Divine Temple Key

Whoosh—

The dazzling five-colored lightning slowly receded. The Thunder Tribulation Armor dissolved into specks of firefly-like light and vanished into the air. Holding the Sea God Halberd, Lu Changsheng slowly descended from midair, the hem of his green robe lightly sweeping across the jagged rubble strewn over the ground.

Though the armor had been withdrawn, the lingering might of the fierce battle still coiled around him. The halberd tip hung at an angle, streams of azure blue waterlight flowing along its shaft. From time to time, several arcs of five-colored lightning leaped across the pole, releasing faint crackling sounds. He stood there casually, yet he carried an aura capable of shattering the nine heavens and suppressing mountains and rivers, like a war god who had just emerged from a prison of lightning, too imposing for anyone to meet his gaze.

He lowered his eyes and looked coldly down at the mud-like figure beneath his feet.

Gu Lin lay sprawled amid the rubble, without a single intact patch left on his body. His once-luxurious purple-gold robe had been torn into strips of rags, hanging from him in tatters. The exposed skin was covered in charred lightning scars, crisscrossing like brands from red-hot irons. His right arm twisted at a grotesque angle, its bones clearly broken, while part of his chest had caved in. Every breath came with a wheezing, bellows-like sound, and blood foam continually spilled from the corners of his mouth.

He struggled, using his still relatively intact left hand to brace himself against the ground as he tried to rise. His arm shook like a dead leaf in an autumn wind. He managed to lift himself halfway, then crashed heavily back down, his chin smashing against the stones and splitting open.

He raised his head. That once-arrogant face was