Yellow Springs Pavilion Elder

When the caravan arrived at the Han Clan mansion, they saw many carriages parked at the gate, all of which had the same red badge.

Upon seeing this, the Han Yue sisters' expressions changed drastically. "The Hong Clan attacked us, and they even dare to come to the Han Clan?!"

After instructing the people to unload the goods, Han Yue and her sister hurried towards their home.

After a slight hesitation, Xiao Yan followed.

Upon entering the manor, Han Yue encountered several maids and servants, and after asking them some questions, she quickly learned what had happened at home.

It turned out that the Hong Clan had broken into the Han Clan, and the two sides were arguing in the council hall.

After learning the location, the group quickly arrived at an extremely grand living room.

The atmosphere in the council hall was extremely tense. The Hong Clan members looked at the Han Clan members with arrogance and sneers. An outsider would probably think that this was the Hong Clan's own home.

"Hong Chen, don't think that just because you're a disciple of the Wind Lightning Pavilion, you can act with impunity!" The Han Clan patriarch said sternly, his voice carrying an air of authority despite the fact that someone had forcibly broken into his home.

Hong Chen, the head of the Hong Clan, smiled nonchalantly, "Uncle Han should give an answer to the conditions our Hong Clan proposed some time ago."

"My Han Clan has no precedent of two women sharing one husband, and I will not allow such a thing to happen. The Han Clan will absolutely not agree to the Hong Clan's request," the Han Clan head said resolutely.

Upon hearing this, Hong Chen's face immediately darkened. "Since that's the case, then don't blame the Hong Clan for disregarding the years of shared city life."

At this moment, an old man in a yellow robe suddenly stood up. "Just a lowly disciple of the Wind Lightning Pavilion, does he really think he's someone important!"

As he spoke, the old man unleashed a powerful aura that instantly enveloped Hong Chen and the rest of the Hong Clan.

"Who is it?" Hong Chen asked with a solemn expression, looking at the gaunt, skeletal old man with surprise. It seemed that the Han Clan did not have such a powerful figure.

"Elder Suo of the Yellow Springs Pavilion," the old man said calmly.

Yellow Springs Pavilion!

The old man's words were like a bombshell dropped into the hall, causing even Hong Chen, who had been arrogant from the beginning, to raise an eyebrow.

Hong Chen's eyes grew increasingly gloomy. He hadn't expected that the Han Clan would have a connection with the Yellow Springs Pavilion. In that case, the Han Clan had the confidence to challenge the Hong Clan.

The Wind Lightning Pavilion, the Yellow Springs Pavilion, the Myriad Sword Pavilion, and the Starfall Pavilion are collectively known as the Four Pavilions. Although the four pavilions differ in strength, none of them are absolutely dominant.

"This is a matter between the Hong Clan and the Han Clan. It seems against the rules for the Yellow Springs Pavilion to interfere." Hong Chen narrowed his eyes. "If the Yellow Springs Pavilion insists on interfering, the Wind Lightning Pavilion will not let it go!"

Just as Elder Suo was about to lose his temper, Hong Chen suddenly smiled and said, "Considering that the Han Clan and the Hong Clan once had some connections, I can give the Han Clan another option."

"As long as one of the Han Clan's generation can defeat me, the Hong Clan will not bother you for ten years. Of course, if they fail, the Han Yue sisters will be mine!"

The Han Clan patriarch frowned slightly. Hong Chen's cultivation talent was truly formidable; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to join the Wind Lightning Pavilion.

Although the Han Clan has some geniuses among their peers, they are far inferior to them.

Although Hong Chen was negotiating with the Han Clan, his eyes were fixed on Elder Suo of the Yellow Springs Pavilion. He was not simply making a deal with the Han Clan.

This time, they hadn't anticipated Elder Suo of the Yellow Springs Pavilion's actions, which caught him off guard. He could only back down slightly and give the Han Clan a chance.

Regardless of whether the Han Clan agrees to this, the Hong Clan can regain the upper hand.

The Han Clan has outside help, and the Hong Clan is no exception.

"Rules are not something a junior like you can set." Elder Suo had no time to care about Hong Chen's thoughts; his powerful Dou Qi surged, and he immediately prepared to take action.

"You old codger, you're even more arrogant than me! Well then, let's see what you're made of!"

Hong Chen's eyes turned cold, and a dazzling silver light suddenly burst forth. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared in front of Elder Suo like lightning!

The fist, crackling with lightning and accompanied by hissing sounds of wind and thunder, slammed fiercely towards the latter's head.

The oncoming, violent lightning force made Elder Suo slightly raise his eyelids; the movement techniques Dou Technique of the Wind Lightning Pavilion were indeed unique.

Although Hong Chen's strength was only at the Dou Emperor level, his speed was so great that even Dou Zong, a powerful expert, had to take notice.

