Fang Yu: Radiant Heavenly Thunder, Drawn by Thought...

"Senior Brother Fang, isn't it too late to regret it now?"

At that moment, "Senior Brother Lu," wielding the top-grade magical artifact Azure Flood Dragon Banner, had his confidence greatly boosted as he laughed.

But when he saw Fang Yu's half-smiling expression, his heart sank, and unease rose within him.

At this moment, the others also noticed that Fang Yu showed little sign of nervousness. They stopped their discussions one after another and watched him, waiting to see how he would respond.

Nie Ying in particular had already placed her jade hand on the storage pouch at her waist. If Fang Yu could not withstand the attack of "Senior Brother Lu's" top-grade Azure Flood Dragon Banner, she would immediately intervene.

Fang Yu's heart demon oath only stated that he himself would not use a top-grade magical artifact to block "Senior Brother Lu's" attack. It did not say that she could not.

Though it was somewhat improper, Fang Yu's safety was more important. Otherwise, she and the Murong brothers would likely be unable to escape Lei Wanhe's punishment.

The Murong brothers' little faces had turned white with fright, yet they covered their mouths and did not dare utter a word, lest they disrupt Fang Yu's spellcasting. At the same time, they were guessing what spell Fang Yu would use to deal with this.

Among beginner lightning-element spells, there were no defensive arts. They were primarily attack spells.

At the same time, seeing Fang Yu remain completely still, "Senior Brother Lu" forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart. Then, with a shake of both hands, he let the spiritual power in his body surge into the flagpole like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam, scrambling to be first.

With such immense spiritual power supporting it, the blue light on the Azure Flood Dragon Banner grew even more dazzling, as though a blue sun had risen in the darkness of night, too brilliant for anyone to look at directly.

As for "Senior Brother Lu," his face had gone pale, but his expression was full of viciousness.

Clearly, he understood that the longer the night, the more dreams it brought; delay bred change.

After roughly five or six minutes, "Senior Brother Lu" let out a low roar. With a forceful motion of both hands, he flung the Azure Flood Dragon Banner into the air with a whoosh. Then his fingers rapidly formed seals. He pointed at the banner and shouted.

"Transform into a flood dragon!"

The Azure Flood Dragon Banner shone in all directions, its blue light overflowing. In an instant, it transformed into a gigantic blue flood dragon over thirty meters long, lifelike, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, identical to the one embroidered upon the banner.

Only then did a smile appear on Fang Yu's face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, formed hand seals, then stood towering beneath the heavens as obscure, difficult incantations spilled from his mouth.

"Radiant Heavenly Thunder, drawn by thought..."

The instant his words fell, the originally clear blue sky darkened. Dark clouds suddenly rolled across the horizon without end, thunder rumbled, and lightning continuously flickered along the edges of the black clouds, galloping between heaven and earth. A murderous chill filled the air as a wild gale rose.

"This... this is a beginner high-grade lightning-element spell, Heavenly Radiance Divine Thunder! This is a beginner high-grade spell that even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators find difficult to cultivate!"

With the heavens changing so drastically, everyone was naturally horrified. Some could not help crying out in shock, for the scene before them was simply too astounding.

An Energy Refinement Realm cultivator could actually cast a beginner high-grade spell. Across all seven sects of the Yue Kingdom, there was likely no second example.

What they did not know was that this was Fang Yu's improved beginner mid-grade spell: the Chain Heavenly Thunder Technique. And they should not forget who his elder sister was!

Electric Mother Heavenly Lord Fang Qingxue cultivated one of the Eclosion Sect's Eight Great Divine Abilities: the Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blade!

Back when he was in the Fang Family, Fang Yu had specifically sought her guidance regarding this divine ability, and Fang Qingxue had briefly explained a few things.

Yet even so, Fang Yu, who cultivated lightning-element spells, had benefited immensely. Whenever he recalled her words, it felt like enlightenment pouring over his head, and his comprehension of lightning-element spells naturally deepened greatly.

