20: He used his body to refine the divine lightning tribulation! He crippled him with a single punch! He's nothing but trash!

"Boom—!!!!"

An indescribable roar! An extremely blinding purple-gold light swallowed everything!

The entire Yanfa Terrace—no!

A small half of the Canglan Sacred Sect was submerged in this light!

An Elder immediately deployed a protective barrier to shield the Disciples of lower Realms inside.

The destructive power of the thunder clashed directly with Lu Yu's extremely yang and firm Physical Body, as well as the recently fused Yin and Yang Origin, in the most intense collision and consumption!

The scene was too terrifying.

Within the sphere of lightning, a human figure could be vaguely seen struggling and roaring, his body constantly being torn apart and then forcibly healed under that overbearing power of regeneration.

Purple-gold electrical arcs, like living creatures, burrowed into every inch of his skin, every bone, and every drop of blood!

The wisp of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder contained within was constantly ravaging his body, but Lu Yu was also continuously devouring and refining this wisp of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder power, integrating it into his own Physical Body!

This wasn't Undergoing Tribulation; this was purgatory!

It was treating oneself as Materials, throwing oneself into the furnace of heaven and earth for the most cruel refinement!

Time seemed to pass for a long while, yet also seemed to last only an instant.

When that destructive light finally began to weaken and dissipate, the tribulation clouds in the sky vanished as abruptly as they had appeared, leaving nothing behind.

The sky was as clear as if it had been washed, and sunlight spilled down once more.

In the center of the Yanfa Terrace, at the edge of a massive, bottomless scorched pit, a figure stood quietly.

Lu Yu!

The clothes on his body had long since turned to ash, but his skin was shrouded in a faint, translucent purple-gold treasure light like glazed crystal, and fine purple flashes resembling lightning patterns occasionally flickered beneath his skin.

The lightning power containing that wisp of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder had been completely refined and integrated into him!

Between every punch and palm strike, there resided the terrifying power of thunderous roars!

He stood there, his muscle lines not exaggerated but filled with a streamlined beauty of explosive power. Merely standing there gave off a feeling as steady as a mountain, yet as dangerous as a volcano on the verge of eruption.

He slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils, tiny purple electric arcs seemed to flicker in and out of existence.

An indescribable Aura, a mixture of the scent of a newborn Nascent Soul and pure physical pressure, slowly spread out like a tide.

That Aura was not particularly overbearing, yet it was heavy and solid, carrying a pure texture tempered by heavenly thunder that weighed on one's heart, making it impossible to feel the slightest bit of contempt.

With a thought, a set of ordinary green robes was neatly donned, covering that eye-catching treasure light.

Then, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Tang Wu nearby, who had long since been dumbstruck, the color completely drained from his face.

That gaze was very calm, as calm as if he were looking at a stone by the side of the road.

But when Tang Wu was swept by this gaze, he felt as if a cold blade had scraped across his bones; his hair stood on end, and his heart skipped several beats!

He clearly felt from the other party an... absolute crushing of life levels!

It wasn't just the pressure brought by just breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage; it was a terrifying sense of power originating from the physical Origin, as if he could shatter a mountain with a single punch!

Furthermore, sensing his Realm, it was actually not the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage, but had reached the appalling third level of the Nascent Soul Stage!

To break through and immediately advance two minor levels to reach the third level of the Nascent Soul Stage—what an unbelievable situation was this?!

"Just now."

Lu Yu spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a strange calmness after surviving the tempering of life and death, along with a flat and undisguised indifference.

"You said you wanted to give me some pointers?"

As he spoke, he walked toward Tang Wu, step by step.

His steps were steady and not fast, but each step that fell seemed to land right on Tang Wu's heartbeat.

Tang Wu wanted to retreat, wanted to say some face-saving words, or even wanted to admit defeat directly.

But that invisible pressure, locking onto him like a prehistoric beast, made his throat tighten and his limbs stiffen; even his Qi circulation became incredibly sluggish!

His trump card, the Ghost Head Yin Sha Shield, was like it had met its natural enemy, trembling inside the Storage Pouch, not daring to be brought out at all!

