Chapter 51
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Chapter 51:Thousand Thunder Power
The moment Zhang Yang stepped into Level Seven of the Returning to Origin realm, it meant that from that point on, the battles within the Vast Forest had officially entered a new phase—one where the strong bullied the weak, and the powerful oppressed the powerless. Whether others accepted it or not, they would inevitably bow before his fists.
He let out an exhilarating roar toward the sky.
At that moment, the heavens erupted with a chorus of thunder. Silver serpents of lightning descended like a shimmering curtain, and he stood amidst them, his feet planted on the back of the purple-eyed spirit bird, surrounded by crackling arcs of electricity. His hair flowed wildly, his eyes sparkled like lightning, and his robust physique expanded, resembling a thunder god descending to the mortal realm.
That towering figure even made his enemies feel a strange sense of relief.
“Hiss~~”
Zhang Yang’s excitement stirred the purple-eyed spirit bird, which also raised its head and released a long cry. Its feathers flared, shifting from black to a pure, pristine white, with not a trace of black remaining—a rare lightning white. Zhang Yang noticed intricate lightning patterns now etched across the surface of its feathers.
This was no longer just a purple-eyed spirit bird.
It had become a purple-eyed thunder bird.
“Hiss~~”
Overcome with excitement, the purple-eyed thunder bird cried out again, its lightning-white wings fully extending, ready to beat powerfully.
In an instant, fierce winds howled, and thunder roared. Nearby lightning converged upon them, only to explode suddenly and violently.
The scene looked as if a vast plane of lightning had unfurled around Zhang Yang and the purple-eyed thunder bird, rapidly expanding outward.
These were not ordinary bolts of lightning; they were an enormous mass of electricity detonating in unison, and the power was staggering.
Even someone as strong as Qiu Lingshui, who had charged in with ferocity, could not withstand the expansive surge of lightning. She swung her sword, managing to carve open a path eight meters long, yet the relentless wave of electricity forced her to retreat even further.
Those riding on the backs of other purple-eyed spirit birds were in dire straits.
They had failed to react in time, never anticipating such a sudden and devastating change. Many were struck by lightning, their screams echoing as they plummeted from the sky—certain death awaiting them below.
Out of more than a thousand purple-eyed spirit birds, nearly half did not escape unscathed.
Although the birds sustained injuries, they at least had wings to slow their descent. The people, however, did not.
Witnessing the devastating effect of this strike, Zhang Yang burst into laughter.
His original goal in capturing a purple-eyed spirit bird had been to bathe in lightning and break through his limits. Who would have thought he would end up creating such a powerful purple-eyed thunder bird? The best part was that this companion… was not directionally challenged at all!
At this moment, that was all that mattered.
“Return!”
Zhang Yang laughed heartily, urging the purple-eyed thunder bird back toward the Vast Forest.
Once there, he would be truly invincible.
The purple-eyed thunder bird spread its wings and shot off like a lightning bolt.
It was so fast.
Had Zhang Yang not been riding atop it, one might have mistaken it for nothing more than a flash of lightning streaking across the sky.
“Seeking death!”
Ning Feixiao, unable to hold back any longer, finally found his chance to strike.
He swiftly drew a fiery red arrow, aiming it at Zhang Yang.
Whoosh!
The arrow flew forth, instantly igniting into fierce flames as it shot toward Zhang Yang like a blazing meteor.
Zhang Yang’s momentum was overwhelming. He knew that under normal circumstances, Ning Feixiao was much stronger outside this place. But so what? He would fight!
He prepared to counterattack.
But…
The purple-eyed thunder bird was faster.
It opened its beak and unleashed a stream of silver lightning.
With a deafening roar, the fiery arrow exploded on the spot.
Zhang Yang was genuinely shocked.
Ning Feixiao was close to the Ascending to Heaven realm.
What level had the purple-eyed thunder bird reached?
Zhang Yang glanced down to assess.
The purple-eyed thunder bird proudly raised its head, its eyes full of disdain as it looked at Ning Feixiao. The posture alone radiated superiority, provoking Ning Feixiao to the point of seething annoyance and humiliation.
Humiliated by a bird.
This attitude, this expression… it reminded Zhang Yang of the disdainful face of the Ironback Blue Bull.
Zhang Yang was puzzled. “Could it be a shared lineage?”
Not from the same family, not entering through the same door.
He glanced at the purple-eyed thunder bird, then looked back at the rolling thunderclouds. A smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
“Lightning.”
