116: Chapter 116 Thunder Dragon

In those cold Dragon eyes, there was not a trace of emotion, aloof and superior, just staring at this ignorant ant who didn't know death from life.

But Jiang Feng read an inviolable will in those eyes. Cold, arrogant, the contempt of a superior being.

"Good! Very good!"

He was just worrying about having nowhere to vent his overflowing rage, and these things that claimed to be the heavens had delivered themselves to his doorstep!

At this moment, Jiang Feng no longer had a shred of awe for the might of heaven in his heart.

Yuan Chu's life and death were unknown, he was trapped in this hellhole for no reason, and his child was missing a father's love right after being born.

That cry had given him strength, but it also made his heart feel as if it were being twisted by knives!

Monstrous hatred and regret churned within him, almost setting his entire being ablaze.

He needed an outlet!

He needed a heart-stirring battle to tell this sky, to tell that so-called Holy Land!

"Old Ancestor is a person, not a pawn that can be controlled at will."

"My Lord..."

Behind the rocks, Xiaomei trembled, using all her strength to squeeze out those two words.

She stared fixedly at the white-haired figure on the mountain peak. That man, under the overwhelming lightning might, not only didn't kneel to beg for mercy, but instead, his Battle Intent soared to the heavens!

In Yunmeng Marsh, men were appendages, slaves, who had to kneel upon seeing a woman.

But the man before her, alone, dared to confront the heavens and earth!

That back figure, sorrowful, lonely, yet wildly arrogant, was crushing her understanding of the past dozen years into dust!

A thought she had never had before began to grow wildly in her heart.

Perhaps, this was what a real man was. Standing tall, fearless.

Just as Xiaomei's mind was in turmoil, Jiang Feng moved.

He did not retreat; instead, facing the Dragon might that could crush a mountain, he took a step forward.

He looked up, extended a finger, pointing remotely at the divine lightning Dragon in the sky, a trace of extremely arrogant mockery curling at the corner of his mouth.

"A tiny little lightning bug dares to show off in front of me, Old Ancestor?!"

"Do you really think you're a real Dragon? Get down here!"

Before he had even finished speaking, he slammed his left foot onto the ground!

Boom! The black rock cracked inch by inch with his foothold as the center, gravel sent flying by that immense force.

Borrowing this recoil, Jiang Feng leapt into mid-air, throwing a punch toward the lightning Dragon!

Strike first to gain the initiative! He wanted to completely shatter this heavenly might!

The lightning Dragon seemed not to have expected this ant to dare to provoke it actively; a flicker of astonishment flashed in its cold Dragon eyes, immediately followed by endless rage!

Roar! A Dragon roar that shouldn't belong to the Mortal world resounded through the sky. It lowered its arrogant head, opened its lightning-flashing giant mouth, and a purple lightning pillar, condensed to the extreme, shot out toward Jiang Feng's figure.

Jiang Feng was in mid-air and couldn't dodge. But he had no intention of dodging at all!

"Bring it on!"

He let out a loud laugh, pushing his Small Golden Body Art to the limit, dark golden light flowing crazily over his body.

Facing that destructive lightning pillar, he did not dodge or avoid it, just threw a punch!

Fist and lightning pillar collided fiercely in mid-air!

The lightning pillar capable of leveling a mountain top, just upon touching Jiang Feng's fist, was actually swallowed and decomposed inch by inch by the dark golden light on his fist, turning into the purest electrical power, pouring directly into his body!

"Hmm, not a bad taste, just a bit small in quantity."

Jiang Feng's figure didn't stop, passing through the scattered lightning, and appeared directly above the lightning Dragon's head.

Another punch, smashing fiercely onto its rugged Dragon horns!

This punch gathered all the power of his entry-level Small Golden Body Art, as well as the power fed back by his Bloodline!

Crack! A crisp shattering sound resounded through the sky. That pair of indestructible Dragon horns, formed from pure lightning, were actually shattered by his punch!

Purple lightning exploded, and a few drops of viscous purple liquid splashed out from the broken Dragon horns.

