ragginovel Chapter 29 Thunder Strike
Chapter 29 Thunder Strike
"What do you know?"
The moment the topic of Xuan Gu (mysterious bone) comes up, Ji Yin becomes uneasy.
"Actually... I don't know anything."
Qingfeng's lips curled up, and he suddenly threw his hammer at Jiyin.
Upon seeing Qingfeng, he took advantage of her kindness "again and again".
The extreme yin energy was finally ignited.
His face was ferocious, and his demonic energy surged violently around him, his killing intent surging towards Qingfeng like a tidal wave.
A more solid and enormous black skull materialized and took shape.
The terrifying pressure froze the air, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped Qingfeng.
The Three Emperors Prison Hammer was sent flying before it could even get close to the Extreme Yin.
Qingfeng felt his bones creaking and cracking. This attack from the extreme Yin was something he couldn't possibly withstand at this moment.
But seeing the deadly blow about to strike, there was no fear on his face.
Qingfeng mustered all his strength and let out a deafening shout in a certain direction in the sky.
"Dad! Help!"
The shout, imbued with magical power, carried far and wide, echoing across the deserted island and the sea.
"Stop playing dumb! Die!"
Ji Yin was taken aback for a moment, then the pitch-black skeleton blasted towards Qing Feng.
However, just as the skeleton was less than three feet away from Qingfeng's head...
"Sizzle—!"
A blindingly bright blue lightning bolt, carrying an aura of destruction, struck down from the clouds without warning!
Its speed was so fast that it seemed to appear out of thin air, directly striking the skeleton.
Under the lightning, the demonic skeleton was instantly torn to shreds by the extremely yang and powerful lightning.
Then, a figure appeared behind Ji Yin.
"Extreme Yin, do you want to die?"
The figure flashed with lightning, raised its hand and struck, transforming into a winding electric dragon that slammed into Ji Yin's body.
"ah--!"
With a piercing scream, the possessing Yin spirit suffered a severe blow.
Wu Chou's body was blasted backward like a rag doll, his demonic energy dissipating, and he crashed into a huge reef a hundred feet away.
The reef shattered with a deafening roar, burying most of it. The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, leaving the scene utterly silent.
As the sea breeze blew by, Qingfeng looked at the figure and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Dad, you've finally arrived!
That figure, as swift as lightning, was none other than the newly emerged Qingyang Sect Master, Qingfeng's father—Sanyang Shangren.
Master Sanyang, dressed in a blue Taoist robe that fluttered without wind, was surrounded by lightning.
He was a middle-aged man who bore a resemblance to Qingfeng.
At this moment, his gaze fell on Ji Yin, who had been cleaved away.
Amidst the pile of rocks, Wu Chou's body trembled violently as he struggled to his feet, black blood spilling from his mouth.
"Qing Sanyang?! You... how did you get here?!"
Ji Yin stared at the middle-aged man with considerable apprehension.
At the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, one still cultivates the path of thunder and fire attacks.
The power of thunder has a restraining effect on demonic energy.
He possessed Wu Chou and burned his essence to pursue him here, which was a forced drive.
The lightning bolt had damaged his divine sense, making his possessed state unstable.
However, against the Three Yangs Master, who was at his peak and had a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he was no match at all.
"My son has gone out to gain experience, and as his father, I want to come and see him, is that not allowed?"
Qing Sanyang spoke calmly, but the lightning around him suddenly intensified, and faint blue flames appeared.
"But you, taking advantage of your strength to bully the weak, have treated my son so cruelly. Do you really think my Qingyang Sect has no one left to rely on?"
Before Qing Sanyang could finish speaking, his figure flashed and he appeared in front of Ji Yin.
Ji Yin's pupils shrank abruptly. Without thinking, his demonic energy surged wildly, and two Heavenly Capital Corpse Puppets roared as they blocked his way, while he himself retreated rapidly backward.
However, Qing Sanyang simply pointed out with one finger.
Lightning condenses at your fingertips!
"laugh!"
A lightning bolt, condensed to its extreme, shot out and instantly pierced the incredibly hard head of the Heavenly Capital Corpse Puppet.
The corpse puppet froze, the ghostly fire in its eye sockets suddenly went out, and its massive body crashed to the ground, its surface charred black, wisps of blue smoke rising from it.
The supremely yang and powerful force of thunder is the nemesis of this kind of sinister corpse-refining.
Another corpse puppet roared and pounced, but Qing Sanyang didn't even look at it. He swung his hand back and the lightning struck the corpse puppet hard in the chest.
"Boom!"
The corpse puppet's chest exploded open, and it flew backward, struggling for a moment before ceasing to move.
With a mere gesture, the two Heavenly Capital Corpse Puppets, which had caused headaches even for Core Formation cultivators, were completely destroyed.
My dad is amazing!
Qingfeng stared wide-eyed. To be honest, in his memory, he had never seen his father fight against any other Nascent Soul cultivators.
"Qing Sanyang! What happened today..."
Knowing that he had no chance of winning while possessed, Ji Yin wanted to stop.
"Extreme Yin, today's matter is not over yet."
Qing Sanyang interrupted him, his figure moving again, this time appearing directly in front of Ji Yin, his speed so fast that even divine sense could not catch it.
"Bang!"
A fist enveloped in raging lightning slammed solidly into the old man's face.
"Snap!"
The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.
Wu Chou's body flew out like a cannonball again, carving a deep trench in the beach, and gushing blood from his mouth.
Qing Sanyang followed like a shadow, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.
His punches, palms, fingers, and elbows were all imbued with the power of thunder, striking Wu Chou fiercely.
Seeing my dad transform from a ranged mage into a thunderstorm warrior, and seeing his punches land with real force.
No, when did my dad start practicing body-refining techniques?
Qingfeng stared in shock, his mouth agape.
"Only I can discipline my son. If you dare lay a hand on him, I'll go to the Dark Island and kill you. Get out!"
With a thunderous roar, Qing Sanyang directly shattered the extremely unstable Yin divine sense on Wu Chou's body.
As the possession by the extreme yin disappeared, Wu Chou's consciousness returned.
But at this moment, his physical body had been completely shattered, his dantian was damaged, and his cultivation level had fallen to the early stage of Core Formation.
"Senior... have mercy..."
Wu Chou saw it clearly just now; if it weren't for the Extreme Yin Ancestor using his primordial demonic energy to protect his physical body at the last moment...
He would probably have been smashed into a pulp by the old demon Sanyang right now.
Looking at Wu Chou, Qing Sanyang shook his head.
"You were born into the wrong family, becoming that old man's grandson. How pitiful."
Today, I'll break both your arms and go back to tell Ji Yin. I'll go to Ji Yin Island and settle accounts with him.
Qing Sanyang raised his hand and waved it, twisting and deforming Wu Chou's two arms, rendering them completely useless.
This restriction was created by Qing Sanyang and cannot be broken by others.
To restore normalcy, it would be extremely costly to have the transplanted again.
"Thank you for sparing my life, senior! I will certainly convey your message!"
Wu Chou knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice. Swinging his two crippled arms, he coughed up blood and flew away from the deserted island in a sorry state.
Seeing his father let Wu Chou leave, Qingfeng didn't say anything.
In the Chaotic Star Sea, unless they are mortal enemies, Nascent Soul forces will always leave room for maneuver.
This is also why he dared to act so boldly in front of Nascent Soul cultivators.
It wasn't that Qingfeng was particularly powerful, but rather that all the Nascent Soul cultivators gave face to his father, who was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
"Father, if you had arrived even half a step later, you would have really been collecting my corpse."
Qingfeng stepped forward, revealing a wronged expression, as if he had been bullied.