A sudden impulse to create a soul power martial arts technique surged within him.
Observing the lightning, watching the purple-eyed thunder bird, and reflecting on his Baxiang Power, he closed his eyes slightly. Flashes of lightning leapt through his mind.
Creating martial arts techniques—especially powerful ones—was never easy. In the Southern Region and across the vast world, reaching a high level in martial arts was no small feat. It required years of cultivation and a strong foundation.
But for Zhang Yang, it was relatively simple.
Although not as effortless as cultivating itself, he could still do it with his eyes closed. His thoughts flowed smoothly, without obstruction.
Soon, a brand-new soul power martial arts technique had taken shape.
He smiled and murmured to himself, “Let’s call it Thousand Thunder Power.”
Though he had completed it with apparent ease, Zhang Yang knew that his Thousand Thunder Power was no weak technique.
“Thunder, come!”
He roared.
A thunderous rumble erupted from within him, and bolts of lightning radiated from his body in all directions, as if he were the very source of the storm.
This was the essence he had grasped from Baxiang Power—soul power could carry external forces, enhancing their strength.
Now, Thousand Thunder Power could carry lightning.
At the same time, Ning Feixiao frantically called out to the fifty or sixty members of the Arrow Battle Team still airborne, ordering them to draw their bows and fire.
“Kill him!”
Grinding his teeth, he let out a furious howl.
Nearly a hundred arrows shot out at once, with some archers releasing multiple arrows simultaneously.
“Kill!”
Zhang Yang felt emboldened.
The purple-eyed thunder bird was overflowing with battle intent. In terms of raw transformation, the thunder bird had far surpassed Zhang Yang. After all, Zhang Yang had only broken through his realm and created a new martial arts technique, while the purple-eyed spirit bird had transformed entirely into a creature of lightning.
The thunder bird spread its wings—spanning over ten meters—and with a sudden flap, fierce winds swept through the air.
In an instant, nearly ninety percent of the arrows were blown away.
The remaining arrows were sliced apart by flashing arcs of lightning.
Then, the thunder bird opened its beak and unleashed a bolt of lightning directly at Ning Feixiao.
The entire sequence left everyone watching in stunned silence.
A single bird dominated the battlefield.
Zhang Yang, its master, hardly even had a chance to act.
Boom!
Ning Feixiao, strong and formidable, struck out with his longbow, using it to block the incoming bolt of lightning.
Crack!
The lightning shattered.
However, the impact jolted him backward.
In that fleeting moment, the purple-eyed thunder bird closed the distance, and Zhang Yang leaped into the air, throwing a powerful punch at Ning Feixiao.
As he charged forward, the sky swirled with lightning and flames, and golden light radiated from his body, making him appear like a descending god of fury.
This was the manifestation of the Eight Divine Powers.
Ning Feixiao quickly swung his longbow once more to block the attack.
Bang!
Zhang Yang’s heavy fist collided with the bow.
The longbow was a spiritual weapon—a high-quality one at that. Outside the Vast Forest, it would have faced no restrictions, making it a nearly flawless weapon.
Crack!
Yet even such a weapon could not withstand Zhang Yang’s strike. It shattered on the spot.
The sheer force of the blow sent Ning Feixiao hurtling through the air. He let out an unwilling roar as he was flung away from the purple-eyed spirit birds and plummeted from above.
Ning Feixiao was strong, but after suffering a heavy blow from the purple-eyed thunder bird, he no longer had the strength to compete with Zhang Yang. His defeat was inevitable.
Naturally, this spurred Qiu Lingshui and Ding Yunpeng to charge in even more aggressively.
Especially Qiu Lingshui, who moved with incredible speed.
Soaring freely through the air, she felt entirely unrestrained.
“The Ascending to Heaven realm is impressive,” Zhang Yang said. “Let’s unleash something even more powerful—borrow the thunder!”
The last two words echoed in a mighty shout.
The purple-eyed thunder bird responded with a piercing screech.
A thunderstorm had already formed behind them, countless bolts of lightning crackling through the sky.
Now, transformed into the purple-eyed thunder bird, it could control lightning directly, summoning vast amounts of thunder.
Zhang Yang unleashed his Thousand Thunder Power to its fullest extent.
Endless lightning enveloped them.
“Kill!”
As Zhang Yang roared, he and the thunder bird charged toward Qiu Lingshui.
So what if she had reached the Ascending to Heaven realm?
He would still fight!
