Thunder Strike Heavenly Fire

Core area edge.

Deep in the dense forest.

A fifteen-meter-long sub-dragon perched on a rock.

Purple-black scales.

Natural thunder patterns flickered across the scales.

Electric arcs danced between the scales.

Thunder Vein Sub-Dragon.

Twenty thousand years.

Quan Batian pointed his Destruction Dragon Spear.

Ninety-ninth-rank pressure enshrouded the area.

The sub-dragon could not move.

It wanted to stand up.

Yet its body was pinned down by the pressure.

Zixiao stepped forward.

Her Thunder Light Sword was drawn from its sheath.

Zixiao divine thunder danced along the blade.

Quan Cangtian nodded.

His abundance power radiated outward.

Green light enveloped Zixiao's entire body.

Protecting her meridians.

Quan Batian withdrew his pressure.

The sub-dragon struggled.

However, the Destruction Dragon Spear pointed right at its head.

It did not dare to move.

Zixiao pulled out her sword.

A single thrust pierced the sub-dragon's throat.

The sword tip penetrated the scales.

Burying deep into flesh and blood.

The sub-dragon screamed in agony.

It thrashed for a moment.

Then grew still.

It was dead.

A purple soul ring emerged from the sub-dragon's body.

A twenty-thousand-year age.

Quan Cangtian spoke in a low voice.

Protected.

Zixiao sat cross-legged.

The purple soul ring settled around her body.

Quan Cangtian unleashed his abundance power to the maximum.

Green light enveloped Zixiao's entire body.

The energy of a twenty-thousand-year soul ring was extremely potent.

Quan Cangtian's soul power consumed rapidly.

He activated the first soul skill of his Abundance Martial Soul.

Life Echo.

The green light grew even more intense.

His soul power recovery speed accelerated.

Zixiao trembled all over.

Zixiao divine thunder raged inside her body.

It conflicted with the soul ring's energy.

Thunder patterns surfaced on her skin.

Resonating with the thunder patterns of the soul ring.

Her rank climbed upward.

Level forty-one.

Level forty-two.

Level forty-three.

The immortal herb's medicinal potency refined at the same time.

Her physique strengthened.

Level forty-four.

Level forty-five.

Stabilizing.

Quan Batian stood on the outer perimeter.

Leaning on his Destruction Dragon Spear.

Watching this scene.

He spoke in a low voice.

Hold on.

Quan Cangtian did not look back.

His voice steady.

Protected.

Huo Yuhao watched from the outer perimeter.

His spirit eye continuously scanned Zixiao's condition.

Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron hummed.

She used the cauldron to suppress the thunder power that threatened to run wild.

Wang Dong's Goddess of Light Butterfly wings fluttered.

She kept watch.

Zixiao opened her eyes.

Zixiao divine thunder danced within her pupils.

She stood up.

Clenched her fists.

Thunder power surged outward.

The ground within a ten-meter radius was scorched by lightning.

Pitch black.

She looked at Quan Cangtian.

Level forty-five.

Quan Cangtian withdrew his abundance power.

His complexion somewhat pale.

Yet he quickly recovered.

Quan Batian walked over.

Glancing at Zixiao.

Heavenly Strike.

Zixiao nodded.

She raised her Thunder Light Sword.

A purple-black thunder pillar descended from the sky.

Striking a distant rock.

The rock shattered.

Lightning invaded the interior of the rock.

Sustained scorching.

Quan Cangtian smiled slightly.

Worth it.

Zixiao did not smile.

Still, she nodded.

Suddenly.

Huo Yuhao shouted loudly.

They're here!

His spirit eye locked onto a direction.

Mental Detection fully activated.

Within the dense forest.

Several dark shadows emerged.

All of them were evil soul masters.

At the lead was an elderly man in black robes.

His soul power fluctuation at the ninety-fifth rank.

Titled Douluo level.

Behind him.

There were five more powerhouses.

Their soul power fluctuations at the seventieth to eightieth ranks.

Spirit Douluo level.

Quan Batian turned his head.

His gaze grew cold.

Dark Soul Cult.

The black-robed elder sneered.

Quan Batian, ninety-ninth-rank semi-god.

