Chapter 158
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Chapter 158: Thundering Lightning
Ye Yun stood motionless, his momentary fear instantly cast aside.
Though the Divine Feather Vulture King was fearsome, this fell within expectations—a ninth-level pinnacle beast mere steps from transformation. Ye Yun’s purpose was to challenge it, to hone his Battle Experience against such creatures.
What meaning would there be in fleeing Tian Zhu Peak now?
He inhaled deeply. The Purple Shadow Sword gleamed in his grip as he leveled it forward.
“Ye Yun, don’t act rashly!” Duan Chenfeng spat blood, alarmed by the raised blade.
“Brother Ye, retreat!” Yu Minghong, renowned for defense, lay gravely wounded from the beast’s single strike. Such power far surpassed their capabilities.
Ye Yun shook his head resolutely, stepping toward the Divine Feather Vulture King instead of retreating.
The vulture king’s eyes flickered with confusion. Its earlier attack had plainly displayed overwhelming force—enough to crush these three Heavenly Sword Sect fools. Why did this one still advance?
Reaching the ninth-level pinnacle had granted the beast limited intelligence, though complex reasoning eluded it. This disciple had barely dodged its strike, teetering on the edge of death like his companions. Why persist?
Rage surged through the beast. A mere first-level Qi refining stage ant, spared out of indifference, now dared defy mercy? Let him perish!
The Divine Feather Vulture King’s wings snapped open, spanning over thirty meters. Its piercing screech shook the air as it hovered aloft, eyes mocking as it awaited Ye Yun’s move.
Ye Yun tensed. The earlier assault had proven the beast’s might—even his full strength might prove inadequate. Yet retreat offered no growth.
Raising his sword slowly, he sent purple ripples cascading along the blade.
“Thunder!”
The thrust came sharp. Crackling energy split the air as distant rumbles converged instantly.
“Thundercloud Lightning Sword’s first form—Thundercloud Emergence!”
Ye Yun shot forward, the Purple Shadow Sword becoming a purple lightning snake roaring toward the vulture’s eyes. Even apex predators had vulnerabilities.
Clang!
The sword struck closed eyelids with metallic resonance, repelled as if hitting forged steel.
Ye Yun’s heart lurched. Channeling true qi into the blade, he shoved downward, propelling himself skyward.
Electric webs bloomed overhead—a storm of dancing electric snakes. As thunder boomed, the serpents shattered into countless bolts raining upon the beast.
Though matching a sixth-level Qi refining stage expert in power, with a beast’s innate physical might, the vulture king flinched from the lightning barrage.
“No escape! Thunderous Strike—detonate!”
Ye Yun roared and unleashed the second stance of the Thundercloud Lightning Sword, Thunderous Strike. Countless lightning bolts resembling electric snakes swarmed downward.
The Divine Feather Vulture King had underestimated this first-level Qi refining stage disciple. Only when the electric snakes filled the sky did it fully shield its body, desperately evading the storm.
Yet these weren’t natural lightning bolts—they were Ye Yun’s Celestial Techniques. Before reaching the Qi refining stage, his true qi couldn’t be controlled after release, relying on chance to maximize damage.
Now everything had changed. The instant Ye Yun broke through to the Qi refining stage, the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique’s inner chapter activated spontaneously. Streams of true qi condensed rapidly, churning within him.
The Thunder Spirit Qi seemed to shatter invisible chains upon his advancement, becoming denser and several times more potent.
Guided by true qi, the Thunderous Strike gained purpose. As the Vulture King dodged, the lightning shifted trajectories, converging relentlessly on its back.
Crackles erupted as hundreds of bolts struck. The Divine Feather Vulture King’s golden-tinged back charred black instantly.
A pained roar shook the air. The beast spread its wings and spat a blazing golden fireball toward Ye Yun’s head.
None recognized this fireball—was it a treasure or the beast core? Even the Vulture King resorted to such methods under pressure.
Ye Yun’s heightened cultivation improved his control over Fire and Ice Spirit Qi. The fireball’s emergence triggered primal danger—one misstep, and he’d die before activating his life-saving talisman.
Yet fear never surfaced. Instead, blazing fighting spirit ignited in Ye Yun’s eyes.
“How nostalgic.” He surged forward, right hand grasping toward the golden flames.
The Vulture King stared incredulously. Why wasn’t this Heavenly Sword Sect disciple dodging or attacking? What madness drove him to catch the flames barehanded?
Suddenly, the beast shrieked and soared higher, panic flashing in its eyes—Ye Yun had seized the fireball.
Ye Yun himself didn’t know why he’d attempted this. Yet intuition screamed that this lethal flame held opportunity for him alone.
Upon contact, icy coldness pierced his palm through the roaring fire. He clenched the pigeon egg-sized burning sphere.
In his palm lay a pebble-like object, its flames visibly dimming.
Whoosh! The Divine Feather Vulture King dove like a javelin, aiming to crush Ye Yun.
Beasts lacked human intelligence but possessed bodies tenfold stronger than same-level cultivators. This ancient Vulture King’s charge tore faint cracks through the air itself.
“Perfect timing!” Ye Yun stored the fireball in his Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring and met the assault with twin punches.
Physical strength was Ye Yun’s forte—surpassing even seventh-level body refinement expert Luo Wencheng, making him unrivaled below the Foundation Establishment stage.
The Vulture King abandoned tricks and stealth, relying purely on brute force to pulverize its foe.
Ye Yun’s fists collided mid-air with the diving beast.
Boom! The impact hurled Ye Yun backward dozens of feet. The Vulture King screeched, thrown upward before diving again.
Ye Yun’s throat tasted metallic. Swallowing blood, he summoned swirling purple radiance.
“Fists failed? Taste heaven’s wrath then!” He evaded the second dive and raised his Purple Shadow Sword. A storm cloud materialized above the mountain peak.
Third stance: Divine Thunder Annihilation!
The collision proved even Ye Yun’s enhanced body couldn’t match a beast’s natural might. Still, such prowess at his age would surely draw the sect higher-ups’ attention, possibly fast-tracking him to inner sect elite status.
The storm cloud coalesced instantly above four figures, then teleported above the Vulture King.
Terrified by the crackling electricity, the beast lunged upward to scatter the cloud—a futile effort. This heavenly tribulation’s phantom, born from the laws of heaven, couldn’t be dispersed by mere beasts.
Lightning exploded as the Vulture King neared the cloud, repelling it violently.
Ye Yun laughed, hurling sword arcs as the fully formed storm cloud rumbled. A spatial tear split the sky—then purple Divine Thunder struck the Vulture King’s charred back.
