Thunder Emperor's Defeat, Martial Competition Concludes

The Thunder Emperor, the youngest of the Ten Fiends and a powerhouse among the younger generation, was now suppressed like a trapped beast.

In his eyes, a flicker of panic, crystalline as morning dew, flashed for an instant before being deeply etched into his pupils—it was the helplessness of facing his own fate and the terror of an unknown predicament.

He felt as if he were being swallowed by an endless darkness, that power coiling around him like a phantom, relentlessly eroding his body.

Every inch of his skin trembled; the pain sank deep into his marrow as if to tear him apart, and his heartbeat was as rapid as a drum, every thud speaking of his struggle and unwillingness to yield.

Outside, the Dharma Body of Su Li was vast and solemn.

Golden light blazed, illuminating the entire world like a scorching sun; every corner was filled with dazzling radiance, and within that brilliance seemed to reside endless power and wisdom, leaving one unable to help but marvel in awe.

Yet, to the Thunder Emperor, this golden light was so unreachable—a formidable power he could not possess.

His vision began to blur, as if shrouded in a thin mist; the brilliant light grew so distant, and his world began to lose its color, everything turning gray and lusterless.

The Thunder Emperor felt as if his soul were being extracted from his body, his once-mighty aura gradually dissipating.

The Thunder Pool hovering above the Thunder Emperor's head was like a mysterious pagoda, radiating a majestic force of lightning.

That lightning power cascaded downward, forming strands of lightning-law as fine as hair, resembling a silver waterfall, suffused with endless majesty and power.

They acted like an impenetrable barrier, protecting his Primordial Spirit from the encroachment of external forces.

The majestic lightning surged within the Thunder Pool, forming massive arcs that spun like a silver whirlwind, rotating to resist the encroachment of that power.

Although the Thunder Emperor's Primordial Spirit appeared resilient and unyielding under the protection of the Thunder Pool, the power of that phenomenon was simply too overwhelming.

The lightning in the Thunder Pool churned like a violent beast struggling, attempting to break free from its shackles.

However, that power was far too great; an invisible hand gripped the Thunder Pool tightly, causing it to gradually collapse.

The Thunder Emperor's body began to shake violently, each tremor accompanied by a loss of power, his gaze turning hollow as if he had lost the guidance of his soul.

That once-invincible power was being stripped from him bit by bit, leaving him feeling incomparably powerless and desperate.

His consciousness began to drift, as if sinking into an endless abyss of darkness.

The Thunder Emperor felt himself being swallowed by the infinite dark, the fear and helplessness leaving him unable to extricate himself; he tried to struggle, tried to cry out, but all his efforts became so futile.

The Thunder Pool, that mysterious veil hovering above the Thunder Emperor's head, suddenly shattered.

The majestic lightning power, like silver waterfalls, instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Following the collapse of the Thunder Pool, a massive shockwave struck the Thunder Emperor.

This force was like a mountain torrent, violent and fierce, impossible to withstand; the Thunder Emperor only had time to let out a cry before being ruthlessly blasted away.

His body, like a runaway meteor, streaked across the horizon and plummeted straight toward the ground.

His heart hammered violently, each beat accompanied by tearing pain, and his lungs gasped rapidly, inhaling only the bitter taste of defeat.

He felt his body being torn asunder, the pain nearly unbearable; his vision was a blur, with only that endless darkness continuing to devour his consciousness.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, the crimson liquid like a burning flame, scorching his throat.

His body drifted down like a fallen leaf, touching the ground gently; the sensation reminded him of his past glory and splendor, yet now, only endless pain and despair remained.

In this moment, due to the destruction of the Thunder Pool, the Thunder Emperor felt an unprecedented, grievous injury.

His body felt as if it had been ruthlessly torn apart by an invisible force, the pain making it nearly impossible to breathe; his consciousness began to fade, and the world before him turned into chaos.

Just as the Thunder Emperor was about to succumb, that powerful force suddenly vanished without a trace.

His body felt abruptly light, as if released from the shackles of gravity; the sensation was like struggling out of an abyss, allowing him to regain much of his clarity in an instant.

The Thunder Emperor struggled to look up at the boundless Dharma Body in the sky and could not help but sigh, "I am defeated." Despite his unwillingness, he clearly realized that he had been thoroughly beaten in this battle.

That Dharma Body stood as towering as a mountain, boundless and vast, emitting a brilliant golden light—a sacred and majestic radiance that seemed to come from another world.

The golden light reflected upon the Thunder Emperor's face, making him feel an incomparable pressure; it was the aura belonging to an invincible being.

"Ancestor Wang's strength—the Thunder Emperor is impressed." The Thunder Emperor rose shakily and bowed deeply toward the Dharma Body to express his respect.

In this battle, the strength Su Li displayed had truly shocked the Thunder Emperor.

Although both were Extreme Dao Supremes, the gap in their strength was like a chasm.

The Thunder Emperor's unruliness was thoroughly broken at this moment; he knew well the distance between himself and Su Li, and understood his own shortcomings all the more clearly.

Su Li dispersed his Dharma Body and drifted gently before the Thunder Emperor, his eyes carrying a gentle warmth, like an elder concerned for the growth of a junior.

"The path of the Great Dao is long; do not abandon the road ahead because of a momentary predicament," Su Li said softly, his tone filled with encouragement and expectations for the Thunder Emperor's future.

His voice seemed to possess a magical quality, causing a warm current to surge in the Thunder Emperor's heart, dispelling the gloom of his defeat.

After speaking, Su Li took a Nine-Pattern Dao Pill from his pocket and handed it to the Thunder Emperor.

The Dao Pill emitted a rich medicinal fragrance, so alluring it seemed to possess miraculous power; the Thunder Emperor felt a warm current rise from his dantian, flowing along his meridians and instantly restoring a portion of his injuries.

The Thunder Emperor could not help but feel incomparably astonished; the value of this Nine-Pattern Dao Pill far exceeded his imagination.

"Do not fail these expectations; keep your eyes on the future, and only then can you be called a king or an emperor," Su Li said with a smile, his eyes shining with a brilliance that seemed to pierce through time and space to see the distant future.

His gaze was filled with expectations and encouragement for the Thunder Emperor, hoping he would have a bright future.

"Many thanks, Ancestor Wang."

The Thunder Emperor was filled with gratitude; he bowed deeply once more to express his respect for Su Li.

He knew that although he had lost this battle, he had gained much; Su Li's teachings and encouragement would become a beacon on his path forward, guiding him to keep moving ahead.

Su Li smiled slightly, said nothing more, and turned to walk out of the Prodigy Arena.