He looked at Quan Cangtian.

His gaze greedy.

Judgment of Shamash... I'll take it.

Quan Batian said nothing.

The Destruction Dragon Spear crossed horizontally before him.

Quan Cangtian stepped forward.

His abundance power radiated outward.

How many people did you bring?

The black-robed elder sneered.

Quite a few.

Quan Cangtian.

Is it enough?

The black-robed elder did not reply.

With a wave of his hand.

Several dark shadows charged forward.

The five seventieth-to-eightieth-rank evil soul masters.

Rushed straight toward Quan Cangtian, Huo Yuhao, Zixiao, Xiao Xiao, and Wang Dong.

The black-robed elder himself.

Charged at Quan Batian.

Quan Batian paused his Destruction Dragon Spear.

Ninety-ninth-rank pressure fully unleashed.

He took a single step forward.

The Destruction Dragon Spear thrust toward the black-robed elder.

The black-robed elder released his ninth soul skill.

Evil Soul, Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Soul.

Black ghost shadows lunged at Quan Batian.

Quan Batian let out a cold snort.

The second soul skill of the Destruction Dragon Spear.

Destruction Tornado.

The spear tip spun.

The dragon-shaped soul power tore apart the ghost shadow.

His third soul skill.

Destruction Dragon Devour.

The dragon-shaped soul power clamped down on the black-robed elder.

The black-robed elder shrieked.

The evil soul power went berserk.

Yet it was suppressed by the mighty pressure.

Quan Batian did not kill him.

The destruction dragon spear pressed against his throat.

"Don't move."

The black-robed elder gritted his teeth.

He dared not move.

On the other side.

Five evil soul masters between levels seventy and eighty.

Charged toward the main character group.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in red robes.

Eighth-five level.

A Spirit Douluo.

He unleashed his seventh soul skill.

Evil Soul Blood Fiend Frenzy Tide.

The blood-colored wave surged toward Quan Cangtian.

Quan Cangtian projected the power of Abundance outward.

Green light formed a barrier.

Blocking the blood-colored wave.

Yet the barrier trembled.

Level eighty-five versus level sixteen.

The gap was far too vast.

The red-robed middle-aged man sneered.

"Kid, your power of Abundance is not bad."

"Pity, it's far too weak."

With a wave of his hand.

The blood-colored wave surged forward once more.

Quan Cangtian gritted his teeth.

Unleashing the power of Abundance to its absolute limit.

But his soul power drained far too quickly.

He could not hold on.

Zixiao rushed over.

The thunder light sword slashed toward the blood-colored wave.

Zixiao divine thunder collided with the blood-colored wave.

An explosion rocked the area.

Zixiao was knocked back three steps.

She had just broken through to level forty-five.

Facing a level eighty-five opponent.

Was still a struggle.

Huo Yuhao shouted loudly.

"The two on the left are preparing to release their evil soul skills!"

Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron smashed toward the two evil soul masters on the right.

Golden light burst forth from the cauldron's body.

Yet the opponent was at the seventy-fifth level.

With a single palm strike, they batted the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron away.

Xiao Xiao spewed a mouthful of blood.

Wang Dong's Goddess of Light Butterfly scattered luminous powder.

Forming a curtain of light.

Disrupting the evil soul master's mental attack.

Yet the opponent was at the seventy-eighth level.

With a single punch, they shattered the light curtain.

Wang Dong was blasted backward.

Crashed onto the ground.

Huo Yuhao lunged forward.

The spirit-devouring silver knife stabbed toward the red-robed middle-aged man.

However, the red-robed middle-aged man batted him away with a single palm strike.

Huo Yuhao crashed onto the ground.

Spitting blood.

Quan Cangtian watched this scene unfold.

His gaze turned cold.

He clenched his fists tightly.

The prototype of Heavenly Flame Sacred Judgment materialized in his hand.

Blue-and-white flames flickered.

Yet it was not enough.

The prototype remained unstable.

The red-robed middle-aged man sneered.

"Heavenly Flame Sacred Judgment?"

"Just this?"

With a wave of his hand.

The blood-colored wave surged forward once more.

Quan Cangtian was submerged.

The blood-colored wave scorched his flesh.

