129: Chapter 129 Within the Thunder Domain, I Am the Might of Heaven

Thunder fell like rain!

This was not ordinary heavenly thunder, but the most pure destructive divine thunder condensed by the Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder Formation!

Every single pillar of thunder contained terrifying might sufficient to cause a Golden Core Cultivator's body and soul to be utterly destroyed!

"No—!"

Behind Li Jiuyou, the group of Blood Fiend Sect Disciples did not even have a split second to react.

Within the depths of their eyes, nothing was left except a blinding, dazzling purple thunder light.

The next moment, there was not the slightest sound left.

The divine thunder crashed through their bodies, and their protective Devilish Qi, carried Magic Treasures, flesh and physical bodies, and Divine Soul Origins were completely vaporized and evaporated in an instant, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

Clean and decisive, annihilated without a trace.

Upon the massive white jade plaza, in the end only Li Jiuyou was left standing alone.

He had narrowly escaped death.

The instant the myriad thunders overturned, he let out a beast-like, miserable roar, and a layer of bizarre blood-colored scales suddenly emerged on the surface of his body.

Under the desperate situation of life and death, his Innate Demonic Body completely stimulated its Origin protective Divine Ability!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The divine thunder filling the sky fiercely hacked down, entirely smashing onto his physique.

The blood-colored scales continuously shattered and continuously regenerated, repeating endlessly.

Li Jiuyou was like a solitary boat amidst a violent storm, hacked by the thunder force until his figure swayed and staggered, his entire body billowing with black smoke, and fresh blood spurted wildly from his mouth without stop.

Yet even so, he still forcibly endured this bombardment of myriad thunders!

"Ah-ah-ah—!"

He roared upwards toward the sky, his roar filled with extreme unwillingness and madness.

"Brat of the Qingxuan Sect! Do you think that relying on a broken Formation, you can slay me?!"

"I am the Innate Demonic Body, immune to all techniques!"

He suddenly and heavily stamped the ground, and a monstrous Devilish Qi erupted crashingly from within his body, sweeping across all directions!

His originally handsome and eerie face instantly twisted and became ferocious, a pair of curved demonic horns bulged on his forehead, and a pair of massive pitch-black bat wings stretched and spread open behind his back.

His cultivation aura climbed step by step, skyrocketing against the trend, faintly breaking through the shackles of the Divine Soul Realm and touching the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm!

This was the Blood Fiend Sect Young Sect Master Li Jiuyou's ultimate trump card at the bottom of the box, his ultimate devilized form!

"Oh? You can still transform?"

Zhao Ruoan, watching the battle from afar, lit up his eyes slightly, looking at the scene before him with great interest.

"Your appearance is passable, I just don't know how your practical combat strength is."

He did not continue to urge the Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder Formation.

Merely relying on a Formation to wear down an opponent to death was far too uninteresting, no different from sitting tight in tower defense and passively killing enemies.

He needed a hearty and thorough head-on duel, a Peak collision between prodigies of the same Realm, to verify his own cultivation gains of recent days.

"Just right, I will take you as my whetstone."

Behind Zhao Ruoan, an unadorned and plain longsword slowly condensed and appeared, which was precisely the nameless immortal sword bestowed upon him by his Revered Master Yun Qinghan.

"Hum—"

A clear sword hum resounded through the vast sky, and the immortal sword trembled endlessly, as if it was already impatient and thirsted for a battle.

"Come on, let me see what your Innate Demonic Body is truly made of."

Zhao Ruoan lifted his gaze, casually hooked his finger at Li Jiuyou, his posture calm, carrying a bit of light mockery.

"You're courting death!"

Zhao Ruoan's extreme contemptuous posture completely ignited Li Jiuyou's monstrous fury!

The bat wings suddenly vibrated, and his figure transformed into a blood-colored afterimage, instantly vanishing in place!

The next instant, he had already teleported before Zhao Ruoan!

The demonic claws covered in blood-colored scales and glowing with a cold metallic luster tore through the air, carrying a piercing sonic boom sound, directly grasping at Zhao Ruoan's chest vitals!

This claw was fast, accurate, and ruthless, its force overwhelmingly tyrannical, sufficient to easily tear apart a High Grade Spirit Treasure!

Facing this fatal blow, Zhao Ruoan's expression did not change in the slightest, calm and without ripples.

Just at the moment when the demonic claw was about to touch his clothes.

"Clang!"

The crisp and piercing sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded!

That unadorned immortal sword had somehow already lain horizontally across his chest, blocking Li Jiuyou's ultimate killing claw strike with utmost precision.

"What?!"

Li Jiuyou's pupils abruptly shrank, his heart filled with horror.

He had completely failed to see the opponent's sword-drawing trajectory!

What made him even more alarmed was that his sharp claws, comparable to top-grade demonic treasures, were actually unable to leave even a fraction of a trace upon this seemingly ordinary sword body!

A majestic and tyrannical rebound force swept over along the sword body, shaking his entire arm until it went numb and his Qi and blood surged violently!

