Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Su Chen stood in the center of the pool.

None of the descending lightning bolts fell.

However, the spiritual energy in Su Chen's meridians had begun to leak out uncontrollably.

Sensing the tribulation of lightning.

The higher one's cultivation level, the stronger the sensation.

This pool of thunder is a testament to a certain level of skill.

"nice one."

Su Chen looked down at the back of his hand.

There was an extremely thin purple mark on it, which was branded by Lei Xi from three zhang away in the void.

Wang Mang thrust the sword forward.

"I figured it out myself."

Su Chen smiled.

Then, he took the sword out of his sleeve.

It is not the Immaculate Sword Embryo.

It was just an ordinary green sword.

Su Chen raised his sword above his head.

Above the Thunder Pool, the clouds that had been darkened by the lightning suddenly began to gather in one place.

A dark, heavy cloud gathered, completely obscuring the sun.

The entire gate of the Luoyun Sect fell into darkness.

A disciple from the inner sect cried out half a sentence in mid-air.

"Falling Clouds..."

"Falling Clouds Piercing the Sun Sword Technique!"

The composure on Lei Sha's face vanished.

This move is known to everyone in the sect.

The incantation that outer disciples must memorize in their first year of study is also the sword manual that Li Changfeng personally passed down to the true disciples.

The so-called "falling clouds piercing the sun" refers to this phenomenon.

Its power dispersed the sea of ​​clouds, like a ray of blazing sunlight piercing through the heavens and earth.

However, Su Chen was unaware that this cultivation technique originated from cultivators in the upper realm.

Otherwise, it's impossible that he hasn't continued his research for so many years.

Su Chen used this move not to suppress Wang Mang.

Su Chen has many tricks up his sleeve.

The laws of space, the square seal, the lightning tribulation, the immaculate sword embryo, and his own natal magic weapon, the ancient spirit brush...

But since they've returned to the Falling Cloud Sect...

Naturally, one must first use the true techniques passed down from the Luoyun Sect.

The clouds parted.

A straight slit appeared in the middle of the dark clouds, and no sunlight shone through it.

There was only a trace of sword intent.

Su Chen's figure dissipated in that instant.

The sword intent, transformed into human form, descended from the heavens.

When the crystal wall of Thunder Pool was struck by that sword intent, there was no sound.

First, a white line appears, then the line spreads to both sides, and lightning plasma sprays out from the opening.

Su Chen broke into the pool.

In that instant, all those billions of lightning serpents began to move.

"not good."

Su Chen's sword intent paused in the pool.

These Razer snakes don't follow the rules.

It's not a straight cut, it's a loop.

One sword after another wrapped around Su Chen's falling sword path, binding it tightly into a tangled mess.

Su Chenruo was still at the Refinement stage, and these lightning snakes couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

But now it has been suppressed to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

When the first lightning bolt wrapped around his forearm, Su Chen felt numbness throughout his entire meridian system.

"Shrinking the earth to an inch".

The void beneath my feet folded over.

The person vanished from the encirclement of Razer snakes and reappeared on the other side of the pool.

Act Two.

The third act.

The three-mile-long Leichi area was reduced to a single step by Su Chen.

The lightning snakes couldn't catch up, and could only explode into blue and white flowers where Su Chen had disappeared.

The disciples in mid-air watched without daring to blink.

The spacetime laws of cultivators who have reached the Void Refinement stage.

Even if one's cultivation level is suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage, this escape technique still exists.

Seventh discount.

Su Chen stopped three feet behind Wang Mang.

That pause lasted only half a breath.

Qingfeng handed it forward.

The sword energy pierced through Wang Mang's left shoulder, leaving a bloody spray. The bloody spray landed in the thunder and fire on the ground and disappeared with a hiss.

Wang Mang swayed slightly.

Faced with Su Chen's cunning and relentless attacks, coupled with his unpredictable movement techniques, they were at a disadvantage.

Knowing he was bound to be hit by several strikes, he had no choice but to activate the second move, Ninefold Thunder Armor...

