355: Situ Action

"Junior, how dare you!"

The blue-robed old man was completely enraged, his hair and beard bristling!

He no longer cared about maintaining the crumbling barrier. He suddenly stood up, pushed both hands forward, and a beam of deep blue Gui Water Profound Light, exuding biting coldness, shot out like a poisonous dragon leaving its cave. Carrying a terrifying low temperature capable of freezing the Soul, it lunged straight for Di Jingzhe’s back!

A furious strike from a Heaven-Reaching Realm Eighth Level expert was powerful enough to instantly freeze a small mountain!

Just as the deep blue profound light was about to make contact, Di Jingzhe acted as if he had eyes on his back!

Without turning his head, he slapped backward with his left hand!

"Heaven-Shattering Thunder Strike Palm!"

A gigantic thunder palm print, entirely condensed from violent and fierce Zixiao Divine Thunder! The palm print had clear patterns, deep purple lightning snakes danced wildly, emitting an overbearing aura that incinerated all things, slamming fiercely toward the bone-chillingly cold Gui Water Profound Light!

Boom—!!!

Purple Thunder and profound ice, supreme Yang and supreme Yin, two completely opposite and mutually restrictive terrifying powers collided violently in mid-air!

Dazzling light instantly engulfed the backyard!

Deafening explosions swept across the entire Black Marsh City!

Violent energy turbulence spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami!

The already cracked Profound Yin Gui Water Array barrier shattered completely under this impact, turning into countless blue light spots that dissipated, like a fragile eggshell!

Stumble, stumble, stumble!

The blue-robed old man’s face turned pale, he let out a muffled groan, and was actually forced back several steps by the explosion’s shockwave. His internal Qi and blood churned, and his eyes were filled with horror!

He never imagined that a mere kid at the Seventh Level of the Purple Mansion Realm, with a hastily executed thunder palm print, actually contained such overwhelmingly ferocious power, successfully blocking his full-strength, enraged attack!

Although the opponent clearly also suffered a loss, staggering forward, he had blocked it in the end!

In the instant that the energy storm raged and vision was obscured, Di Jingzhe suppressed the churning Qi and blood and the numbness in his arm. Taking advantage of his forward momentum, the light on his Storage Pouch flashed wildly, and the accumulated supplies in the storeroom poured out crazily, as if being sucked up by an invisible giant whale!

The speed was so fast that only an afterimage remained!

When the raging thunder light and ice shards slightly subsided, the blue-robed old man and the four guards only saw Di Jingzhe transform into a streak of purple light, shooting out from the storeroom door that had been cleaved open by Sword Gang, instantly vanishing beyond the outer wall of the merchant hall's backyard.

Inside the storeroom, only the empty floor remained, along with the lingering smell of scorching, cold air, and violent thunderous energy.

"Ah—!!!"

The blue-robed old man stared at the empty storeroom and let out a roar of extreme frustration, his old face turning the color of pig liver.

The four guards looked at each other with ashen faces, their hands gripping the Water-Splitting Pricks trembling slightly.

Di Jingzhe’s figure met up with Feng Linger outside the city.

His face was somewhat pale, the sleeve of his left arm was scorched and torn, and his skin was covered with a faint layer of frost mixed with burn marks. It was clear that taking a direct hit from a Heaven-Reaching Realm Eighth Level expert was not easy. However, his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's, showing no sign of retreat.

"Let's go!" His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a barely perceptible fatigue, but dominated by cold, bone-piercing decisiveness.

When Feng Linger saw the injuries on his arm, a flicker of worry crossed her clear eyes, but she said nothing, quickly following.

The two figures melted into the boundless, ominous shadows of the black swamp outside Black Marsh City, disappearing like drops of water into the ocean, leaving no trace.

The twentieth establishment!

Thunder Prison Prefecture, Crimson Thunder Mountain City, Zhou Family.

Inside the main hall symbolizing the authority of the Family Head, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the dead silence before a storm.

