cough cough —
Mo Rufeng coughed violently twice, then like lightning, he rebounded and charged towards Huang Jiuxian!!
"Damn it!"
Mo Rufeng was furious. He had underestimated Huang Jiuxian and hadn't expected the opponent's cultivation to be so high that he was sent flying with one punch.
Huang Jiuxian let out a loud laugh, "This is exhilarating! After being locked up in that wretched place for so many years, I haven't felt this alive in a long time!"
Amidst his laughter, Huang Jiuxian's bones crackled, and his entire body seemed to swell by a circle, releasing a terrifying aura of power that rippled outwards.
"You have angered me!"
Lightning flashed in Mo Rufeng's eyes, and his aura continuously surged, like divine lightning from the heavens, threatening to destroy everything before him at any moment.
Thirty li east of Jing Lei Sect, on the highest peak of Rou Mountain.
Ye Kunlun stood with his hands behind his back, with Wu Dao and Feng Tu Tu behind him.
"Young Master, can Senior Huang defeat Mo Rufeng?"
Even from dozens of li away, Wu Dao could feel the terrifying lightning power emanating from Mo Rufeng.
Although Mo Rufeng had won the first round, he knew that Mo Rufeng hadn't used his full strength and was somewhat worried about him.
"I think you're just worrying for nothing!"
Feng Tu Tu sneered, "Since Young Master asked Senior Huang to challenge Mo Rufeng, he naturally has one hundred percent confidence."
Wu Dao chuckled awkwardly, "I'm just worried about Senior Huang."
Ye Kunlun's eyes flowed with a faint blue light. The lightning power gathered around Mo Rufeng was indeed strong.
However, it was only a matter of time before Huang Jiuxian defeated him.
He could see at a glance that Mo Rufeng was no longer in the Grandmaster realm, but was a cultivator at the eighth stage of Kai Ling!
But compared to Huang Jiuxian, he was a whole major realm behind!
Mo Rufeng's advantage was his lightning techniques. After all, lightning magic possessed terrifying destructive power and was one of the top-tier forces.
Ye Kunlun said lightly, "It's no problem for this old man to defeat Mo Rufeng, but—"
Ye Kunlun changed the subject, "Mo Rufeng is the Sect Master of Jing Lei Sect. Jing Lei Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, so it naturally possesses many treasures."
"If spiritual treasures are used, it will take some effort to defeat Mo Rufeng."
Wu Dao and Feng Tu Tu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Ye Kunlun's words.
As long as Huang Jiuxian could win, it didn't matter if it took some effort.
At this moment, a sinister smile curved Ye Kunlun's lips, "It's a pity Mo Rufeng doesn't have such good luck."
Wu Dao and Feng Tu Tu didn't understand what Ye Kunlun meant by that.
Ye Kunlun raised a hand.
*Zzzt—*
A bolt of purple lightning materialized in his palm.
*Rumble—*
In an instant, the clear sky became overcast with dark clouds, and muffled thunder rumbled, with terrifying lightning power surging madly towards Ye Kunlun's palm.
Wu Dao and Feng Tu Tu, standing so close to Ye Kunlun, could clearly feel the terror of the palm lightning in his hand.
It seemed that as long as Ye Kunlun unleashed his palm, Rou Mountain, stretching for who knew how many miles below, along with Jing Lei Sect, would be directly destroyed.
Jing Lei Sect.
Mo Rufeng heard the muffled thunder in the sky, and then saw the clear sky turn overcast in an instant. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
He even thought to himself, "Could it be that my Jing Lei Art has broken through again? It can actually summon such natural phenomena?"
Mo Rufeng could clearly feel the terrifying lightning gathering in the sky, and even the lightning power around him had grown stronger.
He gazed at the laughing Huang Jiuxian and sneered, "Huang Jiuxian, rest assured, after you die, I will definitely toast you with a cup of Lei Yun Niang!"
Saying this, Mo Rufeng took the initiative to attack, wanting to avenge the palm strike Huang Jiuxian had delivered earlier.