Nine layers of purple light emerged, enveloping Wang Mang completely.

Su Chen's sword stopped in mid-air as he glanced at it.

I roughly understand what's going on.

This is similar to the body-tempering technique I obtained during the Tai Xuan Sect Martial Arts Tournament.

However, Wang Mang tempered his physique with lightning.

A protective lightning aura was generated...

Su Chen didn't say much.

The first sword strike landed.

The sword energy struck the outermost layer of lightning and bounced back.

Su Chen caught the rebounding sword energy himself, and his wrist went numb from the impact.

They failed to break through this thunderous aura three times in a row.

Su Chen also figured it out.

Thunder is a thing that is extremely strong, powerful, masculine, and intense.

To break through, one would naturally need a power even more domineering than his thunderous aura.

The power of heavenly tribulation is the only viable option...

The disciples watching from mid-air were all retreating.

Within Su Chen's primordial spirit, the ancient cultivator's technique was circulating.

Master Hongfu truly considers Su Chen one of his own.

Su Chen was certain that Master Hongfu had provided a very complete interpretation of this technique for him.

Therefore, Su Chen can have complete freedom to control the techniques within this cultivation method.

Even the power of heavenly tribulation can be manipulated at will.

The entire atmosphere of the sky has changed.

That was the smell of heavenly tribulation.

It wasn't a tribulation of lightning, nor a tribulation of wind; it was the overwhelming rage of heaven and earth as they sought to erase something that shouldn't exist.

The millions of lightning snakes in the Thunder Pool all lay prostrate in that instant, too afraid to move.

This crimson heavenly tribulation lightning is the supreme among lightning.

Su Chen raised his right hand.

The immaculate sword embryo was lifted from the palm of the hand.

The sword embryo spun half a circle in mid-air, and when it spun a second time, the surrounding void trembled.

A spatial force capable of severing everything.

The power of the heavenly tribulation pressed down along the sword embryo, pressing down on the nine layers of lightning armor.

"Click."

The nine layers of lightning armor, from the outside in, were sliced ​​open layer by layer, as if someone were peeling a radish with a knife.

When Su Chen cut to the last layer, his sword stopped on Wang Mang's breastplate.

Only a thin ray of purple light remained there, and through the purple light, one could see Wang Mang's face.

"Alright."

Su Chen put away the sword embryo.

High in the sky, that sliver of silvery white retreated halfway into the gap in the clouds.

Li Changfeng put his hands behind his back and nodded.

"The cultivation techniques of ancient cultivators."

"You've had quite a few opportunities these past few years out there."

"They even managed to touch this kind of thing."

Su Chen did not answer.

The lightning in the Thunder Pool gradually subsided.

Wang Mang dissipated the remaining lightning on his body and stood up straight.

The wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, and the blood had congealed into a dark patch on his robe.

"Su Chen".

Wang Mang raised his sword, its tip pointing to the sky.

"The path of cultivation is long and uncertain."

"You were once my inner demon."

"I've always wanted to beat you."

"But these past few days, while I was studying thunder magic in my cave, I suddenly had an epiphany."

"I, Wang Mang, have no desire to defeat you."

"That very moment."

"I've figured out the final move."

Wang Mang flattened the sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

"Returning to the Ruins, Thunder Burial"

As those three words fell, the entire Thunder Pool began to shrink inward.

The pond, which was three li in size, has shrunk to one li.

One li (a unit of distance) shrinks to a hundred zhang (another unit of distance).

A hundred feet shrank to three feet.

Billions of lightning snakes, azure lightning flames, and lightning crystal barriers were all pressed into that three-zhang-deep area.

Three zhang (approximately 13 meters) shrank to one chi (approximately 1.5 meters

It shrank from one foot to one inch.

What remained was a thunder core suspended on the tip of Wang Mang's sword.

It was black with a hint of purple, and only the size of a fingernail.

High above, Li Changfeng's eyebrows twitched.

He casually flicked his sleeve downwards.

A restriction descended from the void, covering the area within a ten-mile radius of the plaza, like an inverted bowl.

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