LRAB Page 89
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In Lü Liang's pupils, the approaching gray-white light, radiating an aura of annihilation, was reflected. He felt it! It wasn't just simple physical destruction! It was... the complete erasure of his very existence, from body to soul, from energy to information!
"No—!!! I am from the Lü family... Ugh!!!" The desperate scream was only half-finished.
The grayish-white light gently touched Lü Liang's body.
There was no blood or flesh flying.
There is only one kind of "disappearance" that freezes the soul.
Lu Liang's body, along with the Ruyi Jin light that flickered on his skin as he tried to make a final struggle, was as if it had been erased by an invisible eraser.
From the point of contact, clothing, skin, flesh, bones... silently turn into the finest dust, and then even the dust completely dissipates into nothingness!
The process was breathtakingly fast, yet incredibly clear!
It was as if an invisible hand had erased all traces of his existence from this space!
All that remained was a bowl-shaped pit with incredibly smooth edges and several feet deep.
Not a speck of dust remained in the pit; only the smooth, glass-like surface of the rock, formed by the instantaneous high temperature melting and rapid cooling, reflected a faint, cold light under the pale moonlight.
Lu Liang, along with all his secrets, ambitions, and abilities, vanished completely within this Yin-Yang annihilation of thunderous laws, as if he had never existed in the world.
The rear hall was plunged into an abyss of even greater silence than when the roof had been breached.
Lin Shen didn't even glance at the traces that signified Lü Liang's complete disappearance, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.
His gaze shifted to Gong Qing's charred corpse with its chest ripped open in the corner, and he flicked his finger casually.
A thin arc of azure electricity shot out and landed precisely on Gong Qing's corpse.
The corpse was instantly engulfed by the raging lightning and fire, turning into a cloud of charred ashes that quickly extinguished, completely eliminating any possibility of it being explored or used.
After doing all this, Lin Shen turned his gaze to Tian Jinzhong in the wheelchair.
Lin Shen's gaze swept over Tian Jinzhong's violently heaving, withered chest, over his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and finally settled on the depths of his eyes, which held endless turbulent waves.
"Uncle Tian, this is a secret, you must keep it safe."
After saying that, Lin Shen didn't linger.
He turned and took a step.
With a few flashes, the figure disappeared from the huge breach in the roof.
For Lin Shen...
Killing Lü Liang and Gong Qing was like killing two ants.
Lin Shen was more interested in giving it a try.
Yin Yang Five Thunders is the product of the fusion of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!
Lin Shen silently recited in his heart.
[System, Rumble-Rumble Fruit development status.]
[Beep, the host's Rumble-Rumble Fruit development level has reached: 48%.]
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Chapter 96 The Pinnacle
Deep in the dense forest behind Longhu Mountain.
Like hyenas that have smelled carrion, the Quanxing demons charged madly toward Tian Jinzhong's rear palace under the cover of darkness.
Although the remaining disciples of Longhu Mountain fought back fiercely and formed a battle formation, the light of the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic Talismans flickered in the rainy night, but they were like a few small boats in a stormy sea, tossed about by the Quanxing crowd that outnumbered them many times over and were fearless of death.
Every second, young figures fell amidst the flashing blades, their hot blood mixing with the mud, only to be quickly washed away by the cold rain.
Just as the defense line was about to collapse and despair was spreading like a plague—
The sound disappeared.
It did not truly disappear, but was forcibly "covered" by a terrifying will that was above all things, as vast as the sky and as heavy as the earth!
A figure in cyan appeared silently at the forefront of the battlefield, standing between the shaky Longhu Mountain disciples and the surging tide of Quanxing.
He wore a green robe and had a white beard. He wasn't tall, but he seemed to hold up the entire world.
The Old Celestial Master, Zhang Zhiwei.
His appearance was without any earth-shattering momentum or dazzling aura soaring into the sky.
There is only one kind of absolute "stillness".
Centered on him, within a radius of a hundred feet, the torrential rain seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, obediently changing its trajectory and sliding aside.
The clamor of fighting and the explosions of energy seemed to be instantly extinguished by an invisible hand, leaving only a suffocating, vacuum-like silence.
All the figures fighting, whether disciples of Longhu Mountain or demons of Quanxing, froze for a moment as an irresistible chill from the deepest part of their souls instantly froze their bones!
The old celestial master's gaze calmly swept across the battlefield.
His gaze swept over the blood-stained robes and terrified, exhausted faces of the Longhu Mountain disciples, over the corpses of his fellow disciples on the ground, and finally landed on the Quanxing demons with their ferocious faces and eyes flashing with greed and madness.
There was no anger, no murderous intent, not even a ripple in his eyes.
There is only one kind of extreme coldness: looking down on ants and disregarding life and death.
"Those who disturb the tranquility of my mountain gate..."
The aged voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the eerie silence, like a cold block of iron striking the heart of every Quanxing demon.
"...should be executed."
The stillness was shattered the moment the character "诛" (zhū) was written!
It wasn't the old master who moved, but the "space" in front of him that moved!
"boom--!!!"
