338: Chapter 338 Blood Gate Core Formation Stage

The battle presented a one-sided, crushing situation.

It was as if Lu Chen was not engaged in a life-and-death struggle, but was instead performing a precise, artistic harvest.

Lightning Light leaped, transformed, split, and converged between his fingers and palms.

At times it was like a torrential downpour, at times like a spirit snake emerging from its cave, and at times like a heavenly sword slashing down.

Each form of thunder precisely corresponded to the weaknesses and responses of the enemies below.

He handled it with ease, even carrying a hint of indifference and focus as he tested his newly acquired power.

After reaching Core Formation, his perception and control of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, as well as his fine utilization of his own Thunder Essence, had reached a whole new level.

Powerful thunder arts that in the past required charging and specific hand seals to trigger...

...could now be summoned almost at will, with power even greater than before.

That burly leader at the Foundation Establishment Perfection stage was already at his wit's end.

His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman as he brandished a heavy blade that had begun to crack.

He desperately parried the electric bolts attacking from all directions and the thunder chains that lashed out from time to time.

Several charred wounds had already appeared on his body; the blood was scorched as soon as it flowed out.

"The Blood Gate... will not let you go..."

He roared, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

Lu Chen's gaze was indifferent; he didn't even bother to respond.

He held his fingers like a sword and pointed from a distance toward the burly leader.

"Chii—!"

A strand of dark-gold thunder silk, condensed to the extreme, as thin as a hair, and almost transparent, shot quietly from his fingertip.

This thunder silk was not fast; it even seemed somewhat light and airy, as if it had no power at all.

However, the moment the thunder silk appeared, the burly leader felt an unprecedented crisis of death!

He roared wildly, pouring all his remaining Blood Fiend Power into the heavy blade.

He even went as far as spitting out a mouthful of innate essence blood onto the blade's body. The blade glowed brilliantly again as he slashed forward with all his might, trying to sever that seemingly slender thunder silk.

The thunder silk made contact with the blade's glow.

There was no world-shaking explosion, no blindingly bright light.

There was only a slight 'pop' sound, almost inaudible.

Like a soap bubble bursting.

The brilliant blade glow that had condensed all of the burly leader's power and even mixed in his innate essence blood, at the moment of contact with the dark-gold thunder silk...

...was like ice and snow meeting a blazing sun, quietly melting and annihilating without causing the slightest ripple.

The thunder silk's speed did not decrease; as if it had only passed through a layer of non-existent light and shadow, it lightly touched the center of the burly leader's forehead.

The burly leader's movements froze.

The madness, resentment, and unwillingness in his eyes instantly solidified, then quickly dissipated.

An imperceptible dark-gold electric pattern emerged from the center of his forehead and quickly spread throughout his body.

In the next moment, his entire person, along with the blood-colored heavy blade in his hand and the tattered robes on his body...

...like a weathered sand sculpture, quietly turned into a pile of extremely fine ash shimmering with golden light, scattering away.

Not even a drop of blood or a piece of broken bone was left behind, as if he had never existed in this world.

With the leader's complete annihilation, the remaining Blood Gate Cultivators, who were already terrified and heavily wounded...

...completely collapsed.

They cried out and fled in all directions, no longer maintaining any semblance of a formation.

Lu Chen frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by the noise.

He no longer controlled the thunder to split its attacks, but instead pressed both hands downward!

"Thunder Domain, Suppress."

Buzz—!

With him as the center, the air within a hundred-zhang radius suddenly grew heavy!

An invisible yet incredibly majestic thunder Spiritual Pressure crashed down!

It was as if this space had instantly transformed into a kingdom of thunder, filled with violent, destructive electrical charges.

All the fleeing Blood Gate Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, froze in their tracks as if they had fallen into an invisible swamp.

Immediately after, countless fine blue-white electrical sparks erupted from the surface of their bodies!

"Ugh, ahh—!!"

Shrill wails that didn't sound human merged into one.

Nearly a hundred Cultivators, as if their bones had been simultaneously removed, collapsed to the ground together, their bodies twitching, foaming at the mouth, thin streaks of blood seeping from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, their skin turning charred black.

Their Dantian, Meridians, and even their Divine Soul had suffered a devastating blow under this indiscriminate, large-scale suppression of thunder Spiritual Pressure.

