novelRage of the Lightning Dragon
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An Junxi played with the True Dragon Lightning Whip in his hand, making it crackle and flicker with electricity. The light of the will of thunder spread out indistinctly, resisting the Holy Might of the three Holy Scions.
When An Junxi glanced at that golden throne, his eyes gleamed with fervor. Eventually, he could no longer resist and raised his leg to move.
The atmosphere turned strangely silent once again. No one dared to take the first step rashly.
Just at this moment, at the apex of the starry heavens, resplendent purple lightning suddenly flashed. That light was dazzling and piercing.
The lightning flared for an instant and disappeared in one breath. If not for the piercing pain in the eyes, no one would believe this lightning bolt had appeared.
Everyone squinted and carefully looked up. The six's expressions all changed at the same time. To their surprise, a white figure had come to stand above the backrest of that golden throne at some point in time.
This white figure wore clean white robes. He had delicate facial features and a placid demeanor. He held a long slender saber in his right hand and scanned the six with a calm gaze.
"White Robed Bladesman Xiao Chen!"
An incredibly tense atmosphere instantly erupted. The gazes of Nuan Muyun, Feng Wuji, Xia Houjue, An Junxi, Yan Shisi, and Duan Yi all immediately sharpened.
A strong wind blew; thunderclouds spread. The Vermilion Bird's screech resounded throughout the starry heavens. The deep howls of the Black Tortoise were like huge waves on the sea. The White Tiger's roar made the winds and clouds change.
The moment after Xiao Chen appeared, all the momentum everyone accumulated burst out completely.
"Rage of the Lightning Dragon!"
An Junxi's True Dragon Lightning Whip turned into a berserk lightning dragon containing the light of will as it charged towards Xiao Chen. It looked like he held a dragon in his hand.
"One Finger Breaking Heaven!"
A murderous intent surged forth in Xia Houjue's eyes as he pointed ferociously at Xiao Chen. The flickering ring on his finger materialized an enormous jadelike finger that sent out ripples as it tore through the heavens.
It was like the finger really pierced through the heavens and savagely pressed towards Xiao Chen.
Feng Wuji held the Scarlet Blood Spear with one hand and gently twirled it around. The quickly spinning blood-red spear emitted the sound of turbulent waves rising and falling.
A vast sea with surging waves appeared behind Feng Wuji. As the Scarlet Blood Spear spun around, water rose and turned into a horrifying waterspout.
Suddenly, Feng Wuji stopped twirling the Scarlet Blood Spear. The sound of the waves ceased abruptly, but the tip of the spear pointed at Xiao Chen, who stood on the backrest of the throne.
The waterspout that soared up crashed down from the heavens, sweeping towards Xiao Chen.
Nuan Muyun's expression turned grave. A fiery light appeared on the Heavenly Phoenix Sword and rushed upwards. With one swing, the light immediately took on the appearance of the divine bird—the Vermilion Bird—and charged at Xiao Chen.
Yan Shisi's smile continued to look very bright. However, murderous intent surged out from his eyes like waves on the sea.
He drew his sword and materialized a dazzling sword light, forming nine golden suns in a ring, and sent it at Xiao Chen.
The recently famous mysterious swordsman Duan Yi had not expected to see Xiao Chen here. His lips curled up in a smile, and he casually sent out a pitch-black sword light.
This horrifying scene in the apex of the starry heavens immediately attracted the attention of many people below. The various elders and disciples on the surrounding warships stared without blinking.
Several people were clearly surprised that the first person to stand on the golden throne was not one of the three Holy Scions, a Sovereign Noble Clan scion, or even An Junxi.
For that person to actually be the White Robed Bladesman Xiao Chen was totally unexpected. He had always given the impression of being low-profile, never taking the initiative to cause trouble. Why did he suddenly act now to fight for the first rank?
"This fellow is really crazy. He is facing six absolute geniuses with wills in one go."
"Even the three Holy Scions cannot block such a concentration of attacks."
"Xiao Chen probably became very confident after defeating Bai Wuxue. However, the Tianwu Domain is not as simple as he thinks."
"There are the light of wills and the Holy Might of the Holy Beast Martial Spirits. These are already enough to pressure him to the point where he cannot move. How can he even have a chance to block?"
The six great experts attacked at the same time, creating a shocking scene that startled some of the older-generation experts. When they saw Xiao Chen's actions, they felt that Xiao Chen was trying to commit suicide.
Standing on the throne, Xiao Chen had a calm expression as he watched the various Heaven Ranked Martial Techniques, along with the formless Holy Might and wills, flying towards him.
He held his saber's hilt with his right hand and drew the Lunar Shadow Saber out. The purple talisman in his sea of consciousness flew out from his forehead, turning into a beam of light that rushed upwards before scattering.
Thousands of purple lightning bolts made from the immortal will of thunder plunged from above, transforming from pythons to flood dragons. From a distance, they seemed like thousands of lightning flood dragons ferociously howling.
Unleashing the boundless lightning tribulation, Xiao Chen roared a warcry and turned into the merciless Heavenly Dao. With a swing of his hand, the thousands of lightning flood dragons rushed down.
Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed in the heavens. Dark clouds covered the top of the small world. The thousands of lightning flood dragons charged like a vast army, launching themselves at the Heaven Ranked Martial Techniques the six sent.
Startling explosions rang out endlessly in the starry heavens. The entire small world started to shake violently.
The cultivators fighting for the other thrones all froze in place. They felt a strange fear in their hearts as they stared at the apex of the starry heavens with some astonishment.
That area had already become chaotic from the various shock waves and rampant energies. Pandemonium reigned with the sound of surging waves, the cries of the divine bird, the countless flood dragons tearing through the heavens.
Rumbles and energy ripples swept out from that place, blowing away the other hundreds of thrones.
Several of the cultivators who had just sat down on the thrones were the most unfortunate. They directly vomited mouthfuls of blood and toppled off the thrones—truly an undeserved catastrophe for them.
Xia Houjue's jadelike finger shattered, An Junxi's berserk dragon reverted to the True Dragon Lightning Whip, and Nuan Muyun's flaming divine bird had already broken down into motes of light and faded away.
Yan Shisi's nine sun sword Qi turned into a puff of smoke, disappearing with the wind. Duan Yi's casual pitch-black sword Qi was instantly ash.
Xiao Chen's thousands of lightning flood dragons became wandering sparks crackling in the air.
The six who attacked him revealed somewhat astonished expressions. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen's counter could break the combination of their six moves.
Although the six had all held back, those had still been killing moves. None of them would have been able to achieve such a result—a draw against six killing moves.
"Xiu!"
The sparks wandering in the air quickly gathered, and an immortal aura spread out.
The purple will talisman reformed above Xiao Chen's head, showing a copy of Divine Lightning and the Immortal scripts. This was his undefeatable light of will.
An Junxi revealed an expression of understanding. He exclaimed in shock, "He actually managed to perfectly merge his will with his Martial Technique!"
Xiao Chen ignored the horrified looks of these people. Then he gently jumped off the top of the throne's backrest to sit firmly on the golden throne.
In that instant, endless rays of light soared up from behind the throne, illuminating the starry heavens. A vast, unparalleled, tyrannical aura of a king spread out like a boundless sea.
The other six absolute demonic geniuses could not help stepping back.
What was a saber? A saber was undefeated, filled with inextinguishable hot-bloodedness. What was a sword? A sword continuously chased after dreams without compromise.
Since ancient times, beautiful women were fond of heroes. With many outstanding talents and heroes competing, the times turned chaotic. The dream of ten thousand years had arrived.
Who here was not a proud son of heaven? Who here was not an outstanding talent? Regardless of who came, all that mattered was the one person who fought to the top, climbing to the peak.
The instant the bright light illuminated the starry heavens, the entire area became like a glistening golden sea, dazzling everyone.
The people competing for the nine-hundred-odd thrones below all stopped what they were doing and looked over involuntarily.
The many elders and disciples on the surrounding warships all showed incredulous expressions. Xiao Chen actually sat on the throne for real!
Xiao Chen openly sat down on the throne boldly in front of the six absolute demonic geniuses.
"He is really too gutsy! How can he possibly sit on the throne for ten seconds?!"
At this moment, countless eyes fixed on the apex of the starry heavens, on the golden thrones and the white-robed man with delicate facial features.
"You are seeking death!"
Xia Houjue was the first to get angry. He previously stood at the highest point of the pyramid. How could he tolerate someone that came after him standing above him?
"Pointing to Heaven, Drawing the Earth!"
Xia Houjue pointed again, and the ring on his index finger released a blue halo that locked down on the golden throne in the air like it was mapping out new land.
An ancient finger descended from above. This finger had mysterious talisman scripts carved on it, and a strand of Emperor's Might actually spread out.
"Good!"
On the Emperor Grade warship belonging to the White Emperor City, the grandmaster-level Martial Sage leading them could not help but clap and praise the move. He said with a smile, "This finger fully contains the essence of White Emperor's Heavenly Might Finger. It even sent out Emperor's Might. Even if Xiao Chen were standing, he would not be able to block it, what more when seated?"
The other elders on the warship also had rather relaxed expressions. Sitting on the throne for ten seconds was not that simple.
Most people would wait first until they had exhausted the other contenders to a certain extent before sitting down. Openly sitting down in front of six absolute demonic geniuses who were in perfect condition was nothing short of suicide.
The moment that grandmaster-level Martial Sage finished speaking, a small hole tore open above the starry heavens. A strand of divine light entered Xiao Chen's body.
In that instant, everyone could distinctly feel Xiao Chen's aura soaring continuously. It felt like all the creatures in the world needed to bow and worship him.
"Myriad Heaven Divine Fist, Deities Descending!" Tenfold combat prowess, break!
Xiao Chen sat on the throne, not bothering to evade the attack. He simply threw a punch at the descending finger. With his current peak half-Sage cultivation, tenfold his normal combat prowess could even shake the heavens with a startlingly horrifying might.
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