than killing his grandson?

Lu Yan, however, had no time to pay attention to their eye contact.

He took a deep breath and poured his spiritual power into the Nine Heavens Hammer.

One by one, the Dharma images on the hammer lit up. One, two, three, four.

Four lightning-shaped figures emerged from the hammer and hovered in mid-air. Each of them was over ten feet tall, with golden light flowing around their bodies, bulging muscles, and blurry faces, yet exuding an ancient and wild aura.

This was the limit he could currently unleash. The four spells simultaneously swooped down and entered Lu Yan's body.

boom!

Five times the strength of the physical body.

His bones cracked, his muscles swelled, and dense golden lightning patterns appeared on his skin. But that wasn't enough; the golden Dharma image behind him, several dozen feet tall, transformed into a beam of golden light and entered his body.

Lu Yan's appearance had completely changed. His entire body was covered with fine golden scales, each scale crackling with crimson-gold lightning arcs.

The phantom of a three-headed, six-armed figure loomed behind him, its face exactly like his, its six arms in various postures—sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes in palms, sometimes in hand seals.

His eyes turned gold, lightning flashed in his pupils, and arcs of electricity shot out from his nostrils with every breath.

"This is my strongest form." He raised his head, looked at the Golden Flood Dragon King, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "As the leader of the Flood Dragon Clan, I wonder how many moves you can withstand from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yan pushed off with his feet and sprang into the air.

The Nine Heavens Hammer of Heaven was swung in a wide arc, carrying golden lightning, and smashed down on the Golden Flood Dragon King.

The Golden Dragon King's pupils contracted, and he dared not be careless. He swayed, and two arms suddenly appeared under his ribs.

Four arms stretched out simultaneously, two holding guns, and the other two each gripping a long, cold-looking sword.

The sword was entirely ice-blue, with a layer of white frost on the blade, radiating a chilling aura.

At the same time, two black shields flew out from the storage bracelet, one on the left and one on the right in front of him, their surfaces as black as ink.

"Well done!" the Golden Dragon King shouted, his golden spear trembling, the tip gleaming coldly as he met Lu Yan's hammer.

The hammer and spear clashed with a deafening roar, and crimson lightning and golden spear light exploded, creating a wave several meters high on the sea surface.

Lu Yan paused slightly, while the Golden Flood Dragon King took a half-step back. He was shocked; the strength of this human was outrageously great.

Lu Yan gave him no chance to breathe, swinging the Nine Heavens Hammer one blow after another, each blow carrying immense power, crimson-gold lightning exploding on the hammer as it crashed down.

The Golden Flood Dragon King unleashed all four arms, parrying with his golden spear, counterattacking with his twin swords, and his two black shields sometimes closing and sometimes opening, blocking Lu Yan's attacks.

The two were locked in combat, their hammer shadows, spear shadows, and sword light intertwining, with lightning and cold glints flying everywhere.

The Golden Flood Dragon King grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. This human cultivator was clearly only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, yet his physical strength subtly surpassed his own. Each hammer blow sent numbness through his hands, and his sword-wielding arms ached from the scorching lightning.

The Four Dharma Masters and the Golden Flower Ancestor stood at a distance, watching in astonishment.

"This...this..." Master Sifa opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

A Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage actually forced a level 10 demon to retreat? That was the Golden Flood Dragon King, a top-ranking being among the outer sea demons!

Even the Golden Flower Ancestor was dumbfounded. He knew Lu Yan was powerful, but he hadn't expected him to be this powerful. Those two hammer blows, if they were him, wouldn't even leave ashes.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Lu Yan suddenly withdrew his hammer and retreated. With a flick of his left hand, the Xuanming Ink Bead appeared in his palm.

The jet-black bead spun around, and a burst of black light emerged from it, instantly spreading outwards.

Lu Yan hissed, "The world will be turned upside down!"

The black mist transformed into endless illusions, enveloping the Golden Dragon King within them.

In a flash, the Azure Wave Islands and the sea disappeared from the Golden Flood Dragon King's vision, replaced by an endless void, from which countless golden giant spears pierced through from all directions.

