You Call That a Lightning Snake?

"Don't hit a man in the face, you bastard!"

The man in the black robe was terrified. He spat out a string of curses as he scrambled backward.

He stared at Fei Luo, who stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with immense shock.

"Foundation Establishment peak, he is at least at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. A Foundation Establishment peak at such a young age? How is that possible?" The black-robed man's expression shifted wildly. Feeling the stinging pain on his face, he pulled an object from his pocket.

It was a yellow talisman paper, covered in mysterious patterns that looked like chicken scratches.

"Xiao Luo, that is the Demonic Vajra Talisman of the Corpse Raising Valley. Be careful," Uncle Nine warned immediately upon seeing the talisman.

The Demonic Vajra Talisman was equivalent to the Maoshan Sect's Great Vajra Talisman, but the former was far more tyrannical and sinister. It could multiply one's strength several times over, though it carried severe side effects that required secret arts to mend the body's depletion.

"No matter. Just a clown performing for an audience," Fei Luo said with a faint smile, watching the black-robed man with interest.

Hearing Fei Luo's mockery, the man's rage flared even higher. "Kid, you are the only genius of this age I have ever seen, but it is a pity that you are going to die today."

With that, the man chanted an incantation. The talisman in his hand burst into flames and turned to ash.

At that moment, the man's strength and speed increased unnervingly. The veins on his temples bulged, and his arms swelled like knotted dragons.

Whoosh!

"Throat-Ripping Claw."

The man vanished, moving like a ghost, and reappeared at Fei Luo's side. His giant claws, radiating a chilling aura, swept toward Fei Luo's throat.

Fei Luo smiled, tilted his body slightly, and extended a foot.

Bang!

The kick landed squarely on the old practitioner's backside.

!!

The man was startled. Struck by the sudden attack, he stumbled and fell toward the ground.

His black-qi-covered claws gouged a large hole in the earth, and he instantly performed a kip-up to regain his footing.

But before he could stand steady, Fei Luo kicked him in the backside again, as if a father were disciplining his son.

Bang!

This time, the man had nowhere to leverage his strength and face-planted firmly into the wilderness.

This comical scene made even Uncle Nine struggle to hold back a laugh.

Isn't this bullying him a bit too much?

Uncle Nine felt a flicker of sympathy for the black-robed man, who was being played like a monkey by Fei Luo without even realizing it.

"Damn it!!!"

The man stood up, his face covered in fresh dirt, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Fei Luo.

No, this little brat isn't right. Could he be...?

Golden Core Realm?

At the thought of those three words, the man's breath hitched, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Judging by his appearance, Fei Luo had just turned twenty.

In this Age of Dharma Decline, most people at this age were only at the third or fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm; reaching the fifth or sixth layer was already considered genius.

Being at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm at twenty was already shocking enough, but all signs pointed to the fact that this brat wasn't even at the Foundation Establishment level. If his own threefold power boost wasn't enough to match him, there was only one conclusion.

Golden Core Realm. This brat before him was definitely a Golden Core cultivator.

"Feng Shui Master, you are too weak. Tell me, how do you want to die?" Fei Luo looked at the man, feeling a bit bored.

He had wanted to see what kind of unique methods these Corpse Raising Valley evil cultivators possessed. After all, as a transmigrator from a later era, he was curious about the things of this time.

He had seen ghosts and zombies, but this was his first time seeing an evil cultivator.

However, based on the current situation, this evil cultivator was a massive disappointment. Aside from those shady, underhanded tricks, there was nothing remarkable about his combat ability.

"How I want to die?"

"Hehehe~"

The man patted the dust off his face and laughed sinisterly. "I never expected to encounter a genius like you. To kill a genius such as yourself, even paying a price is worth it."

As he spoke, the man pulled out another object.

Uncle Nine was horrified when he saw it. "Blood Demon Pill? Xiao Luo, quick, finish him!"

"Hmm?" Fei Luo, not understanding, stared at the blood-red pill in the man's hand with curiosity.

The transformation that followed confirmed why Uncle Nine was so panicked.

The Blood Demon Pill was refined using the heart blood of young children and secret arts from the Corpse Raising Valley. It could increase the user's cultivation by tenfold!

Tenfold cultivation was roughly equivalent to the peak of the False Core Realm.

But this method was far too wicked. The side effects on the human body were immense: at best, one's blood and vitality would age rapidly, causing a massive loss of lifespan; at worst, one risked dementia or falling into a demonic trance. It was a top-secret technique of the Corpse Raising Valley.

"Master, don't panic. Let your disciple see what kind of supernatural powers this fellow has; otherwise, I might tarnish your reputation while traveling the world in the future." Fei Luo had no intention of stopping the man in black; he simply wanted to see what this so-called evil art was all about.

Regardless, the man in black wouldn't be living much longer anyway.

"This..." Three black lines flashed across Uncle Nine's forehead. He found himself momentarily speechless.

It made sense; Fei Luo was too young and hadn't seen much of the world yet.

Young people were always incredibly curious about new things.

"Kid, this time next year will be the anniversary of your death." The aura around the man in the black robe surged tenfold. His eyes looked bloodshot, his hair stood on end, and black veins of blood covered his cheeks. His lips turned pitch black, looking utterly grotesque.

"Boom!"

The man in the black robe struck out with his palm, unleashing a Yin Thunder Curse that roared toward Fei Luo.

Facing this magical attack, Fei Luo remained completely unfazed, dodging it with a single movement.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"Let's see how long you can dodge! Yin Thunder Curse!"

The man in the black robe formed seals with one hand while continuously unleashing Yin Thunder with the other. The power of his Daoist art was clearly at the False Core Realm.

Every bolt of Yin Thunder that struck the ground blasted a crater a full ten feet wide.

This was another ability of the Golden Core Realm: the power to cast spells at will, provided one had the mana to support it.

The man in the black robe had consumed a Blood Demon Pill and was currently fighting by overdrawing his potential, but he was confident he could finish off Fei Luo before the drug's effects wore off.

A single hit from this Yin Thunder would blast Fei Luo into a charred corpse.

A mortal body could never outrun lightning.

Uncle Nine was also incredibly tense, watching Fei Luo as he continued to dodge and weave.

"Playing with lightning? Had enough? You dare call these electric snakes 'lightning'?" Fei Luo flashed to a spot ten meters away and looked at the man in the black robe with disdain.

"What the hell! Run, run, run!"

The man in the black robe didn't understand what was happening, but the next moment, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he turned to flee.

Uncle Nine's mouth hung open in shock.

Fei Luo formed a seal with one hand, and suddenly, an oppressive force like the majestic might of the heavens swept over the area. A bolt of lightning as thick as a water barrel tore through the layers of clouds from the nine heavens, crashing down toward the man in the black robe.

"Boom!"

The man in the black robe was fast, but the lightning was faster. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed him whole, turning him into a charred husk before he could even let out a scream.