"A mere trick." Elder Suo casually took a step, and the fist, crackling with lightning, flew out at an angle, just past his ear.

Hong Chen was not surprised that Elder Suo had dodged the attack. If the elders of the Yellow Springs Pavilion could be hit so easily, then the Wind Lightning Pavilion, which shared the same name, would not deserve to have a certain reputation in the Central Plains.

The fist, crackling with lightning, suddenly opened wide, its five fingers bending into a bizarre claw shape, and viciously tore at Elder Suo's withered shoulder.

The claw had just been swung down when it suddenly froze. Elder Suo used two fingers, wrapped in dense Dou Qi, like daggers, to pierce straight into the claw's center, completely resisting the force of the attack.

The clash of their energies produced Jin Shi clang, and sparks exploded into a shower of light as their Dou Qi collided!

Hong Chen's knuckles bulged with veins, and he grinned as he transformed his claws into countless silver snakes, the sound of wind and thunder condensing into tangible sound waves within a radius of ten feet.

Elder Suo took half a step forward, his shoes leaving dark red marks on the ground as the stone was scorched and melted by his Dou Qi.

"Break!"

Thunder rumbled from Hong Chen's throat, and the lightning that was wrapped around his five fingers suddenly collapsed into pitch-black cracks, the air compressed into liquid silver paste that clung to his claws.

This Wind Lightning Claw attack has exceeded the scope of its level and grade; it's more like forcibly dragging down thunder from the heavens to the mortal realm.

The roof tiles of the entire council hall simultaneously rolled up, and thousands of glazed tiles suspended in the air, forming a ring-shaped storm!

Elder Suo's originally dark Dou Qi covering his fingers suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip. When the lightning claws struck three inches in front of his eyebrows, his two fingers created seven afterimages like butterflies flitting among flowers. Each afterimage left burning ancient runes in the void.

The instant the lightning collided with the pitch-black Dou Qi, the floor tiles of the council hall turned into boiling lava, and the reflections of the two people were twisted into eerie giant silhouettes in the blazing white light.

"Clang--!"

Amidst a deafening roar that exceeded the limits of human hearing, Hong Chen's lightning claws crumbled inch by inch, and the flying lightning fragments condensed in mid-air into the shape of a struggling dragon.

Just then, Elder Suo was surrounded by dark energy. The immense power even caused the space to tremble slightly. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he clenched his fist, causing the dark energy to condense like lightning!

Dark energy rapidly condensed, and a strong stench of corpses emanated from Elder Suo's right arm, which then turned completely black!

A circular pit, several feet deep, appeared beneath their feet, its edges shimmering with a strange luster from the vitrified soil.

The attack continued to expand, weaving a web of lightning within a few meters of space, with each collision condensing into a plasma ball the size of a bowl in mid-air.

Hong Chen's right sleeve suddenly exploded into dust, revealing a dark blue pattern resembling a circuit diagram on his exposed skin. The Dou Qi surging from his pores coalesced behind him into Three-Eyed Thunder Roc phantom.

As the phantom solidified, all the suspended plasma spheres collapsed simultaneously, condensing into a black hole the size of a fingernail at his fingertip.

The blue bricks beneath Elder Suo's feet were cracked in a radial pattern, with jet-black energy surging from the cracks.

The terrifying pressure materialized into seven rings of air waves, causing the wooden chairs in the council hall to shatter one after another. His spine heaved like a dragon, and his fists created spiraling vacuum bands as they scraped through the air—shock clouds formed by breaking the sound barrier.

"Crackling!"

When the lightning claw, imbued with the power of a black hole, touched the fist, time seemed to stretch out like amber. First, a ring of silver shockwave swept across the entire area, followed by twelve layers of sonic boom rings. At the same time, the locust trees within thirty feet of the council hall snapped in half, and charred blue smoke rose from the broken ends.

The phantom of Lei Peng behind Hong Chen let out a piercing wail, and its feathers, as sharp as iron hooks and silver lines, peeled off piece by piece.

The pitch-black Dou Qi emanating from Elder Suo's fists condensed into a mysterious totem, which upon closer inspection turned out to be a giant black dragon with its head and tail intertwined. At the point where the two forces converged, a chaotic sphere with a diameter of three zhang was born, and the strange phenomena of miniature thunderstorms and volcanic eruptions constantly flashed inside.

The Han Clan and Hong Clan families instinctively cried out in alarm, their cries distorted into a strange buzzing sound under the pressure of the energy.

The protective shield erected by several powerful Dou Wang and Dou Huang expert flickered, and glass-like cracks proliferated wildly on the light screen.

When the energy sphere exploded, the entire foundation sank three feet, and the flying debris was crushed into scarlet crystalline dust by the aftershocks.

The moment the chaotic energy sphere exploded, the air within a radius of a hundred feet was suddenly drawn into a vacuum.