The Golden Dragon King was startled, but he reacted quickly. He opened his mouth and spat out a golden bead that flew out and hovered above his head.

The bead is golden in color, with fine runes covering its surface, emitting a soft, spiritual light.

Wherever the light passed, the black mist vanished as if exposed to the blazing sun, and the illusion shattered instantly.

Lu Yan was slightly surprised. The golden bead was actually an auxiliary magic item specifically designed to enhance divine sense and dispel illusions, and its grade was not low.

He had thought that the illusion of the Xuanming Ink Pearl would at least trap the Golden Flood Dragon King for a few breaths, but he did not expect that the opponent would break through it in one move.

"Good stuff," Lu Yan thought to himself, but his hands didn't stop. With a wave of his left hand, a golden thunder dragon flew out from his palm, baring its fangs and claws, and pounced on the Golden Flood Dragon King with a piercing thunder.

The Golden Dragon King had no time to dodge and was struck squarely in the chest by the golden thunder dragon.

boom!

Lightning exploded, and the Golden Flood Dragon King was charred black. Its golden scales were curled and blackened by the electricity, and a burnt smell filled the air.

He grunted, retreated several feet, looked down at the scorch marks on his chest, and his eyes were filled with shock.

"What kind of lightning is that?!"

His scales were the pride of the Jiaolong clan, a defense that ordinary lightning could not penetrate. However, this golden lightning not only broke through his scales but also entered his body.

Lu Yan was secretly delighted. The Bone-Cleansing Golden Lightning was specifically designed to counter malevolent energy. As the leader of the dragon clan, the Golden Dragon King had countless lives on his hands, and his malevolent energy was so thick that it was almost tangible, which was exactly what this lightning could counter.

The Golden Flood Dragon King gritted his teeth and summoned the two black shields back to his front. The shields closed, blocking Lu Yan's view.

Lu Yan sneered, raised the Nine Heavens Hammer high, and his figure sprang up, smashing the hammer into the gap between the two shields.

boom!

The two black shields trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on their surfaces.

Lu Yan did not stop. He struck again and again. When the third blow landed, the two black shields shattered with a crash, and fragments flew everywhere.

The Golden Flood Dragon King's face turned ashen. His prized defensive magic treasure had lasted less than three breaths against this human cultivator.

The Four Dharma Masters and the Golden Flower Ancestor were speechless. They exchanged a glance and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

This is not the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm; this is not the combat power that an early stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator should have.

The Golden Dragon King took a deep breath. He knew that he had to get serious.

He suddenly tossed the golden spear in his hand upwards, made a hand seal, and chanted incantations.

The golden spear hovered in mid-air, rapidly expanding until it transformed into a giant golden spear over ten zhang long. The spear's body shimmered with golden light, and its tip gleamed with a chilling light, radiating a world-destroying pressure.

Every line on the gun was glowing, as if some ancient power was being awakened.

"You have every right to be proud that you could force me to use this move." The Golden Dragon King's voice was deep and menacing.

"go!"

With a roar, the Golden Dragon King sent his giant golden spear hurtling down on Lu Yan like a meteor.

The sound of gunfire was sharp and piercing, tearing through the air and creating a deep trench in the sea.

Lu Yan's arms bulged with muscles and veins.

The Xuanming Ink Beads hung overhead, creating a black light curtain.

Two Azure Shields flew out from his sleeves, one in front and one behind, blocking his way.

Click!

The two Azure Shields were instantly pierced by the golden giant spear, and fragments scattered everywhere.

The black light barrier of the Xuanming Ink Bead trembled violently and shattered in less than a breath. However, the golden spear's speed slowed down slightly, and its power weakened somewhat.

Lu Yan reached out with both hands, his ten fingers gripping the tip of the gun tightly like steel clamps.

laugh!

A wisp of green smoke rose from his palm, and the scales on his palm were scorched black by the golden light of the gun barrel, but he remained motionless.

The golden spear hovered a few inches in front of him, its tip humming and trembling, but it could no longer pierce him.

The Golden Flood Dragon King was greatly alarmed. His spear strike was enough to instantly kill any early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and even mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

But this human actually grabbed it with both hands?

