Chapter 445: Chapter 247: Powerful
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Zhang Zifan is a direct descendant of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master lineage, not only practicing the Five Thunders Heavenly Heart Secret but also mastering the most authentic Thunder Method.
Purple thunderbolts surround his body, with arcs of lightning flickering and interweaving, covering the sky.
“Dying under my Dragon Tiger Mountain Supreme Thunder Technique, you can be proud.”
The proud and cold voice accompanies the intense thunder, shaking everyone’s hearts.
Especially the terrifying thunderbolts filling the void, when fully unleashed, exert strong pressure that makes people’s hearts tremble with fear.
Ordinary thunderbolts are the power of nature, making ordinary people and low-level Martial Artists fear and avoid touching them.
The thunderbolts controlled by those who cultivate the Thunder Method are even more terrifying, comparable to the power of Thunder Tribulation.
Now, the power of the thunderbolts displayed by Zhang Zifan has far exceeded the Thunder Tribulation generated when stepping into the Rune Seed Realm.
Rumble Rumble.
Whoosh Whoosh.
Thunderbolts bloom, purple light bursts forth, and countless arcs of lightning leap like serpents, so dense and numerous that just looking at them from afar makes one’s scalp tingle.
Facing the apocalyptic thunderbolts, Lu Yun’s expression is indifferent, as if he is looking at a clear and cloudless sky. He casually wields his sword, executing the One Sword Terminates the World.
Sky Brilliance Thunder Sword True Art.
One Sword Terminates the World.
The sword radiance is like a torrential sea, surging and boundless, suddenly bursting forth. It carries the supreme Sword Intent, encapsulating terrifying true thunder, breaking through everything.
The sect’s supreme cultivation technique, Sky Brilliance Thunder Sword True Art, unleashed by Lu Yun, is far more terrifying than when the Sect Master of the Sky Brilliance Sect uses all his strength to execute just one such sword.
Sword Qi soars to the sky, sword light is peerless, dispelling the thunderbolts and cutting through everything.
“No.”
Watching the One Sword Terminates the World which instantly breaks through the sky and slashes towards him, Zhang Zifan’s soul trembles, his eyes are bloodshot, and thunderbolts constantly bloom from his body.
However, the power contained in that sword light does not diminish in the slightest, and its speed is incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it crosses the sky and arrives in front of him.
Endless sword light fills his pupils.
Endless terror fills his heart.
One Sword Terminates the World.
This is the One Sword that Lu Yun unleashes with resentment. Simultaneously, he uses the Rune, Pure Yang Strong Origin, and Thunder Conception to strike with explosive power.
So terrifying is this power, that even a true Rune Seed Realm peak might not be able to shake it.
Zhang Zifan, disregarding Yang Wuji’s advice, is arrogant and self-confident. With no defenses and in a rush to respond, how can he block this?
“No, no, I definitely won’t fall here.”
Watching the unstoppable sword light about to end everything, Zhang Zifan is terrified in his heart. It seems as if he thinks of something, and he directly shatters both of his hands. Jets of blood containing terrifying power burst forth, merging with his Thunder Method, and his power suddenly surges.
Even so, that peerless sword light remains unstoppable, and its power does not diminish much at all.
Seeing this, Zhang Zifan is both shocked and terrified. He seems to have gone mad, continuously unleashing thunderbolts and crazily trying to block that allcutting sword light.
However, there is almost no effect.
The Sky Brilliance Thunder Sword True Art already contains a powerful Thunderbolt Intent, and the power of the thunderbolts within it is not much less than his own Thunder Method. How can he possibly block it?
If he had given his all from the beginning to face Lu Yun, perhaps he could have blocked it.
But since he had only considered Lu Yun as a Gold Body Realm Martial Artist, his fate had already been decided.
As the One Sword crosses the sky and Zhang Zifan’s consciousness falls into darkness, he seems to see a faint halo flying towards him. The figure within the halo seems familiar, as if it is his dearly loved one.
He wants to say something, but the world before his eyes quickly plunges into darkness, and his consciousness fades away.
Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Heavenly Pride, Zhang Zifan, has thus fallen.
Lu Yun sheathes his sword and stands, gazing warily at the beautiful figure that suddenly appears before him.
Cloud and fog entwine, being disturbed by the residual sword Qi, revealing the blurry figure’s graceful posture.
This is a woman in a white dress. To ordinary people, the first impression is that she is as pure and fairy-like as a celestial. She is only to be admired from afar; even looking at her for too long may be considered disrespectful.
In Lu Yun’s eyes, she is not only an extremely beautiful and ethereal woman, but also a dangerous figure.
“At the Golden Body Realm peak, surpassing a higher realm to kill Zhang Zifan, even a monster like the Morigin Saint Child might not be able to accomplish this.”
With black hair gently dancing and long eyelashes quivering, Feng Yi coldly looks at Lu Yun, her misty eyes seemingly filled with water. As she speaks, her red lips and jade teeth sparkle with a crystal luster.
Lu Yun has never been moved by feminine charm, but this woman gives him a stunning feeling. It is not just her breathtakingly beautiful appearance, nor is it solely her transcendent and detached temperament that leaves others feeling inferior.
More importantly, it’s the faint pressure emanating from her.
“You have the qualification to leave your name before you die.” The voice is like heavenly music, extremely pleasant to the ears, but contains the ultimate coldness that makes one feel bone-chilling cold.
If one said that her appearance, temperament, and strength evoked a sense of flawlessness and stunning beauty in Lu Yun’s heart.
Now, her displayed arrogance, self-confidence, and chilling murderous intent completely shatters this sense of stunning beauty in his heart.
“But here, you have no qualification to leave your name.”
Lu Yun looks coldly and sharply at Feng Yi, his eyes as cold and sharp as if he is looking at a red skull, without a ripple in his heart.
In a situation like this, he will not show pity or mercy because the other party is a beautiful woman. After all, she is a person from the Profound Darkness Sect faction and stands on the opposite side of him, making it almost impossible for them to coexist.