Immortal Sword Electrocuted, It's Only Reasonable for Enemies to Be Struck Dead by Lightning

At the edge of the arena, the crowd whispered angrily, their curses interspersed with furtive glances at An Zhisu.

Seeing that her face, uncharacteristically, lacked its usual smile and instead held a hint of worry, they began to panic.

This Grass Cutting Sword Immortal usually smiled, and when she smiled, she would kill people.

Now, not only was she not smiling, but she also wore a slight expression of sorrow. Could it be that she planned to slaughter all of Shushan after this?

This uneasy atmosphere spread invisibly among the spectators at the edge of the arena, quickly drowning out the curses.

The elder overseeing this match had already arrived, hovering high in the sky on his sword, looking relaxed and at ease.

He also held a personal grudge against Su Jian. Hearing the people below hurling all sorts of filthy curses at Su Jian and his disciples, he deliberately delayed the start of the match, closing his eyes and reveling in their words.

He imagined Su Jian's furious expression upon hearing these slanders, which made him feel even more exhilarated.

Suddenly, the curses died down. He opened his eyes with some displeasure, seeing everyone cautiously glancing at An Zhisu's expression. He sighed, thinking that Shushan was truly in decline, with both the older and younger generations being suppressed by Green Snail Peak.

At the same time, he secretly decided that during this match, he would deliberately not call for a halt, allowing the disciple named Ling to be beaten half to death, lest Shushan gain another star of death in the future.

Of course, it would be even better if Lou Zhizheng of Purple Cloud Peak slipped up and struck Ling Yunpo dead in one blow.

With this thought, he raised his hand and let out a whistle, announcing the start of the match.

The whistle sounded.

Lou Zhizheng immediately raised his hand, and several streams of light shot from his fingertips.

Ling Yunpo's eyes sharpened, and he immediately recognized the technique.

Talisman Bombardment!

Lou Zhizheng's opening move was the Talisman Bombardment, commonly used by cultivators from Yuqing Temple!

The first purple light charged towards him, a Lightning Talisman!

He formed a sword gesture with his right hand and thrust forward, and the Qingping Sword cleaved the low-flying lightning. Immediately, another red light flashed before his eyes.

Flame Charge Talisman!

Ling Yunpo's mind raced. The Qingping Sword slashed forward again at the red light, while his feet retreated calmly, narrowly avoiding the range of the fiery explosion.

The third Ice Rain Talisman exploded above his head, transforming into countless ice cones that rained down.

Ling Yunpo waved his sleeve, summoning the Thunderstrike Sword. Its brilliant sword light spun rapidly above, blocking and shattering all the ice cones.

Is this how Talisman Bombardment is supposed to be used? he thought with a cold sneer.

The essence of Talisman Bombardment was to leverage the advantages of talismans—their speed, unlimited uses, and lack of need for True Qi—by unleashing countless talismans at once, leaving the opponent with no way to evade!

Using them one by one, as Lou Zhizheng was doing, as if being frugal, completely wasted the technique's power!

He mentally mocked the opponent as Luo Yan, then shifted back to Ling Yunpo, retreating gracefully once more. As he slashed through the red light with his sword, he dodged the fiery explosion of the Flame Charge Talisman.

"If your abilities end here, then stop making futile attempts," Ling Yunpo said coldly. "Attacks like these are full of flaws and are a waste of my time."

"Naturally, it's not just this," Lou Zhizheng chuckled sinisterly.

Ling Yunpo suddenly felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to react, his body suddenly sank. The stone ground beneath his feet had turned into quicksand, and he was sinking!

Seeing him struggle in vain, sinking deeper and deeper, Lou Zhizheng laughed arrogantly:

"Earlier, I deliberately shot the Ice Rain Talisman into the sky to distract you, all so I could set up the Quicksand Net behind you."

"Junior Brother Ling, how do you like the taste of this trap?"

