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"What kind of supernatural power is this? The power is outrageous!"

Su Xuan gave Chen Tiangang no chance to catch his breath.

Turn your left hand over to form the second hand seal.

The ultimate fire-based divine power can burn mountains and boil seas!

Golden flames rose out of thin air, not just one or two, but an entire sea.

A golden sea of ​​fire spread out high in the sky, the temperature so high that even space itself was slightly distorted, and the heat wave, carrying golden light, swept towards Chen Tiangang.

The Thunderfire Hammer was the first to be hit.

This top-grade natal magic weapon, which Chen Tiangang had nurtured for nineteen years, let out a sharp, mournful cry amidst the golden sea of ​​fire. One of the lightning patterns on the hammer's surface dimmed, and the purplish-black hammer body began to glow red, like a piece of red-hot iron.

"No!" Chen Tiangang roared, channeling his true essence into the Thunderflame Hammer in an attempt to maintain the magic weapon's spiritual light.

Useless.

Golden flames seeped into the cracks of the lightning patterns, burning from the inside out. The aura on the Thunderfire Hammer visibly dimmed, and cracks began to appear on the hammer body.

The sea of ​​fire continued to spread, bypassing the Thunder Flame Hammer and rushing towards Chen Tiangang himself.

His protective aura was a layer of purple-gold light shield, formed from the condensation of all his cultivation at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. In theory, it should be able to block most attacks from the Golden Core stage.

When the golden sea of ​​fire approached, the purple-gold protective aura trembled violently, and a crack appeared on its surface.

Two paths.

Three paths.

Chen Tiangang's face turned from white to green, then from green to purple. He could feel his protective aura crumbling inch by inch. The golden flames were no ordinary fire; they burned his soul.

"This is impossible!" His voice trembled. "How could someone at the early stage of the Golden Core realm possess such power!"

Su Xuan did not answer him.

He made a hand seal with his right hand again.

The great power of the metal system!

High in the sky, a crack appeared in the void, and golden sword beams poured down from the crack. Not just one or two, but thousands upon thousands, like a golden rainstorm falling from the sky. Each sword beam contained a sharpness that was enough to instantly kill a peak Golden Core cultivator.

At the same time, the left hand mudra changes.

The ultimate power of the Wood element: the Prison of Ten Thousand Trees.

There was nothing on the ground, but countless emerald green vines sprouted out of thin air, each as thick as an arm, covered with barbs and venom, wrapping around Chen Tiangang from all directions.

Above is a waterfall of swords, below is a sea of ​​fire, and all around is a cage.

The four great divine powers were unleashed simultaneously, bombarding the enemy at the same time.

Before Chen Tiangang could even let out a complete scream, the golden sword light shattered his remaining protective qi, the emerald vines wrapped around his limbs, and the golden flames scorched his flesh.

Blood gushed from his seven orifices, his robes were torn to shreds, and the Thunderflame Hammer slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground.

His body was sent flying backward under the bombardment of the four supernatural powers, coughing up blood one mouthful after another. The killing intent in his eyes was completely replaced by something else at this moment.

fear.

On the ground, Lu Qingyun's posture of crossing his arms finally changed. His hands hung down at his sides, and his ten fingers trembled slightly.

When all four great divine abilities are used simultaneously, each one has the power to instantly kill a peak Golden Core cultivator.

This is not the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

That's not true at all.

In mid-air, Su Xuan withdrew his hands and placed them behind his back. A five-colored light flashed in his eyes. He looked down at the blood-soaked, swaying figure and his lips moved slightly.

"Nineteen years of painstaking work, and this is it?"

Chen Tiangang's body convulsed in mid-air, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Su Xuan, his lips moving to utter a few broken words.

"You, what exactly are you... a monster..."

Su Xuan raised his right hand, pointed his index finger forward, and a chaotic light condensed at his fingertip.

"Sending you on your way."

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Chen Tiangang's body tumbled seven or eight times in mid-air, retreating hundreds of feet before he finally managed to regain his footing.

Before he could finish spitting out the blood in his mouth, another mouthful surged up, flowing down his chin and dripping into the clouds thousands of feet below.

He stared at the gray-robed figure a hundred feet away, the blood vessels in his eyes even more prominent than before.

The Four Great Mastery Divine Powers

Simultaneously.

Each of his techniques is no less powerful than his full-force strike.

How is that possible? How much spiritual energy can a dantian in the early stage of the Golden Core realm hold? How terrifying a reserve of spiritual energy is needed to simultaneously activate four fully-developed divine abilities? Even an old monster at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm couldn't do such a thing!

"What exactly are you?!"

Chen Tiangang's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth. His robe was mostly torn, revealing an inner armor that shimmered with a pale golden light. It was a top-grade protective robe that could withstand a full-force attack from a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

At this moment, the surface of the robe was covered with cracks.

Su Xuan stood still, the chaotic light on his right index finger still lingering, its five colors swirling, its radiance subdued.