Of course, this was not the beginner high-grade lightning-element spell, Heavenly Radiance Divine Thunder.

It was the beginner mid-grade Chain Heavenly Thunder Technique, merely improved by Fang Yu, thus producing an effect no weaker than Heavenly Radiance Divine Thunder.

As for its power...

Hehe!

Naturally, "Senior Brother Lu" would experience it for himself.

When "Senior Brother Lu" saw this, his pale face turned utterly aghast. He did not dare delay any longer.

With a sweep of his finger, the Azure Flood Dragon immediately opened its enormous jaws and roared viciously toward Fang Yu opposite him.

"Senior Brother, be careful!"

"Watch out!"

Seeing this, the Murong brothers and Nie Ying's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately called out warnings.

"Boom!"

A heaven-shaking explosion cut off the three of them. Then, a lightning arc as thick as a water barrel and more than three meters long, threaded with faint purple lightning, burst from the dark clouds overhead like a flood dragon emerging from the sea and charged straight at the Azure Flood Dragon below.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash as though heaven and earth were splitting apart, the lightning flood dragon flashing with pale purple radiance blasted the Azure Flood Dragon below into powder before it could even draw near.

At this sight, "Senior Brother Lu's" face turned deathly white, devoid of the slightest trace of blood. Yet he did not admit defeat. Instead, he tried to continue controlling the Azure Flood Dragon Banner to attack Fang Yu, fighting for his final chance of victory.

But how could the prepared Fang Yu allow him to have his way?

Dragon Soars!

Tiger Leaps!

The moment the Dragon-Form Flying Tiger Step was unleashed, Fang Yu appeared before "Senior Brother Lu" in almost the blink of an eye. Before the latter could take out a talisman or cast a defensive spell—

Fang Yu's fist, as large as a casserole, carrying what seemed like the force of a thousand catties, crashed into his chest.

"Crack!"

"Crackle!"

In an instant, the Yellow Maple Valley disciples watching nearby heard the distinct sounds of bones snapping and bursting.

After suffering such a heavy blow, "Senior Brother Lu" spewed a pool of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His entire body flew sideways like a cannonball fired from its barrel, like a kite with its string cut.

A moment later—

With a "bang," he slammed heavily into the ground, smashing out a sizable crater. His breath was faint, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead!

At this sight, every one of them sucked in a breath of cold air, making an outstanding contribution to Yellow Maple Valley's greenhouse effect.

After recovering their wits, the way they looked at Fang Yu no longer held reverence. There was only terror and horror, as though he were not a cultivator at all, but some legendary demon with boundless strength.

Fang Yu merely glanced at his handiwork, gave a soft laugh, and casually shook his hand.

If he had not been forbidden from killing people in public, he would not have minded eliminating the scum before him.

He did not wish to be a good man, because good men died quickly. But neither did he wish to be scum, so he would not let scum have it easy.

Even with Yellow Maple Valley's healing spiritual medicines, it would take at least a year and a half to recover from that blow. And that was assuming he could live for a year and a half.

The hidden move Fang Yu had left behind was enough to take that scum's life.

"You two, have you vented your anger now?"

Suddenly, Fang Yu turned around and looked at the Murong brothers, whose little faces were filled with worry and reverence. With a gentle, amiable smile, he asked.

"It's gone, it's gone! Senior Brother, let's hurry up and leave!"

At this, the Murong brothers jumped in fright. They repeatedly nodded, their little faces miserable as they urged him on.

Their chubby little bodies were trembling at that moment, their legs weak!

"I'm afraid it's a little too late to leave."

Seeing this, Fang Yu raised his eyes toward the distant streaks of escaping light racing over from the horizon, his smile unchanged.

The figure within one of those streaks of light was someone he knew well: Zhong Ling, the Yellow Maple Valley sect master.

Of course, Zhong Ling was not alone. There were also other Yellow Maple Valley stewards.