He felt his skin splitting open.

His bones burning.

The path of Destruction vibrated within his body.

The path of Abundance conflicted within his body.

The two forces clashed fiercely.

He was reaching his limit.

Suddenly.

The gene of the Void Devouring Beast awakened inside his body.

Dark red crystals spread from his arm.

Covering his shoulder.

Covering his chest.

His consciousness began to blur.

Honkai erosion.

Indiscriminate toward friend or foe.

Electx's voice rang out within the consciousness sea.

"Kid! Steady yourself!"

"Use the power of Abundance to mediate!"

Quan Cangtian gritted his teeth.

Unleashing the power of Abundance to its absolute limit.

Green light collided with the dark red crystals.

The path of Destruction.

The path of Abundance.

The Void Devouring Beast gene.

The three forces converged within his body.

At the extreme threshold.

Resonance occurred.

His right hand.

Blue-and-white flames surged violently.

Destruction was frigid.

The fire phoenix was scorching hot.

The contradictory unity of ice and fire.

The flames condensed.

Taking shape.

A pair of twin pistols.

Entirely dark red.

Cracks marred the surface of the barrels.

As though they might shatter at any moment.

Yet within the cracks.

Blue-and-white flames flowed.

Heavenly Flame Sacred Judgment.

Fully condensed.

Quan Cangtian gripped the Heavenly Flame Sacred Judgment tightly.

His gaze turned cold.

He raised the gun barrels.

Taking aim at the red-robed middle-aged man.

Blue-and-white flames spewed from the muzzles.

Not bullets.

Flames.

Utter, absolute destructive power.

The flames struck the red-robed middle-aged man.

He did not scream.

He simply vanished instantly.

Incinerated into ashes by the flames.

Not even a spirit bone remained behind.

The other four evil soul masters froze in shock.

Quan Cangtian pulled the triggers once more.

Blue-and-white flames swept horizontally across the space.

The four evil soul masters.

Collided with the ground simultaneously.

Incinerated into ashes by the flames.

Quan Cangtian withdrew the Heavenly Flame Sacred Judgment.

His body swayed unsteadily.

His complexion turned deathly pale.

The power of Abundance could not be used for combat.

It required mending.

Zixiao rushed over.

Supporting him.

"You..."

Quan Cangtian waved his hand dismissively.

"I'm fine."

Quan Batian walked over.

Staring at the ashes on the ground.

His gaze complex.

Judgment of Shamash...

He looked at Quan Cangtian.

Fully condensed.

Quan Cangtian nodded.

Mm.

The old man in the black robe was suppressed by Quan Batian.

Yet he witnessed this scene.

Shock filled his eyes.

Judgment of Shamash... complete form...

Quan Batian paused the Destruction Dragon Spear.

The old man in the black robe fainted.

Quan Cangtian looked at Zixiao.

He smiled.

Worth it.

Zixiao did not speak.

Instead, she squeezed Quan Cangtian's hand tightly.

Huo Yuhao climbed to his feet.

He looked at the ashes on the ground.

Shock clouded his gaze.

Quan Batian looked toward the depths of the forest.

"We'll deal with the Dark Soul Cult matters when we get back."

"The news that the Judgment of Shamash has fully condensed must not leak out."

Quan Cangtian nodded.

"Understood."

Quan Batian looked at the old man in the black robe.

"Take him away. Interrogate him."

Quan Cangtian nodded.

Abundance Power condensed into green chains.

They bound the old man in the black robe.

The team cleaned up the battlefield.

They prepared to return.

Quan Cangtian raised his head.

He looked up at the sky.

He sensed it.

The aura of the Dark Soul Cult.

Lurking in the distance.

He clenched his fist.

The Judgment of Shamash pulsed in his hand.

He muttered in a low voice.

"Come on."

Zixiao walked over.

"What's wrong?"

Quan Cangtian did not answer.

He merely smiled.

He looked at Quan Batian.

"Grandpa, let's head back."

Quan Batian nodded.

"Good."

The Nine Heavens Thunder Roc took flight.

The team returned.

The Dark Soul Cult was searching for him.

The Judgment of Shamash was fully condensed.

The true battle.

Was only just beginning.