The strong scent of medicine mixed with the smell of blood could not mask the violent rage brewing like a volcano ready to erupt.

Zhou Tianxiong lay half-reclined on a spacious seat covered with thick beast hides, his face sallow.

He forcibly suppressed the metallic sweetness rising to his throat, his pair of crimson eyes staring fixedly at the blue-robed old man kneeling in the hall—scorched, battered, and intermittently reporting the tragic situation in Black Marsh City—and the other shop managers beside him, whose faces were equally pale.

With every sentence he heard, the muscles in his face twitched, and the brutality in his eyes intensified.

"T-twenty establishments..." Zhou Tianxiong’s voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, every word carrying overwhelming hatred and deep-seated humiliation.

"A full twenty shops... emptied... burned down... by two little insects... Are you all... trash?!"

He slammed down hard on the armrest of the seat!

Crack!

The hard Crimson Thunder Wood armrest instantly turned to dust!

A terrifying pressure belonging to the Tenth Level of the Earth Venerable Realm erupted like runaway volcanic lava!

The temperature in the entire hall rose sharply, the air warped, and crimson lightning wildly jumped and flickered around Zhou Tianxiong’s body!

Those kneeling on the ground were struck as if by invisible heavy hammers, groaning, blood trickling from their mouths and noses, trembling, not daring to even lift their heads.

"Family Head, please calm your anger!" An old man with white hair and a composed aura quickly stepped forward. He was the Grand Elder of the Zhou Family.

"Those two little thieves are as cunning as foxes, their movements are elusive, and their methods are bizarre. Especially the lightning controlled by that youth... it is overwhelmingly fierce! Ordinary Tongtian Realm experts simply cannot stop it!"

Zhou Tianxiong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning Qi and blood, and his voice sounded like the cold ice of the Nine Hells as he issued the cruelest order:

"Issue the decree! Withdraw all outer forces, abandon remote shop strongholds! All Law Realm and Profound Venerable Realm Elders, immediately end your seclusion and mobilize! I want a net cast over the entire area, centered on Crimson Thunder Mountain City! Activate all intelligence networks; dig three feet deep if necessary to dig out those two little bastards for me!"

A series of commands mixed with a bloody killing intent slammed down, solidifying the air in the entire hall.

The massive war machine of the Zhou Family, having suffered unprecedented humiliation, was finally thoroughly enraged, revealing its ferocious fangs, and began to operate at full speed regardless of the cost!

The only goal—tear those two mysterious young man and woman to shreds at any cost!

Outside the hall, the dark clouds pressed lower, and faint, muffled thunder rumbled, as if foreshadowing that a terrifying storm sweeping across the entire Thunder Prison Prefecture was about to arrive.

Thunder Prison Prefecture, Situ Family.

Situ Qi stood leaning against the railing, dressed in a simple, elegant azure robe, gazing toward the distant horizon—that was where the last plume of thick smoke rising from Black Marsh City had just vanished.

His face was refined, a faint, almost imperceptible smile lingering on his lips, as if admiring a magnificent painting.

"Family Head, the Zhou Family... has made a move."

An old man, like a shadow, appeared silently behind him, his voice low, "Profound Venerables are all deployed, the bounty is staggering, and the inescapable net has been cast."

"Oh?" Situ Qi’s smile remained unchanged, his fingertips gently tapping the cool jade railing, producing a crisp sound.

"That injured old lion, Zhou Tianxiong, is finally completely enraged and ready to fight desperately? The efficiency... is a bit faster than I anticipated. It seems those two little fellows know very well how to rub salt into a wound."

"Should our people..." The shadow old man made an implicit gesture.

"Send them out..."

He turned around, looking toward the direction of Crimson Thunder Mountain City, his gaze seeming to pierce through space, seeing that city shrouded in anger and fear.

"Zhou Family... enjoy this... feast specially prepared for you."