Nine Dragons Burn the Heavens, Killing a Nascent Soul in an Instant!

The words of the Rushing Thunder Patriarch echoed like thunder across the White Jade Square.

The thousands of guests in the square were all silent, their gazes toward Dongfang Yueming and his companions filled with a mixture of pity and schadenfreude.

"This kid's finished. He actually provoked Patriarch Lei to personally take action."

"What a pity for those three stunningly beautiful female cultivators. If they fall into the hands of the Ancestor, they will likely be drained of their vitality until they die."

Lei Lie Rushing Thunder Sect, and his young master Lei Ao grinned maliciously, as if they could already see Dongfang Yueming being torn apart by lightning.

However, faced with the power of a Nascent Soul that could shake the entire Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of miles.

On the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, Dongfang Yueming still stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome face showing not even a ripple of emotion.

"To refine me into a thunder slave? And to take my Daoist companion as a furnace?"

A chilling, even slightly pitying smile played on Dongfang Yueming's lips.

"Since you all enjoy playing with fire," he lowered his eyelids slightly, his tone as calm as if announcing the death of an ant, "Then I'll show you what true despair is."

"Arrogant!"

Lei Wanjun was furious. How could he, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, be so scorned by a junior? "Today I'll show you that those below the Nascent Soul are nothing but ants!"

"Boom--!"

Lei Wanjun swiftly formed hand seals in front of his chest, and the nascent Nascent Soul within him erupted with dazzling lightning! He directly activated the Rushing Thunder Sect's supreme martial art—the top-grade lightning spell [Nine Heavens World-Destroying Purple Lightning Art Spell!

In an instant, the thick, dark thunderclouds in the sky churned wildly, like a celestial river pouring down, unleashing hundreds of bolts of destructive purple lightning as thick as water vats! These bolts of purple lightning rapidly converged in mid-air, transforming into a purple lightning raging dragon hundreds of feet long, radiating a world-destroying pressure!

The raging dragon roared, carrying terrifying power that tore through the Xukong, and headed straight for Dongfang Yueming on the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle to devour him!

"Die!!!" Lei Wanjun roared, his face contorted with rage.

Looking at the purple lightning dragon that could instantly blast a mountain into dust, Ji Meiniang, Ziyuan, and Hong Yao, even though they knew their husbands were unfathomable, couldn't help but feel a tightness in their chests and shortness of breath. It was an instinctive suppression from the level of their very being.

However, just as the Purple Thunder Dragon was only a hundred feet away from the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle...

Dongfang Yueming simply raised his right hand casually, his index and middle fingers together, and gently touched the arrogant purple lightning dragon.

"[Nine Dragons Burn the Heavens]."

These four simple words seem to contain a supreme Daoist charm that transcends the rules of this world.

"Buzz--!"

There was no deafening explosion. Instead, an extremely dazzling ring of purple-gold fire rippled outwards from the center of Dongfang Yueming's fingertip!

Immediately afterwards.

Amidst the horrified and utterly terrified gazes of tens of thousands of people in the audience!

"Roar--!!!!!"

Accompanied by nine ancient dragon roars that seemed to come from the primordial era, nine ancient fire dragons, each a thousand feet long and formed entirely from purple-gold divine fire, roared out from the Xukong!

The moment these nine fire dragons appeared, their terrifyingly high temperature instantly evaporated the thunderclouds within a hundred miles into nothingness! Even the space itself was scorched by this extreme pure yang divine fire, leaving it covered with spiderweb-like black cracks!

"What... what kind of Spell is this?!" Lei Wanjun's originally ferocious and arrogant face froze completely the moment he saw the nine fire dragons. He felt a supreme pressure that was ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than his own top-grade lightning magic!

That's... the aura of Divine Ability power?!

"Impossible! How could you possibly possess Divine Ability?!" Lei Wanjun let out a shrill scream filled with fear and despair.

But it was all too late.

Nine purple-gold fire dragons opened their abyssal maws, large enough to devour heaven and earth, and with supreme divine power capable of incinerating all things, they crashed into the purple lightning raging dragon!

Without any suspense or violent collision, Lei Wanjun's prized Purple Lightning Flood Dragon was like an ice block crashing into the interior of a star; it didn't even last a moment before being instantly vaporized by the nine fire dragons!

"No--!!!"

Amidst Lei Wanjun's desperate, utter screams.

The nine fire dragons continued their relentless advance, like nine purple-gold divine punishments that annihilated the world, and completely engulfed Lei Wanjun on the high platform!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." Under the terrifying high temperature of the Perfection fire-type Divine Ability, comparable to the core of the sun, this arrogant Early Nascent Soul ancestor, who was powerful for tens of thousands of miles, along with his Nascent Soul, was...

In the blink of an eye, it was burned to absolute nothingness! Not even a wisp of ashes remained!

"..."

The entire white jade plaza of the Rushing Thunder Sect fell into an appalling, absolute silence.

Everyone, including Lei Lie, the Rushing Thunder Sect, Lei Ao, the young master, and the thousands of guests who came to offer their congratulations.

Their mouths were agape, their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, and they made unconscious gurgling sounds in their throats. They trembled like leaves, as if they had fallen into an icy abyss.

Instant kill. A high-ranking Nascent Soul ancestor was completely wiped off the face of the earth in a single breath by a youth who didn't even seem to have reached the Nascent Soul, using only a single finger?!

This isn't some cultivator at all! This is clearly a Nine Heavens Killing God in human skin!!

"Thump!"

It's unclear who was the first to succumb to the terrifying pressure, but their legs buckled and they knelt on the ground.

Immediately afterwards.

"Thump! Thump! Thump..."

Like dominoes falling, tens of thousands of disciples, elders, and all guests of the Rushing Thunder Sect Thunderclap Sect knelt down in unison!

Lei Lie and his son Lei Ao were so terrified that they soiled themselves and frantically banged their heads against the hard white jade bricks, staining the ground red with blood, yet they didn't dare utter a single word of begging for mercy.

Absolute strength brings absolute submission.

Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

Ji Meiniang, Ziyuan, and Hong Yao stared blankly at the blue-robed figure standing with his hands behind his back, resembling an unparalleled god-king.

Their breathing quickened, and the deep love and adoration in their beautiful eyes transformed into unrestrained madness and utter infatuation! This was their husband! This was the man they were willing to give everything to follow!

Dongfang Yueming slowly withdrew his finger, and the nine Fentian dragons vanished into the Xukong.

He lowered his head, his gaze coldly sweeping over the tens of thousands kneeling below, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion:

"Now, who still wants to turn me into a thunder slave?"