Wherever Mo Rufeng passed, thunder rumbled.
Huang Jiuxian stopped smiling, his brows furrowed.
The lightning power surrounding Mo Rufeng gave him a sense of unease.
But Mo Rufeng, in his eyes, was merely at the eighth stage of Kai Ling. Even if Jing Lei Art could challenge opponents above its level, it shouldn't exert such strong pressure on him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Huang Jiuxian dared not be careless.
Seeing Mo Rufeng arrive before him in the blink of an eye, he opened his mouth and roared!
*Roar—*
This roar from Huang Jiuxian was called the Mountain Moving Roar, one of his signature skills, which required the support of powerful inner energy and spiritual energy.
The higher the realm, the stronger the spiritual energy, and the greater the power of the Mountain Moving Roar.
His roar caused over ninety-nine percent of the disciples in Jing Lei Sect to bleed from their seven orifices, suffering severe injuries!
"Die!"
Mo Rufeng had intended to kill Huang Jiuxian from the very beginning. Today, he had to kill him!
Otherwise, after today's battle, his Jing Lei Sect's reputation would be utterly ruined.
"Jing Lei Slash!"
Mo Rufeng let out a soft cry, and terrifying lightning instantly transformed into a saber blazing with purple lightning before him, slashing towards Huang Jiuxian's face.
"The Sect Master has finally unleashed Jing Lei Slash, he will definitely kill this old scoundrel!"
"That's for sure! Jing Lei Slash is the most powerful move in Jing Lei Art. I wonder when I'll be able to learn it!"
"To cultivate Jing Lei Art, one must reach the Grandmaster realm. Our Sect Master entered the Grandmaster realm before he was thirty years old. Such talent is rare in this world!"
"Look quickly, the Sect Master is about to kill that old scoundrel!"
In Jing Lei Sect, several core disciples, who were farther away, had withstood Huang Jiuxian's Mountain Moving Roar.
Upon seeing Mo Rufeng unleash Jing Lei Slash, they all appeared excited.
Mo Rufeng felt that this saber strike was stronger than ever before, as if it could destroy the world!
Just as his Jing Lei Slash was about to hit Huang Jiuxian.
Suddenly—
His expression changed drastically, because he felt the power within him and the surrounding lightning power draining away like a flood, surging madly towards the east.
"Wh-what's happening?"
Mo Rufeng was stunned, and his heart was thrown into turmoil!
The Jing Lei Slash, at the very moment it was about to strike Huang Jiuxian's fists, had its power reduced by seventy percent.
*Boom—*
Huang Jiuxian unleashed his fists, directly smashing the Jing Lei Slash, and the gust of wind from his fists landed directly on Mo Rufeng's chest!
*Crack crack—*
The sounds of several bones breaking echoed throughout Jing Lei Sect.
Mo Rufeng was hit by Huang Jiuxian once again, like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the distant mountainside once more!!
*Boom—*
Mo Rufeng directly carved a human-shaped hole in the mountainside.
The core disciples watching from afar had frozen expressions.
They could never have imagined that Mo Rufeng, after unleashing Jing Lei Slash, would be so vulnerable, defeated by the disheveled Huang Jiuxian.
"Hahahaha!"
Huang Jiuxian felt immensely refreshed and laughed heartily, but a hint of doubt arose in his heart.
Why did Mo Rufeng's Jing Lei Slash, which was clearly extremely powerful, suddenly lose its strength?
Ye Kunlun looked at the lightning ball in his palm, which had turned from purple to black, his gaze indifferent.
Wu Dao and Feng Tu Tu didn't dare to breathe.
They naturally understood Ye Kunlun's words about Mo Rufeng's bad luck.
This was because Jing Lei Art was like a mere trifle before Ye Kunlun.
All the lightning power converged towards Ye Kunlun's palm lightning.
"Do you think we should play a bigger game?"
Ye Kunlun looked at the terrifying palm lightning in his hand and suddenly spoke with a smile.