392: Chapter 392 Lu Chen's Current Strength

Under Lu Chen's remote control, the star-slaying thunder emperor spear pushed the four-character mantra of 'Fast, Accurate, Ruthless, and Cunning' to its absolute limit.

It made full use of the swiftness and penetration of lightning techniques, as well as the Battle Intent and spirituality of the spear soul.

It harvested lives as it weaved through the crowd, as if entering an uninhabited territory.

The protective spiritual light and defensive Magic Treasures of the Blood Gate Cultivators were as thin and brittle as paper before the spear tip, which was fused with the power of triple true lightning.

Their combined attack formation became even more of a joke after being breached from the inside.

In just two or three breaths of time, the interior of the blood-colored light shield was transformed into a scene of carnage, with severed limbs flying and screams echoing continuously.

The Late Core Formation Stage leader was both shocked and enraged; he tried to lock onto the long spear's trajectory, but was left dazzled by its ghost-like speed and irregular flashes.

He brandished a pair of blood-colored short halberds in vain, yet several charred wounds deep enough to see bone had already appeared on his body.

"This... what kind of Magic Treasure is this?! Who is this person?!"

Fear had already filled the leader's heart.

At this moment, Second Senior Brother Murong Xuan, who was surrounded in the center and had thought he was doomed to die, barely holding on, was also stunned by this sudden and earth-shattering reversal.

He was already at the end of his rope, his spiritual sense dissipating, swinging his sword only by a thread of unyielding will.

When that first flash of tri-colored lightning appeared, instantly killing three Cultivators on the periphery, a flicker of astonishment crossed his ashen eyes.

That spear... so fast! So fierce!

Following that, as he watched the long spear sweep through the ranks as if it possessed a life of its own, treating the defenses of dozens of Core Formation Cultivators as nothing and harvesting lives like cutting vegetables, the shock in his heart reached its peak.

What an incredibly sharp Magic Treasure!

The person controlling this spear had a mastery over the Dao of Thunder and a grasp of combat timing that was simply appalling!

The newcomer's cultivation seems to be... only Core Formation Mid-Stage?

No, this attack power, this Magic Treasure's might...

When his gaze finally passed through the chaotic battlefield and the crisscrossing Lightning Light to land on that tall and familiar figure by the edge of the forest in the distance, Murong Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needle tips!

Despite not seeing him for many years, and despite that figure's temperament being more composed and sharp than in his memory, those facial features...

That aura of Dark Gold Thunder Essence faintly circulating around him, originating from the same source as that terrifying long spear...

"Lu... Junior Brother Lu Chen?!"

Murong Xuan almost thought he was hallucinating due to his heavy injuries, or that it was a Heart Demon illusion before death.

That Youngest Junior Brother who once needed his occasional care in the sect, and whose cultivation was far inferior to his own?

That Lu Chen who was said to have gone out traveling and whose whereabouts were unknown?

How could he be here?

In the depths of this forbidden land, the Ancient Burial Corridor?!

And... when did he acquire such terrifying cultivation and such a Magic Treasure?

That spear... just sensing it from a distance made even him, at the Nascent Soul Stage, feel a hint of chill!

Shock, doubt, disbelief, and the wild joy of surviving a desperate situation exploded in Murong Xuan's heart like a knocked-over jar of mixed spices.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout something, but due to his heavy injuries and intense emotional fluctuations, he only let out a suppressed groan; his body swayed, and he only managed to stand firm by leaning on his sword against the ground.

His gaze, however, was deadlocked on that familiar yet strange figure, unable to look away.

At this moment, the battle was already decided.

More than thirty Core Formation Stage Blood Gate Cultivators had mostly been killed or wounded under the elusive assassinations of the star-slaying thunder emperor spear and Lu Chen's suppression with lightning techniques from the periphery.

Only the Late Core Formation Stage leader and seven or eight Cultivators with the highest cultivation—who were quick-witted and had huddled together back-to-back—remained in a final, desperate struggle.