Ling Yunpo ignored him, allowing himself to sink while his mind raced.

Other cultivators might have simply conceded defeat.

But Luo Yan, having attended so many lectures at the Heavenly Crafts Workshop, knew that the Quicksand Net, a small formation, was not unsolvable.

With similar cultivation levels, a large amount of Water Element True Qi could be used to disrupt its operation!

On the Shushan arena, Lou Zhizheng watched Ling Yunpo sink into the quicksand with a mocking, pitying gaze.

The crowd at the sidelines had varied expressions. Some were amazed at Lou Zhizheng's extravagant use of resources, while others lamented Ling Yunpo's weakness, defeated before his opponent even drew his sword.

An Zhisu stood calmly at the edge of the arena, her expression still unperturbed.

But no one saw her hands clasped tightly within her sleeves, her knuckles turning white.

"Misty and ethereal, like a mirage." Outside the arena, Ling Yunpo's lips moved slightly as he silently recited an incantation.

The first layer of the Qingping Sword's restriction, "Green Mist Shrouding the Blue Peaks," activated. Instantly, boundless mist surged from nowhere, engulfing the entire arena in a flash.

Everyone was plunged into a thick fog, unable to see their hands in front of their faces, and could only cry out loudly.

High in the sky, the overseeing elder gazed down, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

"A Water Element restriction? That brat's Immortal Sword has some background..."

Inside the arena, Lou Zhizheng's smile froze, and he stared in disbelief.

This dense mist must have been conjured by Ling Yunpo. Now, he couldn't see anything a few steps away and had no idea what he was doing...

No! Could he have another trick up his sleeve?

With this thought, he immediately raised his hand again and unleashed the remaining three Flame Charge Talismans, aiming precisely at the center of the quicksand in his memory.

The waves of fire exploded, but it was as if flames had been doused with cold water, vanishing with a poof.

It turned out that within this dense fog, all non-Water Element spells were affected by a restriction, their power halved.

Furthermore, the six senses were also suppressed, severely limiting vision, hearing, and divine sense.

Lou Zhizheng was completely unaware. Only when he couldn't hear the explosion did he turn pale with shock, wondering if he had bought defective goods with those three talismans.

Sensing the talismans had failed, he quickly patted the Flying Sword beside him, activating its derived Daoist Magic, the Golden Light Shield.

This Golden Light Shield was a purely defensive spell, perfectly suiting his cowardly nature.

With this spell guaranteeing his safety, and his opponent only being at the Qi Refining Stage, he figured his defenses would surely be unbreakable.

He cowered within the Golden Light Shield, his mind calculating his next move.

Once the opponent failed to break through his defenses repeatedly, this dense fog would naturally dissipate, and he could escape and repay his previous grievances one by one.

Little did he know, Ling Yunpo had used the fog as cover to quietly circle behind him. He placed his palm against the Golden Light Shield and silently chanted again:

"Lightning flash and fire patterns, Jade Pivot Divine Thunder, Break!"

Lightning surged from his palm, its light azure, its color crimson, silent and swift, it struck the Golden Light Shield.

Even within this dense fog, where all non-Water Element Daoist Magic had its power halved, it directly and cleanly pierced through the shield and Lou Zhizheng within!

The dense fog gradually dispersed. Lou Zhizheng's body had fallen to the ground, a bloody hole in his back.

The Thunderstrike Sword lay in the pool of blood beside him, electric sparks dancing on its surface, menacing and ferocious.

"It, it's actually..." Lou Zhizheng's lips parted slightly.

Before he could utter the words "Lightning Magic," the dizziness from blood loss rapidly overwhelmed him. His body suddenly convulsed a few times before he quickly lost consciousness.

Ling Yunpo stood silently, feigning a gentle wave of his hand. The Thunderstrike Sword flew from beside Lou Zhizheng's corpse back to his side.

The sword's surface remained pristine, not a single drop of blood staining it.