"Too slow."

Zhao Ruoan's cold and clear voice faintly resounded beside Li Jiuyou's ear.

He flicked his wrist slightly, and the immortal sword in his hand was like a living creature, transforming into a stream of light as it instantly unfolded a fierce counterattack!

There was no earth-shattering majestic Sword Qi, no flashy and intricate Move variations.

There were only the most basic thrusts, chops, upward slashes, and downslashes, yet every single Move was fast to the extreme, with peerlessly tricky angles, faintly containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Within a split second, sword shadows fluttered across the sky, completely shrouding and locking down Li Jiuyou's figure!

Li Jiuyou's complexion changed drastically, wildly waving his demonic claws and flapping his bat wings as he tried his utmost to parry and dodge.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The rain-dense sounds of metal clashing resounded through the entire grand hall, sparks flying in all directions and Sword Intent crisscrossing!

Monstrous waves rose in the depths of Li Jiuyou's heart; he was completely suppressed!

The opponent's sword was too fast, too accurate, and too ruthless!

No matter how he shifted and dodged, the sword tip always followed like a shadow, tightly locking onto all the major fatal vitals around his body; no matter how he resisted with all his might, that seemingly weightless sword body bore a terrifying immense strength that he could not contend against.

His proud extreme speed was akin to a joke before the opponent; his demonic claws, which he relied upon as indestructible, could only take passive beatings and struggle bitterly to support themselves.

In a mere dozen breaths of combat, dozens of ferocious sword wounds deep enough to see bone had already been added all over his body, and pitch-black demonic blood continuously spurted out, staining his clothes.

"This… this is impossible!"

Li Jiuyou's mind and soul shook violently, full of disbelief.

He bore the Innate Demonic Body and had never met an opponent within the same Realm; even against an Early Stage Nascent Soul Elder of the Sect, he had the strength for a battle!

Yet this Qingxuan Sect Disciple before him clearly shared the same Divine Soul Realm cultivation as him, but his swordsmanship was so tyrannical that it completely crushed him!

What kind of bizarre swordsmanship was this?!

"Is this your full strength?"

Zhao Ruoan's voice sounded once more, carrying a trace of clear disappointment.

"The Innate Demonic Body is nothing much, truly disappointing."

"You…!"

Li Jiuyou was so enraged that his Qi and blood surged backward, almost spitting blood on the spot.

"Don't you dare be arrogant! I will let you witness the supreme Demonic Technique of my Blood Fiend Sect!"

He abruptly pulled back and retreated, opening up a safe distance, his hands and ten fingers flying as he rapidly formed intricate demonic incantations.

"Blood Scripture—Boundless Blood Sea!"

Endless viscous blood-colored Devilish Qi gushed out from within his body, instantly transforming into a boundless sea of blood. Carrying monstrous corrosive power and thousands of wailing grievances, it swept crazily toward Zhao Ruoan!

This Move was a top-tier Demonic Technique of the Blood Fiend Sect; its defiling power could corrode the Physical Body and invade the Divine Soul, extremely vicious.

Facing the surging and terrifying blood sea, Zhao Ruoan merely shook his head slightly.

"Showing off your meager skills before an expert."

He brought his fingers together like a sword and pointed from afar.

"Thunder, come!"

"Boom-crack!"

A purple divine thunder of utmost purity dropped down from the Nine Heavens, accurately hacking into the core of the blood sea!

"Sizzling—!"

Thunder was the most rigid and yang power of heaven and earth, naturally restraining all evil and crooked paths.

The blood sea, which looked monstrously fierce, was like accumulated snow encountering a blazing sun before the purple divine thunder, evaporating instantly, thoroughly purified, leaving not a single piece behind!

"Puff!"

His natal Demonic Technique broken, Li Jiuyou suffered severe backlash, a mouthful of pitch-black demonic blood spraying wildly outward, growing increasingly listless and weak.

"How could it be… even the Blood Scripture cannot do anything to him?"

At this moment, deep fear finally completely emerged within the depths of Li Jiuyou's eyes.

The Zhao Ruoan before him was simply his natural nemesis!

The swordsmanship suppressed the Physical Body, the divine thunder restrained the Demonic Technique, a comprehensive crushing defeat that left him with zero power to fight back!

"The game should end now."

Zhao Ruoan had already lost the interest to play with his opponent, gripping the immortal sword in his hand tightly with a single hand.

A brand new, boundless power rapidly gathered upon the sword body. It was no longer purely an extreme fast sword, but a supreme Sword Intent that fused the Five Elements and encompassed all things!

Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth!

Five-colored spiritual light circulated around the sword body, intertwining and cycling, evolving into an abstruse and peerless Reincarnation Dao rhyme.

"This sword will send you on your way."

Zhao Ruoan's figure flickered, instantly vanishing in place.

The next instant, he had already appeared behind Li Jiuyou, the immortal sword in his hand lightly piercing into his back heart!