Li Xin continued:
"Those people from the Tang Sect should have gone mad by now."
"They've pinned this debt on Spirit Hall, and on our Great Tang as well."
"Since we're already sworn enemies, there's no need to spare them."
As he spoke, a cold light flashed through Li Xin's eyes.
"The continent is in chaos now."
"Heaven Dou, Star Luo, Spirit Hall, and that so-called Tang Sect—they're all a complete mess."
"I dislike this kind of chaos."
He rose to his feet, walked to the window, and looked down upon all living beings below.
"So I intend to get involved."
"And while I'm at it, completely pacify this entire Douluo Continent."
"Same Script, Same Track."
"This world only needs one voice."
Upon hearing those words,
Jing's eyes suddenly lit up.
She gazed at Li Xin's towering back, her heart pounding fiercely.
This was her Master.
This was the man who could make even Wu Zetian willingly bow her head.
That aura capable of swallowing heaven and earth, that tyranny which regarded the world as a chessboard, fascinated her deeply.
Jing slowly rose and walked behind Li Xin.
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad back.
She felt the warmth and power radiating from that man.
"If Your Majesty heard those words..."
"She would definitely be very happy."
Jing spoke softly.
Wu Zetian's lifelong dream had been to plant Great Tang's banner in every corner of the continent.
And now,
Li Xin was going to help her fulfill that wish.
Li Xin patted the hands around his waist and smiled.
"I don't know whether she'll be happy."
"But I do know that this continent is about to become very lively."
Just as the two shared a tender moment,
Rumble—!!
A sudden change erupted above the sky vault.
The golden Heavenly Curtain, which had seemed scholarly because of Shangguan Wan'er, suddenly underwent a dramatic change.
The golden words had barely faded.
In their place came rolling clouds that filled the sky.
Those clouds were not black, but a dark purple that carried immense oppression.
Within the heavy cloud layers, countless lightning snakes raced wildly.
The muffled thunder was like the roar of ancient beasts, making heaven and earth tremble.
A terrifying pressure filled with destruction and judgment instantly enveloped the entire Douluo Continent.
Every Soul Master watching the Heavenly Curtain changed expression.
This pressure was more violent than any before it!
If Shangguan Wan'er's power had been the rewriting of rules,
then this power was pure, ultimate destruction!
It was the might of heaven!
Crack—!!
A massive pillar of lightning tore through the clouds and struck the Golden List scroll fiercely.
The once tranquil scroll now blazed with roaring lightning fire.
Within the lightning fire, lines of wildly cursive characters appeared, carrying endless dominance.
[Martial Soul Ranking: Sixth Place] [Affiliated power: Great Tang Empire] [Name: Sikong Zhen] [Martial Soul: Thunder Emperor's Axe]
There was no unnecessary nonsense.
The instant that name appeared, the entire Heavenly Curtain seemed to be blasted apart by lightning.
The scene shifted.
It was no longer an Imperial Palace courtyard, nor a desk in a study.
Instead, it was the summit of Star Gazing Tower, the tallest building in Chang'an City.
A burly figure stood there with his hands behind his back, facing the lightning that filled the sky.
The man wore purple battle armor, his white hair flying wildly. His face was as imposing as a deity who governed punishment.
It was Sikong Zhen!
He looked up at the Heavenly Curtain without the slightest fear in his eyes. Instead, they burned with fervor.
"Sixth place?"
"Still too low."
Sikong Zhen's voice was like a great bell, echoing between heaven and earth.
But he did not complain.
He suddenly spread his arms wide, as though he wanted to embrace the lightning that filled the sky.
"Still, since the reward has arrived, I'll gladly accept it!"
As his words fell,
golden light and lightning interwove above the Heavenly Curtain.
[Reward Settlement] [Reward Recipient: Sikong Zhen] [Bestowed: Mountains and Rivers Power · Origin of Thunder] [Skin Form Acquired: Legend · May It Illuminate · mountains and Rivers Settled!]
At that moment,
heaven and earth fell silent.
Above Chang'an City, a burst of light more dazzling than the sun suddenly erupted.
It was not ordinary light.
It was the color of magma, the perfect fusion of the deepest heat within the earth's core and the thunder of heavenly might.
"Shatter the darkness with thunder!!"
A thunderous roar rang through the clouds.
Sikong Zhen moved.
Before the eyes of countless spectators, he directly activated his Martial Soul Avatar.
No.
That had already surpassed the scope of a Martial Soul Avatar.
That was Divine Descent!
The purple battle armor on his body instantly shattered, replaced by a set of Imperial Sovereign Armor flowing with magma and golden color.
His original thunder power underwent a qualitative transformation at that instant.
It changed from blue-purple into golden red lightning fire filled with holiness and majesty!
Behind him, five enormous thunder drums appeared out of thin air, blazing with fierce flames.
Upon every thunder drum was carved a totem of Mountains and Rivers Society.
May It Illuminate · mountains and Rivers Settled!
At this moment, Sikong Zhen was like a Fire Thunder War God who had stepped out of an ancient myth.
He floated above Chang'an City.
Every bolt of lightning winding around him seemed to contain power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Sizzle—sizzle—
Space twisted madly around him, and even visible black fissures appeared.
The Thunder Emperor's Axe in his hand transformed into a flaming scepter of judgment.
This incomparably domineering scene was displayed without blind spots before everyone across the continent through the Heavenly Curtain's live broadcast.
Suffocation.
Whether Titled Douluo or ordinary commoners,
at that moment, all of them felt suffocation rising from the depth of the soul.
Heaven Dou Empire, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
At this moment, the place was deathly still.
As a clan hailed as possessing the "Number One Under Heaven Beast Martial Soul," they had devoted their lives to studying the power of lightning.
They took pride in controlling thunder.
Yet at this moment,
when they saw Sikong Zhen in the Heavenly Curtain, like a thunder god descending into the world,
all their pride was shattered in an instant.
"Th-this... is his lightning?"
The current clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen—if this was the timeline where he had not yet died—slumped in his chair, his eyes vacant.
He looked at the blue-purple draconic lightning in his hand.
That power he had once been so proud of.
Before Sikong Zhen's golden red lightning fire, it was as different as a firefly and the bright moon.
Weak.
Ridiculous.
"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's thunder..."
"Isn't worth a damn before him!!"
A clan Elder cried out in collapse.
His Dao Heart shattered.
This was not merely a difference in strength.
This was a Dimensional Strike at the level of existence.
What Sikong Zhen displayed was tribulation lightning representing the Heavenly Dao's punishment! Divine thunder capable of stabilizing mountains and rivers and remolding heaven and earth!
And their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?
At best, they were merely a pack of lizards that could discharge electricity!
Inside Taibai Restaurant.
Jing looked at that incomparably domineering figure in the Heavenly Curtain, surprise flashing through her eyes as well.
"Lord Sikong actually gained such power..."
"This aura is probably already infinitely close to God Level, isn't it?"
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