Epilogue: Emperor's Path Contest (Part 2)

"Insolence!!!"

Outside the towering fortress, the bald brute among the arrogant man's group saw his mount submit to Lu Zhun and immediately flew into a rage. His eyes turned cold as he lunged forward, divine light flashing across his body. His hand curled into a claw as he struck toward Lu Zhun's head.

That claw strike whipped up a howling gale, gleaming with a sharp, icy light as it targeted Lu Zhun's head, intending to tear it clean off in one grasp.

Lu Zhun watched coldly as the man rapidly approached. A streak of black light bloomed in his palm, and a pitch-black Coiling Dragon Staff wrapped by twin coiling dragons shone with divine radiance. Holding the long staff, he swung it sideways before thrusting it out without emotion.

The strike was simply too fast. No one had time to react before a bolt of black lightning tore through the starry sky. Blood rained down, and then the burly figure blocking Lu Zhun's path was drowned beneath a shower of light.

As the light gradually faded, the figure before Lu Zhun had already vanished. Only wisps of ash drifted through the starry sky.

Silence. The entire area fell deathly quiet. The bald brute who had attacked did not even have time to let out a scream before being reduced to ashes. Lu Zhun, meanwhile, stood like an indifferent war god. His dark-gold Coiling Dragon Staff scraped across the ground, scattering sparks as he calmly watched the arrogant mounted group.

Ling Zhao, the wolf maiden of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, fixed her beautiful eyes on Lu Zhun and murmured softly, "The Heaven-Reaching Ape Clan... that divine weapon... impossible. Could a successor possessing such a divine weapon truly have no protector? Is the Heaven-Reaching Ape Clan really that confident?"

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