A Demon Lord Gravely Wounded!

Buzz!

The Six-Colored Thunder Lotus floated silently in Lu Changsheng's palm, no larger than a hand, its six petals slowly revolving. Black, white, gold, purple, blue, and red—each color was so dense it seemed tangible. Fine arcs of lightning flowed along the petal edges, slicing hair-thin Black Cracks through the void wherever they passed and emitting faint hisses.

Though Lu Changsheng's face was somewhat pale and fine beads of sweat covered his brow, his posture remained straight, and the hand holding the lotus was steady as a rock. The previous two times he had used this move, blood had poured from his seven orifices, his meridians had shattered, and he had nearly lost his life.

Now that he had broken through to the Fifth-Rank Martial Venerable realm, and his divine soul had undergone the cleansing of insights from the Minggu Sea Emperor's spirit array, his control over these six types of lightning had reached perfect harmony. More than half the spiritual power within him had been consumed, and waves of hollow exhaustion coursed through his meridians, but he was still far from being at the end of his rope.

"What is that thing?!"

The instant Night Emperor Demon Lord saw the Six-Colored Thunder Lotus form, he instinctively shot backward. For the first time, deep fear surfaced in his blood-red eyes.

The fluctuations emanating from that lightning-condensed lotus made even him, a Half-Step True Lord, feel his scalp go numb, as though his very soul were trembling. He had lived for ten thousand years, yet had never sensed such pure deathly intent from a martial skill unleashed by a Fifth-Rank Martial Venerable!

Without hesitation, Night Emperor Demon Lord turned to flee the lotus's range.

"Want to leave? Too late."

Lu Changsheng's voice was calm as he flicked his wrist. The Six-Colored