At the same time, the Blood Dragon Anomaly danced wildly. Within his dantian, a torrent of vitality boiled, surging toward his fingertip.
The spiritual power in his mind converged there too.
The Blood Dragon Anomaly’s mightiest vitality, his spiritual power, and the fused trio of energies—thunder, Heaven-Devouring, and Azure Fire—rushed into his arm, gathering at his fingertip.
Lin Xiao’s arm swelled as if it might burst, veins bulging, clothing singed, black smoke rising. The surrounding space seemed on the verge of incineration.
The energy coursing through his meridians was too vast, too wild. From a distance, it looked as if Lin Xiao might explode.
“What’s he doing?!” The crowd gasped in alarm.
In Lin Xiao’s consciousness, his focus narrowed to a single point—executing the Heaven-Devouring Spirit Finger. His mind blurred, pushing this Heaven-tier technique to a height he’d never reached before.
His arm teetered on the brink of rupture, yet his fingertip became a black hole, ravenously swallowing vitality, spiritual power, and energy like a whale gulping water.
Ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent… His vitality and spiritual power poured into his fingertip, the three energies following suit.
“Die!”
From a short distance in the air, Chen Wendao roared, pushing his power to its zenith. A ferocious fist struck out, a blinding burst of light erupting. The colossal fist beam surged like a raging river, thundering through the sky.
Seventy percent, eighty percent, ninety percent.
Now, ninety percent of Lin Xiao’s vitality and spiritual power, along with the Thunder Spirit Pill’s full lightning energy and an equal measure of the fused spiritual energies, compressed into his fingertip at breakneck speed.
His arm fell eerily still—no smoke, no wild aura leaking out. His entire body radiated a terrifying calm.
“Chi!” Lin Xiao pointed, and a pinpoint of light shot forth, as if to pierce the heavens and rupture space. It streaked upward at a speed beyond sight, aimed at Chen Wendao.
This infinitesimal speck seemed to brim with apocalyptic power, capable of rending the earth and sky. An eerie calm and inexplicable dread gripped every heart.
“This attack…” High above, Feng Yuntian frowned, sensing danger even from this strike.
“How can this kid unleash something so powerful?!” Ye Fenghua’s heart jolted, shouting, “Dodge it!”
Even those at a distance instinctively scattered.
“How…” Chen Wendao’s face twisted in shock as the light raced toward him, outpacing his fist beam. In a blink, it collided with his attack ten zhang away.
A single light speck against a vast fist beam seemed laughably trivial.
Yet in that instant, a roar like ninefold heavenly thunder erupted.
“Rumble!”…
A blinding radiance, outshining ten suns, exploded. A torrent of energy detonated, unleashed like an ocean’s fury, waves crashing outward in a relentless surge across the heavens and earth.
A hurricane of energy and light swept through, filling every inch with shimmering waves, the deafening roar unrelenting.
“Pfft!”
Chen Wendao’s fist beam shattered instantly. Blood sprayed as his body was flung like driftwood on a stormy sea.
The terrifying shockwaves radiated miles, toppling dozens of nearby combatants.
Lin Xiao, retreating after the strike, couldn’t escape the blast’s reach. He too was hurled back, blood gushing from his mouth.
The attack was too immense—unimaginable on the ground, it might’ve leveled half the Feng estate.
No one could fathom that a third-grade spirit controller and Heavenly Martial youth could unleash such a blow—beyond even Martial Kings or Venerables.
Lin Xiao’s hidden ace defied description—monstrous didn’t suffice. He was terrifying beyond measure!
Landing, Chen Qing’er’s body slipped from his grasp. Too battered to care, he grabbed healing pills from his storage ring and swallowed them.
Though the shockwave had gravely wounded him, the distance and his retreat had spared him from death.
At close range, he’d have killed himself too.
The explosion halted all fighting. Even the Beauty Sky Demon faltered midair, and Feng Yuntian froze in shock. This strike was so fearsome, he wasn’t sure he could fully suppress it.
A Heavenly Martial strike rattling a Martial Lord—unheard of!
It took a while for the crowd to recover. As the energy dissipated, figures charged toward Lin Xiao.
He was too dangerous. Their first instinct upon regaining senses was to kill him at all costs—give him a few years, and they’d all be doomed.
“Die!”
Seizing the Beauty Sky Demon’s distraction, Feng Yuntian darted downward toward Lin Xiao. A finger flicked, unleashing a beam of light-speed force, crackling with Martial Lord might, piercing the void like lightning.
“Shiu!” Among those rushing Lin Xiao, Wu Sha was near the front. Seeing the aerial threat, she veered upward, her palms glowing with radiant azure light, aiming to block the beam.
“No!” Lin Xiao roared. A third-grade elementary spirit controller couldn’t stop a Martial Lord’s power—Wu Sha’s attempt meant certain death.
He’d seen this once with Chen Qing’er—he wouldn’t witness it again. He’d rather die himself.
Rage, helplessness, anguish, guilt—emotions flooded him. His eyes blazed red, as if bleeding.
“Wu Sha!” At that moment, a swifter figure—an elder—outran her, positioning himself higher.
Ignoring Wu Sha’s strike, he faced the beam head-on, palms unleashing a torrent of light.
It was Wu Sha’s grandfather, Wu Meng!
Yet beneath the beam, his attack was feeble. The light pierced his defense, striking him. “Bang!” His body was torn through.
The weakened beam then hit Wu Sha’s strike, shattering it. The remaining force slammed into her chest.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed as Wu Sha’s body fell slowly.
“Roar!”…
Lin Xiao’s howl shook the heavens. Ignoring his injuries, he leapt from the ground.