Lightning Fluid! This was the essence born from lightning, a treasure for tempering the Physical Body!

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up. He grabbed those few drops of Lightning Fluid and tossed them back toward Xiaomei.

"Girl, find something to catch it! This is good stuff, don't waste it!"

Xiaomei subconsciously reached out to catch them. The few drops of purple Lightning Fluid landed in her hand, warm and moist like jade, radiating vibrant life.

She was completely stunned, staring blankly at the man in mid-air, her eyes filled only with his imposing figure.

The lightning Dragon let out a painful roar. At the spot where the Dragon horns were shattered, lightning gathered again, and visibly, a pair of Dragon horns grew back, even more solid than before!

A lightning pressure even more terrifying than before erupted from its body, with Purple Lightning Peak as the center, sweeping toward the Chilian Tribe and even further places!

...

Below Purple Lightning Peak, Shangguan Wuqing, who had just left not long ago, suddenly turned her head and looked toward the peak.

That terrifying pressure that made her heart palpitate caused her cold face to reveal shock for the first time. "That guy... what on earth has he done!"

She knew very well that this pressure had far exceeded the level of her previous Lightning Tribulation.

"Great Master, should we..." the black-clad woman beside her asked hesitantly.

"Go back and look!"

Shangguan Wuqing did not hesitate at all, ignoring the injuries she had just suppressed, her figure flickered, turning into an afterimage, and she turned back toward Purple Lightning Peak again.

She had a strong premonition that something earth-shattering was happening on the mountain top.

On the other side, at the Chilian Tribe. Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei sat in the stone house, listening to her subordinate's report, her brows slightly furrowed.

When that terrifying lightning pressure descended, she stood up abruptly, rushed out of the stone house, and looked toward the direction of Purple Lightning Peak, her beautiful face filled with shock and disbelief.

"It's that direction... could it be older sister?"

This thought flashed by. She then remembered that Jiang Feng had also asked about Purple Lightning Peak.

"Could it be him?"

The man she thought she could control, but who had repeatedly slipped out of her control!

"Kui!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei called out coldly toward the front of the stone house.

A man dressed in white, with a handsome face but no expression, leapt from the luxurious wooden house to the front of the stone house and knelt on one knee.

The Chilian Tribe's First War Slave, Kui!

"Go to Purple Lightning Peak and see what happened." Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's voice was cold. "Remember, I only want the result."

"Yes, Young Mistress."

The white-clad man was simple and efficient; with a leap, he headed toward Purple Lightning Peak.

It wasn't just the Chilian Tribe. At this moment, in the vast Yunmeng Marsh, the supreme experts of the other seven major tribes, those queens who had been in seclusion for years and ruled over their own domains, all turned their gazes toward the direction of Purple Lightning Peak simultaneously, with varied expressions.

...

And at this moment, at the peak of Purple Lightning Peak, which was the focus of everyone's attention.

The battle had already reached a white-hot stage.

Facing the lightning Dragon, which had re-solidified and whose aura was surging, Jiang Feng did not retreat but advanced, actually leaping directly onto the lightning Dragon's massive body made of lightning!

His legs clamped tightly onto the Dragon's back, ignoring the terrifying lightning that could melt steel as it raged over his body.

His fists turned into afterimages, tirelessly smashing down, frantically bombarding the lightning Dragon's head!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Every punch that landed made the lightning Dragon's massive body tremble violently, emitting roars of pain.

Several drops of Lightning Fluid scattered in the air; these were Jiang Feng's spoils of war.

The lightning Dragon twisted and rolled crazily, trying to shake off the "ant" on its back, but Jiang Feng was like he had taken root on its body, and no matter how it struggled, he remained unmoved.

With a Mortal body, he rode the lightning Dragon of heavenly might, giving it a brutal beating!

Jiang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, appearing like a mad demon. He was completely fearless.

He knew that he no longer had any way out! Today, if the lightning Dragon was not destroyed, he would certainly be crushed into slag by it.