138: Chapter 138 White Lightning

That white lightning was incredibly eerie; it had shed its golden ferocity, yet it exuded a deathly silence that made one's heart palpitate.

When it pierced through the Formation, it didn't cause even the slightest ripple. It only left a smooth opening in the Formation wall, accompanied by a sharp whistle as it shot straight toward Lu Shaoyou's face.

Lu Shaoyou's pupils constricted. He hadn't yet retracted the Azure Mist Sword that had just pierced the Thunder Tiger's vital point.

In his haste, he could only spin his body and hold the spine of the sword across his chest, pouring his spiritual power into it without reservation, attempting to withstand this deathbed strike.

Boom!

The white lightning slammed hard against the spine of the sword, the ear-piercing metallic vibration making the eardrums of everyone nearby ring.

Lu Shaoyou was sent flying back dozens of meters. A surge of wild thunder energy rushed through the sword and into his Meridians, churning his internal breath, causing him to instantly spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The sword also lost control and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Tianyao exchanged a look with Ye Tianhao, then quickly flew on her sword to scoop Lu Shaoyou up, doing him a favor to prevent him from simply crashing onto the ground.

Seeing that the most powerful Cultivator had fallen, the Golden-Eyed Thunder Tiger immediately pounced toward Ye Tianhao.

Seeing his Senior Brother in trouble, Wu Meng's composure crumbled instantly. His spiritual power became unstable, causing his spirit sword to tremble, and consequently, the entire Formation began to teeter.

The Golden-Eyed Thunder Tiger seized the opportunity, charging forward and breaking through the unstable Formation in one go, heading straight for Ye Tianhao.

The Disciples who had been struggling to maintain the Formation were all thrown back by its collapse, spitting blood as they fell uncontrollably, no longer able to form the array.

The Thunder Tiger's gilded beast pupils were filled with violence, as if it intended to perish together with Ye Tianhao.

Ye Tianhao's expression hardened. Ye Tianyao had already taken Lu Shaoyou back to the edge of the Formation to recover.

He no longer needed to hide his strength. Gripping the moon-breaking sword tightly, he aimed at the hole already punctured in the Thunder Tiger's belly and unleashed a massive amount of sword shadows, shaped like scattered flowers.

Because Ye Tianhao was using his true strength, the Thunder Tiger was unable to block those phantom-like sword moves.

It could only watch helplessly as the swords flew wildly, one of which pierced through its old wound.

"Roar!" A shrill scream echoed through the heavens and earth.

But Ye Tianhao continued forward, hacking and slashing relentlessly.

Seeing this, the Golden-Eyed Thunder Tiger let out a roar, and the lightning around its body suddenly turned blazing white. It actually began to frantically burn its own essence blood, and its previously withered body was once again propped up by a terrifying force.

The wound on its belly was still bleeding, but it was forcibly suppressed by the power generated from burning its essence blood. Lightning gathered on its massive claws, as it prepared to condense a final strike.

"Watch out! It's going to ignite its blood and self-detonate!"

Lu Shaoyou, who was still recovering, saw this and coughed up a mouthful of blood, warning in a raspy voice.

Previously, a Sect Elder had fought this Thunder Tiger, and the beast had used this Blood-Burning Secret Technique to escape. Once the essence blood was detonated, the power would be enough to heavily damage everything within several miles.

Ye Tianyao's face changed drastically, and she immediately drew her longsword to help Ye Tianhao.

Ye Tianhao shouted, "Tianyao! Don't come over, I'll handle it!"

With that, his brow furrowed as he exerted his full spiritual power. The moon-breaking sword in his hand instantly expanded several times, and a white light suddenly erupted from within the black sword.

With this full-power strike, the sword in his hand transformed into a black blade several zhang long, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air as it slashed down fiercely toward the Thunder Tiger.

He wanted to slay the Thunder Tiger before its essence blood detonated, cutting off any further trouble.

The Thunder Tiger continued to roar, its massive claws slamming into the ground. The lightning generated by its burnt essence blood surged outward like a tsunami.

However, the giant black sword had already descended, hacking fiercely onto the Thunder Tiger's head.

With a crisp "crack," the Thunder Tiger's skull shattered instantly, and its head flew off in a spray of brain matter and blood.

Its massive body froze in place, the lightning around it instantly dimming. Then it crashed to the ground, its breath completely gone.