Even if they didn't die, they would be crippled for the rest of their lives.

The noisy alleyway instantly fell dead silent.

Only the smell of char and ozone lingered in the air.

Along with the figures lying haphazardly on the ground, either charred or twitching.

It proved that a brief but cruel one-sided slaughter had just taken place here.

Lu Chen slowly withdrew his palm, and the dancing electric arcs in his palm quietly vanished.

His breathing was steady, and his expression was as usual.

Not even a single strand of hair was out of place, as if the battle that had just wiped out nearly a hundred Cultivators in an instant, including a Foundation Establishment Perfection expert...

...was to him merely brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

His gaze swept over the messy battlefield below, and after confirming there were no more threats or survivors, his figure became blurred again.

As if blending into the air, he quietly sped off toward the meeting point agreed upon with Li Wuya.

Behind him, he left only a silent street baptized by thunder, covered in scorch marks and unconscious people, as well as the heart-palpitating residual power of thunder that had not yet completely dissipated in the air.

In the distance, from Li Wuya's direction, a few short screams and the sound of breaking objects also happened to drift over, which then similarly fell into silence.

The two Core Formation Cultivators' collection of "interest" was clean and efficient, completed almost simultaneously.

When Lu Chen and Li Wuya met in a relatively quiet alley, a lingering trace of cold killing intent still remained on both of them.

Li Wuya's aura fluctuated slightly, and the hem of his robe was stained with a few spots of fresh blood.

But his eyes were sharp; he had clearly successfully dealt with that Blood Gate squad.

The two looked at each other and nodded slightly.

They were about to continue sneaking according to the established route toward the area where Ding San might be hiding.

However, just as their figures moved and before they had completely blended into the shadows—

"Shiu! Shiu!"

Two sharp sounds of breaking through the air rang out almost simultaneously, their speed incredibly fast!

They were not physical arrows, but two beams of dark-red blood light, condensed to the extreme and emitting a thick scent of blood and yin malice.

Like venomous snakes that had been lying in wait for a long time, they suddenly shot out from the shadows on both sides of the alley entrance ahead.

Aiming straight for the vital points of Lu Chen's and Li Wuya's foreheads and Dantians!

An ambush!

And the timing, angle, and speed were all cunning and ruthless to the extreme.

It was clearly long-premeditated, waiting for the moment when they had just finished their battles and their minds were slightly relaxed!

Li Wuya reacted extremely quickly, letting out a cold snort without any apparent movement.

A gray shield phantom, seemingly composed of countless tiny wind blades, had already appeared in front of him.

"Ding! Ding!"

With two crisp sounds, the blood light hit the shield phantom and exploded into two clouds of foul-smelling blood mist, yet failed to penetrate, only causing the shield phantom to ripple violently a few times.

Li Wuya took advantage of the momentum to drift back several zhang, opening up some distance, his eyes looking coldly toward the source of the attack.

As for Lu Chen, the moment the blood light approached his body, his figure seemed to blur for a moment, like a reflection in water broken by a stone, creating fine ripples.

The two beams of blood light actually passed through his original position without any hindrance and shot into the wall behind, leaving two bottomless small holes whose edges were still "sizzling" with corrosion.

And he himself had already appeared three zhang away on the other side, his robes fluttering, completely unharmed.

The preliminary application of the You secret technique was already this miraculous.

"Rats hiding their heads and tails, come out!"

Li Wuya barked, his voice infused with pure spiritual power, rolling through the narrow alley like muffled thunder.

"Hehe... your reactions are quite fast."

A raspy, unpleasant voice like sand rubbing together rang out, carrying undisguised coldness and cruelty.

From the alley entrance ahead and from the shadow of a dilapidated gate tower behind them on one side, a figure slowly walked out from each.

Both were dressed in dark-red robes slightly different from ordinary Blood Gate Cultivators, with more complex and eerie blood-colored patterns embroidered on the edges of the robes.

They wore pale bone masks that covered the upper half of their faces, revealing only emotionless lips and chins.

They did not intentionally release their Spiritual Pressure, but just by standing there...

...a heart-palpitating aura of coldness and blood spread out, and the surrounding light seemed to dim by several degrees.

Core Formation Stage!

And it was two Core Formation Stage Cultivators!