A blinding bolt of lightning, whose speed and power were beyond description, tore through the imprisoned rain curtain without warning!
That was no ordinary thunder; it was the aurora of Qi, highly condensed to the point of being almost tangible, containing the very essence of destruction and purification!
As thick as a dragon, as dazzling as a falling sun! It did not descend from the sky, but rather, starting from the figure of the old Celestial Master standing with his hands behind his back, it fanned out and plowed through the surging crowd of Quanxing people!
The first to bear the brunt was a giant from the Quanxing sect, nine feet tall, with muscles as bulging as rocks and who had cultivated a body-strengthening hard skill. He roared and pushed his protective qi to its limit, his skin gleaming with a metallic sheen, attempting to meet the attack head-on.
The lightning struck, but there was no loud crash; only a soft "sizzle," like a hot knife cutting into butter.
The giant's proud and powerful body, along with his protective qi, was decomposed and vaporized in a fraction of a second, leaving not even a trace of scorch marks, as if it had never existed.
A Quanxing master, known for his ghostly figure and speed, transformed into several afterimages and shot off in different directions in the instant the lightning flashed, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.
However, the destructive lightning seemed to ignore spatial distance, and all the afterimages were pierced and annihilated in the same instant!
The body turned to ashes with a short, almost inaudible gasp of horror.
Seven or eight Quanxing experts reacted extremely quickly, instantly forming a defensive formation back to back. Various protective magical artifacts and defensive qi shields shone brightly, layer upon layer, their light dazzling.
The lightning swept across, like a red-hot iron pressed onto thin paper.
All the brilliance dimmed and shattered in an instant!
The magical artifact wailed and exploded into pieces! The people inside the formation didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into smoke and vanished amidst the intertwined lightning!
Seeing that the situation was not good, a Quanxing demon who was proficient in earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic or magic) instantly sank his body into the mud, thinking that he was safe.
The fan-shaped lightning that plowed through the land had destructive energy that not only affected the surface of the earth but also penetrated deep into the earth's veins!
A charred mark silently rose from the ground, then collapsed, revealing a curled-up body beneath, its expression one of shock, now completely charred and blackened.
Where the lightning struck, it left behind a dark ravine several meters wide, bottomless, with smooth, mirror-like edges, radiating terrifying heat and a burnt smell!
Within the ravine, all matter—whether flesh and blood, bones, weapons, rocks, or vegetation—was annihilated, turning into the most primordial particles of dust!
On both sides of the ravine, the Quanxing demons who were lucky enough not to be directly hit were blown away like fallen leaves caught in a gale by the violent shockwave, with countless people suffering broken bones and tendons!
The air was filled with the strong smell of ozone and the desolate silence of everything returning to nothingness!
The deathly silence lasted only a moment.
"Monster... Monster!!"
“Run—!!!”
"He's not human!!!"
The Quanxing demon who had miraculously survived was utterly devastated!
That terrifying power, beyond comprehension and capable of obliterating everything, instantly destroyed all their ferocity and greed, leaving only the most primal, extreme fear of death!
They abandoned their armor and weapons, like ants scattered from their nest, crying and pushing each other, fleeing desperately down the mountain and into the depths of the dense forest!
What mission, what secret of Tian Jinzhong, what allure of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques—all become the most laughable jokes in the face of absolute power!
All they wanted was to escape this desolate place shrouded in the gaze of death!
However, the old master's gaze, like a cold searchlight, had already locked onto every figure that scattered and fled.
A Quanxing assassin, skilled at concealing his presence and moving as if blending into the shadows of the trees, was holding his breath, pushing his speed to the limit, about to escape into the deeper darkness.
The old master didn't even turn his head; he simply flicked his left index finger, which was hanging at his side, in that direction with utmost casualness, as if brushing away a speck of dust.
A condensed, hair-thick bolt of azure lightning, moving at a speed exceeding the limits of visual perception, flashed by in an instant.
Hundreds of meters away, the assassin's frantic figure suddenly froze, a tiny, almost imperceptible hole appearing between his brows, from which a wisp of smoke rose. His eyes froze in shock and lifelessness, and his body, propelled by inertia, lurched forward a few more steps before collapsing limply to the ground.
A sorcerer, skilled in illusion and capable of creating dozens of indistinguishable phantoms to confuse the senses, is making a hasty escape by taking advantage of the complex terrain.
The old celestial master's gaze swept across the area, his eyes unwavering, as if he had seen through all illusions. He gently pinched his right thumb and middle finger together.
A soft, crisp sound, like crushing a grape.
Dozens of phantoms burst like bubbles at the same time. Behind the pile of rubble, the real body let out a short, miserable howl. Its entire head was as if it had been crushed by an invisible force, and red and white fragments of bone shattered and scattered everywhere. The headless corpse collapsed to the ground.
One of the fastest-reacting demons, piloting a blood-red flying shuttle, soared into the sky, attempting to escape through the air, and was about to break through the rain curtain.
The old celestial master didn't even look up at the figure high in the sky; he simply waved his wide robe sleeves casually at the heavens.
“Boom!”