The residual power of Ye Tianhao's sword strike did not diminish; after slaying the Thunder Tiger, it slashed into the distant mountain rocks. After a loud boom, the entire rock face collapsed, and dust filled the air.

Ye Tianhao stood with his sword retracted, his spiritual power depleted. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead; that strike just now had exhausted more than half of his spiritual power.

Yet he still stared vigilantly at the Thunder Tiger's corpse, fearing it might not be completely dead.

Fortunately, as the dust settled, the Thunder Tiger's corpse remained motionless, with blood only continuing to flow from its head and belly.

Seeing this, Lu Shaoyou stepped forward with a complicated expression: "Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Ye!"

He had seen clearly that this Ye Tianhao was truly extraordinary. He wouldn't believe it if someone said the sword in his hand wasn't a Medium Grade spirit sword.

Ye Tianhao's spiritual power was also overextended. He flew down on his sword and was about to speak.

Suddenly, an arrow stained with Blood Qi flew from afar, heading straight for Ye Tianhao.

Ye Tianyao was startled and hastily used a flying dagger to knock the arrow down.

Lu Shaoyou immediately became alert. He put the Thunder Tiger's corpse into his Storage Pouch and questioned sternly, "Who is there! This is the territory of the Qingyun Sect!"

Several black-robed Cultivators appeared in mid-air, looking down at them from above. Behind them were several captured Cultivators whose faces were as gray as death.

Seeing these clothes, Ye Tianhao narrowed his eyes. These familiar black-robed figures, could they be...

"Evil-doers of the Xuanyou Sect! How could they be here!" At this moment, a Qingyun Disciple nearby cried out.

Lu Shaoyou immediately raised his sword and shouted coldly, "This is within the borders of the Qingyun Sect. What do you intend to do?!"

The leading Black-robed Man sneered wantonly, "Eldest Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, Fellow Daoist Lu, your question is so foolish. Naturally, we are here to kill you!"

After saying that, he stared greedily at Lu Shaoyou's Storage Pouch. Originally, they were just capturing a few Cultivators in the vicinity to fulfill their quota, but hearing such a commotion at Falling Moon Slope, they had hidden in the shadows to watch.

He was now a Qi Refining Seventh Layer Cultivator. Normally, if he encountered Lu Shaoyou, he would have to hide; he would never dare to provoke him.

But right now, seeing these Qingyun Sect Disciples fighting a Peak First-Tier Yao Beast until both sides were injured, it was a god-given opportunity.

The leading Black-robed Man twirled a wisp of black Qi between his fingers. His gaze swept over Lu Shaoyou's pale face, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew increasingly sinister.

The several black-robed Cultivators behind him immediately spread out their Formation, dark spiritual power swirling around them. Each took out their Magic Treasures, intending to end the battle quickly.

Seeing this, Ye Tianhao's heart sank. That strike just now had exhausted most of his spiritual power. At this moment, only a thin stream of spiritual power flowed within his Dantian, and even his grip on his sword was somewhat unsteady.

"Brother, your spiritual power is insufficient. I'll hold them off; take the chance to recover!"

Ye Tianyao stepped forward quickly and said in a low voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, a black-robed Cultivator dove down, the blade in his hand wrapped in foul-smelling black Qi as it stabbed toward Ye Tianhao. Clearly, he saw his current weakness and wanted his life.

Lu Shaoyou let out an angry roar, wanting his spirit sword to unsheathe, but a dull pain in his chest made him immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it!

He was extremely unwilling. He saw the young girl who had saved him once before immediately use a thin sword to block that Cultivator's full-power strike.

Then, with a forceful horizontal sweep, the sword instantly knocked the black-robed Cultivator back, and with a single strike, it slashed his throat. The move was ruthless and swift.

That Black-robed Man didn't even have time to scream before he was flung to the ground by Ye Tianyao's sword, dying on the spot.

To the side, Wu Meng's eyes widened, looking at this seemingly delicate young girl in disbelief.

She was actually so ruthless!

The leading Black-robed Man saw this and immediately became interested: "A bit interesting. When did the Qingyun Sect hide such a ruthless little girl? She's much more to my taste than this half-dead Eldest Disciple."

The black Qi in his hand suddenly thickened, and the spiritual power around his body surged like waves.

"Since that's the case, this seat will first take your life, little girl! Then I'll take Lu Shaoyou's Storage Pouch. Everyone, attack!"