He did not pursue them.

He also did not answer Chen Tiangang's question.

That attitude doesn't give the opponent a chance to breathe; it shows that they don't take the opponent seriously at all.

Chen Tiangang understood what this meant, and the last shred of reason on his face was shattered.

"Fine, fine, you forced me to this!"

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into his palm. A purple-gold light exploded in the blood; it was not ordinary spiritual blood, but the essence blood of a nascent soul.

A forbidden technique that burns away one's lifespan.

Chen Tiangang's aura surged at this moment, rising from the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage. The rune between his eyebrows shone so brightly it almost scorched through his flesh, and his hands formed an extremely complex hand seal.

"Apocalypse by Ten Thousand Thunderbolts!"

The world has changed.

High in the sky, the clouds that had been split apart closed up again, but they were no longer white; instead, they were a deep, inky black.

Thunderclouds.

The sky for dozens of miles around was completely covered, with purple-gold arcs of lightning leaping wildly in the black thunderclouds. The thunder didn't come in one burst, but in a continuous barrage, the rumbling sound making the eardrums of people on the ground ache.

At the very center of the thundercloud, a Dharma image is taking shape.

First came a hand, its purple-gold lightning solidified, each finger several feet thick. Then came the arm, shoulder, torso, and legs.

A thunderous dharma image, hundreds of feet tall, emerged from the thunderclouds.

It held a spear, also formed from lightning, in its hand. The spearhead pointed downwards, and its purple-gold light illuminated the entire sky, even dimming the sun by a third.

The spiritual pressure poured down from the sky, shattering the stone slabs on the ground and causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the mountainside.

The Grand Elder knelt on one knee, looking up at the towering Dharma image, his right hand, which held the Gengjin Divine Sword, turned white at the knuckles.

All the Vajra Sect disciples behind him who were still standing were forced to the ground by spiritual pressure. Several Foundation Establishment stage disciples bled from all seven orifices and fainted on the spot.

"What kind of supernatural power is this..." A Golden Core elder's voice trembled.

The elder did not answer. He used his severed left arm to push himself up and took a step forward.

He didn't know what he could do by rushing up there, but he had to.

Lu Qingyun stood halfway up the mountain, his arms crossed, now hanging limply at his sides. He looked up at the hundred-foot-tall Dharma image, the sword mark between his brows throbbing wildly.

The power of this strike is terrifying!

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"What is that thing?! A hundred feet tall, utterly ridiculous!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over! The city lord has activated his Bloodlust! How is Su Shen going to withstand this attack?"

"The four elemental powers attacked him for so long and he still didn't die. This dog is too tough."

"Su Shen, run! Don't try to take the hit!"

high in the air.

The hundred-foot-tall thunderous dharma image raised its spear, carrying the momentum to destroy the entire mountain, and slammed it down towards Su Xuan's position.

The air was instantly evaporated where the spear tip passed, leaving a vacuum trail, with a purple-gold light trailing a tail flame tens of feet long.

Chen Tiangang stood behind the Dharma Image, his eyes bloodshot, his mouth full of blood, and a hoarse roar escaped his throat.

"Die, Su Xuan!"

The thunder spear fell.

Su Xuan raised his head and glanced at the lightning spear that was hurtling towards him, his expression remaining unchanged from beginning to end.

He withdrew the chaotic spiritual light from his right index finger, and slowly brought his hands together in front of his chest, interlacing his fingers to form an ancient mark that almost no one recognized.

Within his body, the Five Elements Supreme Golden Core began to reverse.

It's not the normal cycle of mutual generation of the five elements; it's a reversal.

Water overcomes fire, fire overcomes metal, metal overcomes wood, wood overcomes earth, and earth overcomes water. The power of the five elements, which are mutually restraining, explodes in the dantian, but it does not get out of control. Instead, it generates a higher level of power in the collision of these restraining forces.

Five-colored spiritual energy surged out from his body.

Water, fire, metal, wood, and earth—five primordial spiritual energies—surged from his palms simultaneously, converging, intertwining, and merging three zhang in front of him.

The five colors devoured, crushed, and merged with each other, transforming into a giant disc shape in mid-air.

Five-colored millstone.

The diameter began to expand from one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), then to ten zhang, fifty zhang, and one hundred zhang.

The millstone eventually expanded to the same size as the Thunder Law, blotting out the sky and the sun. Five-colored light flowed endlessly across its surface, and the two millstones rotated slowly, emitting a deep, muffled hum.

Everything trembled before that aura, not out of fear, but out of an instinctive desire to return to nothingness.

Su Xuan's voice rang out at this moment, not loud, but clearly audible for miles around.

"The Great Annihilation of the Five Elements".

The millstone started moving.

Slowly, with an unstoppable momentum, it met the falling lightning spear head-on.

Chen Tiangang's pupils shrank to pinpoints at that moment.

