Exploding Talismans

As Shen Luo stirred his Divine Thought, he still could not break through the Golden Pagoda's Restriction. Yet he could clearly feel his Divine Thought taking on substance, roaming freely through the world around him. It seemed that, if he wished, he could learn what lay hundreds or even thousands of miles away in an instant.

Shen Luo's eyes flew wide open, golden light seeming to flicker in their depths. His Magic Power flowed at will, as though it would never run dry. With a wave of his hand or a lift of his foot, he drew the surrounding spiritual energy into motion, and it surged around him like a river.

Just then, another strange sound came from overhead...

A moment later, a deafening rumble erupted. The Heavenly Tribulation, as oblivious to the moment as ever, came crashing down again.

A web of lightning spread across the sky. Fist-sized balls of thunder formed within it and fell like a sudden storm, bursting one after another before they even reached the ground.

The exploding thunderballs held the pure essence of lightning and lashed furiously at Shen Luo.

Shen Luo rose to his feet but did not reach for the Six-Chen Whip beside him. Instead, he spun several times where he stood, like a top, gathering strength in one tightly clenched fist. Then he shot upward and threw a punch.

The instant he struck, the Magic Power within him surged like a raging river and rushed out through the Magic Meridians in his arm.

One punch flew out, and a hundred followed!

Dense ranks of watery-blue fist shadows appeared, each sheathed in a faint golden aura. Like a rainstorm rising from the earth, they hurtled upward against the lightning in the sky.

Fist Intent flowed through Shen Luo's entire body, which seemed