The moment the eardrums of the others caved in, infrasound waves exceeding the limits of human hearing swept across the entire venue, and hundreds of people simultaneously bled crimson from their nostrils.

The entire foundation collapsed in a spiral shape, and the blue-purple arcs of electricity gushing from the cracks condensed in the air to form an inverted forest of lightning.

Deep within the furrows plowed by Hong Chen's backward thrust, molten crystals were solidifying into hexagonal prism structures. His back shattered seven energy barriers, eventually embedding itself in the stone wall of the grandstand, forming a human-shaped groove. The lightning snakes dancing between the cracks stained the white marble a charred black.

On the other hand, Elder Suo's position remained unchanged.

"Laugh--"

Elder Suo's lightning energy twisted into a struggling dragon shape in mid-air, and exploded into Thunder Pool with a diameter of three zhang when it landed.

When Hong Chen broke free from the stone wall, his bones cracked like a hundred drums beating in unison. What spewed from his pores was no longer ordinary lightning, but some kind of silver-mercury substance that was somewhere between liquid and gas.

These mercury-like lightning bolts etched ancient runes onto his skin, and the completion of each rune triggered a change in the heavens and earth—the clouds suddenly dropped to a height of a hundred feet, and three golden pupils made of lightning opened in the dark thunderclouds.

"Click!"

When Hong Chen tore open his shirt to reveal the beating thunder core in the location of his heart, the gravity of the entire dilapidated hall began to become disordered.

Pebbles, defying the laws of physics, floated in mid-air, forming a slowly rotating ring-shaped star. When he spoke, his voice resonated with a metallic tremor, each syllable causing ripples in the space like waves.

"You should be proud of yourself for being able to force out Thunder God Bone Aspect."

Before he finished speaking, a nine-zhang-long pillar of lightning suddenly shot up from Hong Chen's crown.

Three golden eyes in the clouds simultaneously descended, their beams of light connecting with the light, and the immense pressure caused all the Dou Wang expert within a ten-mile radius to kneel on the ground.

His spine was undergoing a horrific transformation—twelve vertebrae protruded from his body, turning into bone spurs forged with lightning, each spur tipped with a miniature thunderstorm vortex.

When Hong Chen shattered the seventh floor tile, liquid lightning plasma suddenly flowed upwards from the crack.

These mercury-like lightning bolts condensed in mid-air into 360 lightning spears, the trembling arcs at their tips eroding the space into honeycomb-like holes.

His body distorted into a three-meter giant amidst the lightning, and the silver liquid gushing from his pores turned into Thunder Pool upon landing. The stone slabs within a radius of thirty feet were crystallizing into amethyst at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The robes of the group fluttered upwards, and the eighteen bronze lamp holders detached from their bases and floated in mid-air.

The spear left an inky trail where it passed, the folds of space pressed down by the weight of the thunderstone!

To everyone's surprise, nine illusory figures remained in the void behind Hong Chen. These figures, like reliefs embedded in reality, continuously emitted low-frequency thunder.

"Crack!"

As Hong Chen launched his probing attack, the lightning-laden energy contained within the spear suddenly collapsed into a single point. The ground along its path tore in a spiral, and the swirling crystal fragments formed a structure resembling Saturn's rings around the black hole.

Elder Suo raised his hand and unleashed his spatial power, swallowing the black hole along with the lightning. Amidst the spatial fluctuations, the refined lightning could be vaguely seen shrinking continuously.

It must be said that Hong Chen's strength is indeed quite good, especially after using that special secret technique, his strength has almost reached the level of Nine-Star Dou Huang.

Judging from this, the secret technique of the Wind Lightning Pavilion is indeed quite effective. Moreover, based on the previous contact, Elder Suo could sense that the cultivation technique that Hong Chen was practicing must also be Earth Tier Cultivation Method!

This person's cultivation techniques, Dou Technique, and weapons are all top-notch, making his combat power astonishing. With his strength, even challenging opponents of higher levels would not be difficult. Not to mention those of the same level, he could probably even fight against a Peak Dou Huang. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant.

Those who encountered Hong Chen today, if they were of the same generation as him, would likely find it difficult to contend with him unless they possessed some special trump card. However, it is a pity that Elder Suo is not of the same generation as Hong Chen.

Challenging opponents of higher levels might be extremely difficult for others, but it's commonplace for the geniuses of Central Plains.

All eyes were focused on the battle that was gradually getting into the main event. Hong Chen's sudden surge in strength made many people secretly marvel. The Wind Lightning Pavilion truly lived up to its reputation as one of the top forces in the Central Plains Continent. A single secret technique could actually enhance a person's strength to such an extent!

"That's enough." Seeing that Hong Chen's strength was only so-so after using his secret technique, Elder Suo's voice suddenly turned sinister.