His gaze fell on the golden scales on Lu Yan's body, and he suddenly remembered a cultivation technique: the Three Brahma Sacred Technique of the Suanni Clan.

When that technique is cultivated to a high level, golden scales will condense on the body's surface, just like the person in front of you.

The disappearance of the young master of the Suanni clan has caused a great stir in the outer seas, and the culprit has yet to be found. Could it be... related to him as well?

The Golden Dragon King's mind raced, and just as he was about to question Lu Yan, a smile had already crept onto his lips.

"Give it to me!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yan, along with the giant golden spear, vanished into thin air.

The Golden Dragon King was stunned for a moment.

Without any escape light or spiritual energy fluctuations, it simply vanished into thin air, leaving not even a trace.

He suddenly realized what was happening.

"No! My gun!"

The Golden Dragon King's roar shook the sea, and its eyes were bloodshot.

The golden spear that he had painstakingly nurtured for tens of thousands of years was snatched away right in front of him!

And it was that person again! The thief who stole his Dragon Scale Fruit!

"You despicable human! I swear I will tear you to pieces!"

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and looked in the direction where the Four Dharma Masters and the Golden Flower Ancestor were.

The two had already run hundreds of feet away. Master Sifa was carrying one disciple in each hand, and the flying sword beneath his feet was almost smoking.

The Golden Flower Ancestor's crimson robe fluttered in the wind as he fled at an astonishing speed, without even turning his head.

The Golden Flood Dragon King gritted his teeth and did not go to find Lu Yan.

He had experienced that ability to vanish into thin air before, but he wouldn't let the other two escape as well.

A golden beam of light shot into the sky as the Golden Flood Dragon King chased after the Golden Flower Ancestor.

On the sea, only the disciples of the Four Laws Sect were left desperately fleeing, not even having the courage to look back.

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Tiannan, the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, the Huayi Sect.

Wei Wuyai is currently in seclusion in his cave, cultivating his spiritual practice.

Just then, Lu Yan suddenly appeared, gun and all.

This is a secret room. The walls are pitch black, and a faint scent of herbs fills the air.

In the center of the secret room, an old man in a dark green robe sat cross-legged. His face was thin, and he was surrounded by a layer of multicolored mist, which was colorful and resembled the cap of a poisonous mushroom.

Wei Wuyai suddenly opened his eyes.

An overwhelming spiritual pressure crashed down from the opposite side, with dazzling golden light and chaotic lightning arcs, its aura seeming to devour him alive.

"Who goes there?!"

Without a second thought, he flipped his hands, and a cloud of multicolored poison surged out from his sleeves, heading straight for Lu Yan's face.

Lightning crackled around Lu Yan, golden arcs of electricity shielding him from the poisonous clouds, hissing as they did so.

He took two steps back, raised his hands, and gestured that he meant no harm.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! I meant no harm!" Lu Yan quickly said, "My teleportation array malfunctioned, and I was swept here by a spatial storm. I had no intention of trespassing!"

Wei Wuyai frowned, the poisonous cloud still churning in front of him, the multicolored mist billowing and swirling, his eyes warily fixed on Lu Yan.

"Space storm? Teleportation accident? You think I'd believe such nonsense?"

Lu Yan glanced at the colorful poisonous fog and had already made up his mind.

The Poison of the Corpse in the Abdomen is one of the Ten Deadly Poisons.

Furthermore, this person spoke with a Tiannan accent, and there is only one person in the entire Tiannan region who possesses such cultivation and such poison skills.

Wei Wuyai.

One of the three great cultivators of Tiannan, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Lu Yan sighed inwardly. To barge into someone's secluded cultivation room and interrupt their practice would make anyone furious.

It seems there's no way to resolve this peacefully today; words alone won't work.

Let's beat him up first, then we'll talk.

Lu Yan stopped wasting words, tightened his grip on the Nine Heavens Hammer, and golden lightning surged out from his body, forcing the surrounding poisonous mist back several feet.

He activated the Great Brahma Thunder King Technique at full power, his entire body covered in golden scales, and the phantom of a three-headed, six-armed being appeared and disappeared behind him.