But every one of them was wounded, their faces filled with despair.

Lu Chen's eyes were cold as he looked at the remaining few, his mind moving again.

The star-slaying thunder emperor spear hovered in mid-air, its tip pointing directly at the leader.

On the spear's body, Lightning Light began to condense and compress once more.

This time, it wasn't a tri-colored spiral, but rather the Fusion of the three types of true lightning and the Evil Qi of the war soul within the spear, all converging inward and condensing into a single point at the spear's tip.

That point of cold light was as deep as the night sky, yet it seemed to contain a terrifying power akin to the creation of the world.

The leader's face turned deathly pale, his soul nearly leaping out of his body; he felt a sense of death that was completely locked onto him and absolutely unavoidable.

"Senior, have mercy! We..."

Before his plea for mercy could finish.

"Star Piercer."

Two words were softly uttered from Lu Chen's mouth.

“Swoosh—!”

The star-slaying thunder emperor spear moved.

There was no earth-shaking momentum, no fancy trajectory.

It was simply the most basic, direct, and fastest straight thrust!

But the speed of this thrust surpassed all previous ones!

Space seemed to be pierced by the spear tip, letting out an overburdened wail.

In everyone's eyes, they only saw a dark gold line as thin as a hair flash by and vanish.

In the next instant, the Late Core Formation Stage leader and the seven or eight Blood Gate Cultivators behind him all stiffened simultaneously.

At their vital points, such as the forehead, heart, and Dantian, a tiny, almost invisible charred hole appeared in each of them.

The edges of the holes were smooth, with no blood flowing out.

“Thud... thud...”

The corpses fell to the ground one after another, endless fear and confusion remaining in their eyes.

Until their deaths, they never saw how that life-taking blow arrived, nor how it simultaneously penetrated all of their layered defenses.

The star-slaying thunder emperor spear trembled slightly in the air, letting out a clear hum as if expressing its satisfaction.

Then, it turned into a streak of light and flew back into Lu Chen's hand.

The light on the spear's body retracted, remaining warm and dark, with only the cold light at the spear's tip not dissipating.

On the battlefield, besides Lu Chen, Qing Yi, and the swaying, shock-filled Murong Xuan, there was not a single Blood Gate person left standing.

From the moment Lu Chen struck to the end of the battle, only a few dozen breaths of time had passed.

Dozens of Core Formation Stage Blood Gate Cultivators were completely wiped out.

Lu Chen stood with his spear retracted, his gaze passing over the mess on the ground to look at the moon-white figure in the distance, who was leaning on a sword with a withered aura but staring at him with burning eyes.

On his cold face, a trace of heartfelt concern and urgency finally appeared; with a flash, he arrived in front of Murong Xuan.

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Youngest Junior Brother!" Murong Xuan exclaimed as he grabbed Lu Chen's arm.

"Second Senior Brother, this is not the place for talking. Let's leave here first."

While Lu Chen was speaking, Qing Yi had already cleaned up the battlefield; the proficiency of her movements even surprised Murong Xuan.

The souls of those Cultivators had long been quietly absorbed by Qing Yi, and the Storage Pouches were packed into a cloth bag.

Before Murong Xuan could speak, a sharp cry came from the sky.

Then, the sky darkened as the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc arrived.

A sudden gust of strong wind blew, causing the surrounding trees to sway and lean.

Lu Chen jumped onto the back of the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc with Murong Xuan, and Qing Yi followed closely behind.

"Nascent Soul Stage... Golden-Winged Thunder Roc... Youngest Junior Brother, is this your Spirit Beast?" Standing on the soft back of the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc, Murong Xuan looked at Lu Chen in disbelief and asked.

Seeing Murong Xuan's expression, Lu Chen smiled slightly and nodded.

The Golden-Winged Thunder Roc flapped its wings and flew away with the three of them.