"I... I..."

Tang Wu's lips trembled, and he could only squeeze out a few broken syllables, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Clearly, he was at the Nascent Soul Stage Perfection, and the other party had only reached the third level of Nascent Soul, but at this moment in his eyes, it was as if he were the one at the third level and the other party was the powerhouse at Perfection!

Lu Yu came to a halt three paces in front of him, not even giving him the chance to finish his sentence.

"It seems you have nothing to point out to me."

Lu Yu shook his head, his tone as flat as if he were stating that the weather was nice today.

"Then, I shall give you some pointers."

The moment the words fell, Lu Yu moved.

There was no spiritual light, no earth-shaking momentum; he simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and a layer of Haoyang True Fire covered his right fist. Then, he punched out toward Tang Wu's chest!

The fist danced, enveloped in Haoyang True Fire, like a roaring fire Dragon!

The movement was simple and unadorned, yet its speed was so fast it only left a faint afterimage in the air!

Tang Wu's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body!

He let out a strange cry, desperately circulating all the Qi he could muster to lay down layers of water-blue light screens in front of him. At the same time, a protective inner armor on his body glowed faintly, as he could no longer care about exposing his trump cards.

The Ghost Head Yin Sha Shield manifested in front of his chest as the final layer of protection!

Simultaneously, he forced his mind to steady, steeled his heart, and a flash of sinister evil Qi crossed his eyes!

"Don't you look down on me!"

In the next moment, a massive Nascent Soul Perfection Aura rampaged through the field!

He likewise raised his right fist, and a surge of ink-black energy wrapped around it as he slammed it toward Lu Yu's fist that was charging like a solar fire Dragon!

In front of his fist, he also formed a protective water-curtain barrier.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The crisp sounds merged into one!

Those layers of protective water curtains, which were enough to withstand a full-force strike from a Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, were like paper in front of Lu Yu's fist, collapsing upon contact!

The fist penetrated the light screens without hindrance and slammed solidly into Tang Wu's right fist, which was wrapped in black water. A series of cracking sounds rang out one after another!

"Ah—!!!!"

The tooth-aching sound of bone shattering and Tang Wu's shrill, distorted scream rang out simultaneously!

His right arm instantly bent and snapped at a bizarre angle. This single punch directly broke his right arm and struck straight into his chest.

Even though the force of this punch was slightly weakened by the Ghost Head Yin Sha Shield, striking his chest still caused massive damage!

His entire body was like it had been hit head-on by a stampeding ancient bull. He flew backward like a broken kite, spraying a large mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments in mid-air!

In the air, that right arm was constantly eroded and destroyed by Lu Yu's Haoyang True Fire; from the right shoulder down, the entire arm instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

He crashed heavily onto the ground dozens of yards away, creating a shallow pit as dust flew everywhere.

He struggled to climb up but could only twitch powerlessly, his face distorted in agony. At this moment, blood flowed terrifyingly from his right shoulder, where the exploded wound looked hideous.

His face was ashen, his Aura withered to the extreme, and his eyes held nothing but boundless pain and horror.

One punch!

Just one punch!

Lu Yu, who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, had used only one punch to cleanly and efficiently cripple Tang Wu, who was at Nascent Soul Perfection and had numerous protective measures!

A deathly silence fell over the Yanfa Terrace.

Only the sound of the wind blowing over the scorched earth and Tang Wu's suppressed groans of pain could be heard.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure in green who had retracted his fist, looking as if he had just casually brushed dust off his sleeve.

That flat expression and those nonchalant movements formed the most stinging contrast with Tang Wu's miserable state on the ground.

The might of the Supreme Divine Son required no clamor; one punch was enough.

Lu Yu shook his wrist, not even glancing at the dog-like Tang Wu on the ground again. He turned his gaze toward the pale-faced Luo Qingxue, revealing a gentle smile that was a world apart from his demeanor just now.

"Qingxue, it's settled. Please have him carried away; don't let him dirty the place."

His tone was so relaxed, as if he had just swatted away a buzzing fly.