Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

Chen Yang put the car in Park and pressed the central locking button.

Lin Qingzhi gripped the seatbelt tightly, her big eyes filled with worry, her small hands clutching Chen Yang's clothes.

"Chen Yang!"

"Be careful, something's off about this guy!"

Chen Yang turned his head, leaned over, and kissed Lin Qingzhi on her smooth forehead.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Before Lin Qingzhi could say anything, Chen Yang pushed open the car door and got out.

He slammed the car door shut behind him.

The mountain wind outside was strong, making the leaves of the trees along the roadside rustle.

The strange man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat stood straight in the middle of the road, without moving an inch.

As he got closer, Chen Yang smelled a very strange odor.

The smell was hard to describe; it was somewhat like a moldy rag that had been sitting in a basement for over a decade, mixed with an unpleasant earthy odor.

It's the kind of smell that makes you want to sneeze.

Chen Yang raised his hand and fanned his nose, speaking with a look of disgust.

"Hey, in broad daylight, are you dressed like an extra who just escaped from some film set?"

"Even if you're just playing a minor role, you should at least pay attention to personal hygiene. This smell is too strong."

The man in the straw hat ignored Chen Yang's teasing and raised his head slightly.

There was a shadow beneath the straw hat, obscuring his face.

All I could hear was a hoarse, strained voice.

"So you're Chen Yang, the one who keeps ruining my plans, Kuroba?"

Chen Yang put his hands in his pockets and nodded with a smile.

"I am your grandfather, and I will never change my name or surname."

"What's wrong? Your boss who wears the owl mask, you're still upset about being beaten up by me last night, so you've sent you here to be his own undoing again?"

The man in the straw hat gave a cold laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

"Night Owl is nothing but an incompetent good-for-nothing. Does he even deserve to order me around?"

"Kid, you've got some nerve, still talking big even when you're about to die."

That's quite a confident statement.

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow, wondering in his mind just who this old man was.

Judging from his tone, this person's status in the Black Feather organization seems to be much higher than that of Night Owl.

However, Chen Yang didn't care.

No matter who you are, if you dare to block my way, you'd better be prepared to get beaten up.

"Stop just bragging and showing off your skills. Show me what you're capable of. I'm in a hurry to get home for lunch."

Chen Yang yawned lazily, looking like he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

This nonchalant attitude completely enraged the man in the straw hat.

"court death!"

The man in the straw hat shouted, and his hands, hidden inside the raincoat, suddenly shot out.

It was a pair of hands that were as dry as chicken claws, with long, black nails that gleamed with an eerie sheen.

The old man quickly formed a strange hand seal in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black aura erupted from his body.

The black mist seemed to be alive, churning and thrashing in mid-air before lunging directly at Chen Yang.

Wherever the black mist passed, the roadside weeds withered and turned yellow, and even the asphalt road surface was corroded and hissed.

This is a legitimate form of heretical cultivation.

It specifically uses Yin energy to corrupt people's true energy; just a little bit can cause a person's bones and flesh to dissolve.

In the past, if Chen Yang encountered such a vicious move, he would definitely have used the Dragon Step to dodge it first, and then look for an opportunity to engage in close combat.

But today is different.

Chen Yang had just received the system gift pack that morning, but he hadn't even opened the book "Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique" yet.

Thunder magic is the most powerful and domineering force in the world.

They were born to be the living ancestors of these insidious and evil methods.

"Well done!"

Instead of retreating, Chen Yang advanced, his legs slightly apart, and he firmly assumed a horse stance.

He circulated the pure Yang internal energy within his body according to the route of the Divine Thunder Technique.

A crisp "crack" was heard.

A blue arc of electricity suddenly appeared on Chen Yang's right hand.

The electric arc was initially only as thin as a hair, but it quickly coalesced into a dazzling ball of lightning.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, a pleasant, acrid smell filled the air.

"Break it!"

Chen Yang shouted and slapped his right hand directly at the ball of black energy.

The blue lightning, the instant it left his hand, transformed into a massive electric net, enveloping the malevolent aura.

This is simply a one-sided massacre.

When the black energy encountered the lightning, it didn't even have a chance to struggle. It emitted a series of ear-piercing shrieks and was instantly blasted away.

Not even a trace was left.

The man in the straw hat took several steps back, his eyes, hidden in the shadows, wide open in surprise.

"Thunder Magic?"

"How could a mere lad in his early twenties possibly possess the long-lost authentic Taoist thunder magic?"

The old man was truly panicked this time.

What evil cultivators fear most is this kind of fierce lightning; it's a fear etched into their very bones.

Chen Yang flicked the arc of electricity off his wrist, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The cultivation technique obtained by exchanging 5,000 Qi and Blood Points is truly remarkable.

It's not only easy to use, but the special effects are absolutely amazing, it's incredibly cool.

"What, are you scared already?"

"Weren't you being pretty tough just now? Go ahead, I haven't even warmed up yet."

Chen Yang took two steps forward with a grin, pressing closer with each step.

The man in the straw hat knew he had met his match today, and if he didn't show some real skill, he might really be doomed.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto his hands.

Those hands, resembling chicken claws, waved rapidly in mid-air, stirring up gusts of eerie wind.

"Nine Netherworlds devour souls, ten thousand ghosts roam the night, go!"

As soon as the old man finished chanting the incantation, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

A small whirlwind suddenly appeared on the winding mountain road for no apparent reason.

Hundreds and thousands of blurry black phantoms emerged from under the old man's raincoat.

These phantoms let out mournful howls and surged towards Chen Yang in an overwhelming manner.

This setup certainly looks quite intimidating.

If it were someone with a weaker constitution, they would probably have wet their pants on the spot.

Sitting in the car, Lin Qingzhi saw this scene through the windshield and turned pale with fright. She frantically honked the horn to warn Chen Yang to be careful.

Chen Yang turned around and gave the little girl in the car an OK sign.

Then he turned his head, looked at the sky full of black phantoms, and stretched his neck.

"It's all so flashy and gaudy, it's annoying to look at."

Chen Yang wasn't going to hold back this time.

He mobilized all the pure Yang energy in his dantian without reservation and poured it into the meridians of his hands.

"Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique! Activate it!"