Chapter 268: Thunder Arts

Even Chen Fei himself was surprised.

This thunder art, which he had only just obtained from the Spirit-Communing True Person, was unbelievably effective—especially against these demonic cultivators. It was a slaughter tool!

Chen Fei stood proudly in place, his gaze sweeping across the field with a faint, almost amused smile on his lips.

“Who’s next?”

Just two simple words—but they utterly intimidated the entire group of evil cultivators.

None dared to step forward. In fact, they began to retreat.

Liu Shan, swaying as he stood, watched the retreating crowd and his expression turned ferocious.

With a flicker of movement, he appeared in front of one of the retreating demonic cultivators.

“Lord Liu!”

The cultivator was startled and opened his mouth to speak—but Liu Shan had already struck.

He twisted off the man’s head with a single motion.

“Useless trash! Disobeying my command? You deserve to die!”

He then sank his teeth into the severed head, blood spurting violently—making his appearance even more monstrous.

Though with his cultivation, he didn’t need to absorb energy in such a gruesome way, Liu Shan clearly enjoyed the process, and the horrific display created enormous psychological pressure on the others.

“Come on, he’s just one man! You think he’s some immortal with three heads and six arms?!”

“That thunder attack is intimidating, sure—but it must be massively draining! If we all attack together, he won’t be able to stop us!”

Their self-motivation quickly turned into anger.

All eyes turned toward Chen Fei with killing intent.

They were also well aware: Liu Shan might be mad, but he was the trusted aide of Peach Blossom Fairy. If this news spread to her, none of them would survive anyway.

So why not go all-in now?

Seeing the group unite and grow aggressive so quickly, Chen Fei let out a soft laugh.

“Massive consumption?”

Their guess wasn’t wrong.

Thunder arts were indeed powerful, but they came with a heavy cost. For an average cultivator at the Origin Realm, one thunderbolt could consume a tenth of their entire spiritual energy.

But for Chen Fei? That wasn’t a problem.

The Void Sky Cauldron he possessed was packed with spiritual energy. Not only could he cast multiple thunder techniques back-to-back, he could probably unleash a Heavenly Ninefold Divine Thunder and still have power to spare!

Though, of course, he hadn’t yet comprehended the Heavenly Ninefold Divine Thunder fully—he still lacked the deep mastery of the Thunder Sigil. But casting the basic thunder incantation was already second nature to him.

“Nether River Netherworld!”

“Soul-Devouring Sword!”

“Great Celestial Rotation Art!”

The evil cultivators launched their techniques.

In an instant, dark energy flooded the sky, and a storm of sharp, brutal attacks tore through the air toward Chen Fei.

But while Wang Feng was heavily wounded, the other righteous cultivators understood clearly: If they didn’t help now, they’d never escape.

And after witnessing Chen Fei’s thunder techniques—the perfect counter to demonic energy—they knew this was the moment to strike.

“Fear not, Brother Chen, I’ll fight with you!”

“A bunch of rats—you think the righteous path has no defenders? Heavenheart Sword, rise!”

“The majesty of heaven is simple, yet supreme!”

The righteous cultivators behind Chen Fei unleashed their own powerful techniques.

Their momentum pushed back against the wave of demonic power.

Chen Fei didn’t turn around—but a faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Lightning Incantation—Shatter!”

He took a deep breath.

The Void Sky Cauldron trembled, and an immense flood of spiritual energy surged from within it, pouring into every vein and meridian in Chen Fei’s body.

His eyes glinted with cold light—almost tangible.

Then came the roar of thunder.

“How is he casting so many lightning attacks?!”

“Impossible! Such powerful thunder arts should cost a fortune in energy! Is he not in the Origin Realm—could he be in the Profound Realm?!”

Their panic deepened.

“Aaaaghhh!”

A scream echoed.

The first unfortunate victim was struck down by lightning—and that was all it took to shatter the morale of the demonic side.

Demonic cultivators were known for one thing: “Every man for himself.”

Faced with death, their first instinct was the 36 Stratagems—starting with running away!

Moments ago, the righteous cultivators had been surrounded and nearly crushed. But now? They could finally hold their heads high.

Anyone who had reached the Origin Realm was a force to be reckoned with. Being hunted like wild dogs by evil cultivators had filled them with rage and humiliation.

Now was their chance.

As the demonic side collapsed, they wouldn’t waste it.

They raised their hands, spiritual techniques flaring like firelight, and launched them toward the fleeing enemies—right behind the lightning.

The evil forces crumbled.

Yet Chen Fei’s eyes remained fixed on Liu Shan.

Although Liu Shan’s mind had been warped by the demon armor, it also gave him a sharpened sense of danger.

Realizing the threat approaching, he stealthily blended into the fleeing crowd.

In the midst of the chaos, Liu Shan attacked several of his own—absorbing their flesh and energy.

His methods, though brutal, were subtle in the mess of combat.

“Brazen!”

Chen Fei noticed immediately and wouldn’t allow him the chance to grow stronger.

This grudge had to end here.

Chen Fei surged forward, ignoring any demonic cultivators in his path, charging directly toward Liu Shan.

Liu Shan also sensed the imminent danger.

He lashed out, his palm piercing cleanly through the chest of a fellow demonic cultivator.

“Liu… you…!”

The cultivator turned in disbelief, eyes wide.

Liu Shan’s eyes gleamed with madness.

He yanked, flinging the corpse aside while clutching the still-beating heart, which he promptly devoured.

Though massive in frame, Liu Shan moved with shocking agility, immediately lunging toward another target.

He clearly knew—he wasn’t yet Chen Fei’s match.

So in the midst of the confusion, he would continue to build strength in secret.

But now that Chen Fei had seen through him—there was no escape.

“Fall victim in a sewer? Not happening!”

With a single swing of his arm, Chen Fei knocked away a demonic cultivator who had rushed at him and exploded forward.

But just as he began, he raised an eyebrow.

His speed was fast—but surprisingly, he couldn’t catch up to the brawny Liu Shan.

“Liu Shan,” Chen Fei called out suddenly, “do you believe in light?”

Liu Shan didn’t reply—just glared at him with bloodshot eyes before turning to flee again.

Chen Fei chuckled.

“Lightning Incantation—Fall!”

Liu Shan was fast.

But was he faster than lightning?

The bolt struck him in a blink.

This time, Liu Shan tried to defend—coating himself in thick demonic mist like a shield.

Eyes fierce, he roared and raised both arms, holding the dark mist above his head like a barrier.

It was pointless.

The lightning pierced the mist like paper.

“Chen Fei!!!”

Liu Shan roared in rage.

Seeing that he couldn’t withstand the lightning, his savage nature exploded.

He turned and charged at Chen Fei instead of fleeing.

Chen Fei grinned.

Liu Shan’s decision was exactly what he wanted.

Lightning might be powerful, but it lacked the visceral thrill of combat.

“Killing Liu Shan with a single swing of the giant, blade-less sword? That’s satisfaction!”