The moment the tip of the thunder spear pierced the millstone, the purplish-gold lightning was crushed.

The moment the spear tip touched the surface of the millstone, it turned into countless points of light, then the spear shaft, then the hand holding the spear, and then the arm.

The hundred-foot-tall thunderous Dharma image was ground into dust inch by inch by the five-colored millstone.

Chen Tiangang's strongest trump card, activated by nineteen years of arduous cultivation and the burning of his nascent soul essence, could not withstand three breaths in front of that millstone.

boom.

The Dharma image shattered.

Countless purple-gold specks of light scattered across the sky, like a strange meteor shower, illuminating the entire heavens.

The millstone did not stop.

Its remaining power was undiminished; the five-colored light locked onto Chen Tiangang's aura, carrying that terrifying aura that could obliterate everything, and rolled towards him.

Chen Tiangang didn't even have time to escape.

The moment the edge of the millstone grazed his body, a series of cracking sounds rang out.

The top-grade protective robe exploded, scattering fragments everywhere.

The three defensive jade talismans that were close to his body exploded.

The life-saving magic treasure hidden in his sleeve exploded.

All his defenses were destroyed in an instant, and the residual force of the millstone slammed into his flesh through the fragments.

The sound of bones shattering came from his body; ribs, spine, limbs, one after another broke, and his entire body twisted and deformed high in the air.

Chen Tiangang opened his mouth, but he couldn't even make a complete scream; only a mist of blood gushed from his throat.

His body began to fall.

A beam of five-colored spiritual light shot out from Su Xuan's fingertip, wrapped around Chen Tiangang's body, and fixed him in mid-air.

It's not about saving him, it's about not letting him die so easily.

Chen Tiangang hung suspended in mid-air, his bones shattered, his limbs dangling at an abnormal angle, blood seeping from every pore of his body. His nascent soul had shrunk to its limit, suppressed by the five-colored spiritual power, unable to unleash even a trace of spiritual energy.

Chen Tiangang hung in mid-air, his limbs dangling at twisted angles, blood seeping from every pore, his robe torn into strips hanging on his body, his whole body like a puppet with its skeleton twisted.

His mouth was moving.

At first, he could only move his lips, unable to make a sound, his throat filled with blood and foam. The five-colored spiritual energy locked his nascent soul, preventing him from expending even a trace of true essence, and he couldn't even muster the instinct to protect himself.

pain.

The pain that pierced through his bones, the pain that crushed his soul—all the strength he had accumulated over nineteen years of cultivation vanished in an instant. Lei Yan hammer shattered, his magic robe shattered, his life-saving magic treasure shattered, and even his proud Nascent Soul cultivation was rendered useless.

"Su, Su Xuan..."

He finally managed to squeeze out a sound, hoarse and unrecognizable, like rusty iron scraping against each other.

"Spare me...please spare me..."

A cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage, the city lord of Thunder City, cried in front of thousands of people high in the sky.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have bothered you, please let me go, please..."

His body struggled within the constraints of the five-colored spiritual light, but with each movement came the sound of bones shattering against each other, causing his facial muscles to twitch in pain, yet he couldn't even faint.

Su Xuan stood ten feet away, his gray robes fluttering, his hands behind his back, and a flash of five-colored light in his eyes.

He looked at Chen Tiangang, his expression unchanged.

It's like looking at a piece of gravel by the roadside.

Chen Tiangang saw that look in his eyes, and his heart sank.

He had seen that look before; he had the same expression when executing prisoners, not caring whether they lived or died, just going through the motions.

He is going to die.

I'm really going to die.

Chen Tiangang's crying stopped abruptly. His cloudy eyes darted around frantically as he looked down from mid-air, his gaze piercing through the clouds and locking onto the white-clad figure halfway up the mountain.

"Elder Lu! Save me!"

His voice changed tone, and he was screaming as if he had used the last of his strength.

"Elder Lu, I, Chen Tiangang, am willing to submit to the Divine Sword Sect! I offer up the century-old heritage of Thunder City, its three spirit mines, and two Nascent Soul-level magic treasures with both hands! Just save my life!"

Please!

On the ground, Lu Qingyun stood amidst the rubble halfway up the mountain, his white robes stained with dust. He looked up at the figure wailing and begging for mercy high in the sky, and the sword mark between his brows twitched.

Thunder City's resources are indeed tempting. Three spirit mines plus two Nascent Soul level magic treasures—this deal would normally tempt any sect.

But that's not what he cares about.

What he cared about was the gray-robed youth above him.

At the early stage of the Golden Core realm, he simultaneously activated four fully-developed divine abilities, each possessing the power to instantly kill a peak Golden Core cultivator. The five-colored millstone crushed Chen Tiangang's ultimate trump card, activated with burning blood, and he couldn't even withstand it for three breaths.

If this kind of person were to grow up, what level would they reach?

Transformation into a Deity? Integration with the Dao? Or something even higher?