Qing Chen stood in midair, his black robes snapping in the wind.
The Blood River God-Slaying Spear in his hand pointed diagonally toward the sea, bloody light flickering from its tip.
Opposite him, Penglai True Lord's beard and hair bristled, purple lightning coiling around him like a thunder god descended to earth.
Penglai True Lord's voice was icy. "For Great Jin's sake, if you cripple your own cultivation and offer an apology and compensation, I will spare your life!"
"You talk too much." Qing Chen grinned, baring his stark white teeth.
Before his words faded, he moved!
His figure vanished on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred zhang above Penglai True Lord's head!
"Blood River-Heaven-Cleaving!!!"
Qing Chen swung both arms in a full arc. The Blood River God-Slaying Spear became a bloody waterfall, smashing down with the force to collapse mountains and split seas!
Before the spear even arrived, the terrifying air pressure had already pressed a thousand-zhang-wide depression into the sea below!
"Paltry tricks!"
Penglai True Lord sneered, formed a seal with the fingers of his right hand, and pointed into the air.
"Purple Firmament Thunder Prison-Suppress!"
Zzzzt-!!!
In an instant, countless purple lightning serpents covered the sea within ten thousand zhang of him!
The lightning serpents intertwined and coiled, forming an enormous lightning prison that enveloped Qing Chen!
Every lightning serpent contained terrifying thunder arts power, enough to severely wound an ordinary Nascent Soul True Lord!
"Be suppressed!!!"
Penglai True Lord roared. The lightning prison abruptly contracted, and countless lightning serpents lunged at Qing Chen!
"Heh..."
Qing Chen neither dodged nor evaded. Crimson-gold qi and blood erupted around him! The Black Demon Blood Armor's power was driven to its utmost.
The terrifying reserves of an immortal realm middle stage body cultivator were laid bare