Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

Before the combined attack formation's light screen had even faded, the Thunder City Lord's figure had already vanished from his spot.

Lightning tore through the air, and a purple-gold arc of electricity drew a blinding trajectory in mid-air, heading straight for the core of the Vajra Sect's flying boat array.

This is not a test, but a full-force attack.

The spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul level erupted completely at this moment, crushing all the low-level demon beast corpses within a ten-mile radius into a pulp, leaving not even a trace of bone.

The city lord formed hand seals, and purple-gold lightning arcs surged from his palms, weaving into a sea of ​​lightning in mid-air.

Each bolt of lightning was as thick as a bucket, carrying destructive power enough to shatter mountains, crashing down on the flying boat in a devastating barrage.

The elder's black robes billowed in the air, but he did not retreat even a step.

The Gengjin Divine Sword flew out from his sleeve, and golden light exploded instantly.

The sword multiplied into ten, then into a hundred, in mid-air.

A hundred golden sword lights swirled around him, converging into a giant golden shield that stood horizontally in front of the flying boat.

boom.

Lei Hai crashed into the golden shield, and the aftershocks of the explosion spread outwards from the two of them, tearing a hole several miles in diameter through the clouds in mid-air.

The elder was forced back three zhang, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The opponent used Thunder Divine Power, which is a natural counter to metal-based magic, so he suffered a loss from this attack.

But he didn't stop.

The giant golden shield dispersed, transforming into a hundred sword beams that surged back towards the city lord.

Each sword light was wrapped in extremely sharp Geng metal power, and the shrill sound that tore through the air was so painful that it hurt one's eardrums.

The city lord raised his hand and waved, and lightning arcs condensed into a lightning wall in front of him. The sword light crashed into the lightning wall, exploding into golden sparks.

Two Nascent Soul stage experts clashed in mid-air, their golden and lightning flashing, each collision causing the space to tremble.

The cracks in the ground spread at a visible speed, and there was no intact land within a radius of several miles.

The twelve Golden Core cultivators from Thunder City were not idle.

Their combined attack formation pressed in from another direction, targeting Su Xuan in the central position.

The deputy city lord at the head of the group had a grim face. The magic weapon in his hand was a cyan spear with a dense earth-elemental spiritual power wrapped around its tip. The combined spiritual pressure of the twelve people made the killing formation's power almost reach the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Zhou Yuan shouted and led several Vajra Sect elders to block Su Xuan, but their expressions were not good.

Twelve peak Golden Core cultivators formed an array, while they only had three mid-Golden Core cultivators on their side. How could they possibly win?

Su Xuan stood beside the supply wagon, his face expressionless.

With his right hand on the storage ring, the four elements of spiritual energy began to circulate faster in his dantian, and every muscle in the Asura Divine Body tensed up.

Let's fight then, it's just twelve Golden Core cultivators.

But just as he was about to reveal his fighting strength, the Grand Elder in mid-air suddenly raised his hand and took out a blood-red talisman from his robes.

The talisman was crushed the moment it was obtained.

A blinding golden light shot up from the talisman, piercing the clouds and exploding into a giant golden lotus in the sky, its brilliance so dazzling that it could be seen from hundreds of miles away.

The Thunder City Lord's pupils contracted.

That was the Vajra Sect's blood-red distress signal, the sect's highest-level distress talisman, which could only be used when the sect was facing a life-or-death crisis.

The price for crushing this talisman is that the seclusion of all the Nascent Soul elders in the sect is forcibly interrupted. No matter what they are doing, as soon as the talisman is broken, everyone must immediately tear through the void to rush over.

The city lord paused for a moment.

The elder wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his tone calm.

"Lord Chen, our Vajra Sect's patriarchs will be arriving shortly. Do you intend to continue, or leave now?"

The city lord's face turned ashen.

He could sense several terrifying auras rapidly approaching from afar, and not just one.

Not two, but five.

Five Nascent Soul elders simultaneously tore through the void; Thunder City simply couldn't withstand such a display.

The deputy city lord's voice trembled as he transmitted his message from within the killing formation.

"Lord, let's retreat, it'll be too late if we don't leave now."

The city lord's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

Nineteen years.

He searched for nineteen years.

The enemy was right in front of him; he was just one step away from killing him with his own hands and avenging his son.

But now, he has to withdraw.

Because if we don't evacuate, Thunder City will be finished.

He took a deep breath and turned to look in the direction of the Vajra Sect.

His gaze passed over the Grand Elder and fixed intently on the gray-robed youth in the central command position.

"Su Xuan,"

The city lord's voice was tinged with blood, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

"I, Chen, will remember this debt."

"The Vajra Sect can protect you for a while, but not forever."

"You wait, I will make everyone in your Vajra Sect pay with their lives for my son."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. The twelve Golden Core cultivators behind him simultaneously withdrew their killing formation and transformed into more than a dozen streaks of light, rushing towards Thunder City.

The city lord glanced at Su Xuan one last time, then turned and disappeared into the light, vanishing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

On the Vajra Sect's side, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Yuan plopped down on the ground, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"My God, I almost thought I was going to die here."

Su Xuan withdrew his hand from the storage ring, his expression returning to calm.

The Grand Elder descended from mid-air, his black robe torn in several places, but his breathing remained relatively steady.

He glanced at Su Xuan, said nothing, and then turned to give orders to everyone.

"All troops, listen to my command! Return to the sect immediately, without stopping along the way."

More than a hundred streaks of light rose into the sky again, this time at more than twice the speed of their arrival.

From the direction of the Vajra Sect, five streaks of light could already be seen tearing through the void on the horizon; those were the sect leader and several Nascent Soul elders in seclusion.

The Grand Elder stepped forward and explained the situation in a few words. The Sect Master's face was so gloomy it could drip water, but he still nodded in the end.

"Let's go back to the sect first."

The scene on the screen shifted.

Thunder City, the secret chamber of the city lord's mansion.

Lord Chen sat in the main seat, his eyes filled with tears of blood, looking like a severely wounded wild beast.

On the table in front of him was a brocade box. When the box was opened, it contained a fist-sized lightning crystal, which was entirely purple-gold and wrapped with a dense, almost tangible, lightning-type spiritual power.

This is the accumulated heritage of Thunder City over a century, priceless in value.

The city lord stared at the lightning crystal for a long time, then closed his eyes and raised his hand to close the brocade box.

The deputy city lord stood to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

"Lord of the City, what's going on?"

The city lord did not answer. He stood up, picked up the brocade box, and turned to leave the secret room.

"Prepare the boat, let's go to the Divine Sword Sect."

The deputy city lord's expression changed.

"City Lord, the Divine Sword Sect is a top-tier power in the Eastern Wilderness. If our Thunder City were to beg them for help, the price would be..."

The city lord interrupted him.

"No matter how high the price, it's better than watching our enemies go free and unrestrained."

He turned around, his face contorted in a grotesque expression.

"I want the Vajra Sect destroyed, and I want Su Xuan to die without a burial place."

"Even if it costs the entire Thunder City, I will make them pay the price."