Chapter 116 Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique

Simply put, a Talisman can be seen as a single-use Magical Artifact or Magic Treasure. Because its functions are so numerous, merely classifying them is enough to make ordinary people dizzy.

The Five Thunders Talisman is a type of high-level Talisman, containing the power of the Five Elements Divine Thunder. When fully activated, its destructive power might even surpass that of a top-grade magic treasure.

Murong Jie was truly enraged this time, directly taking out his ultimate trump card, preparing to unleash all his power at once to blast Ye Fan and the entire Martial Arts Practice Field away!

The Five Thunders Talisman shone brightly, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth. Rolling thunderclouds instantly covered the Martial Arts Practice Field, turning the clear sky for thousands of miles dark and oppressive. This unprecedented sight made even Ye Fan feel the pressure.

Su Ningxue and the others were about to intervene, but Ye Fan stopped them at the last moment.

"Leave it to me."

"What time is it, and you're still trying to act tough? You can't withstand this strike!" Su Ningxue couldn't help but shout.

Ye Fan didn't reply. He summoned his top-grade magic treasure, the yinglong sword, in return. Accompanied by a clear dragon roar, an unrivaled Aura rose around Ye Fan.

"This is... a top-grade magic treasure?!"

Murong Jie's pupils seemed to shake, and he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of Ye Fan.

Although he was the eldest son of the Murong Family, he had only been allocated a few Medium Grade Magic Treasures at most.

Yet Ye Fan, merely a Disciple of a third-rate Sect, actually possessed a top-grade magic treasure in hand. This made Murong Jie burn with jealousy.

Qing Mingzi and the other high-ranking figures of the Joyous Union Sect were stunned speechless, unable to figure out just how much wealth Ye Fan possessed.

First the startling thunder seal, and now the yinglong sword. When did top-grade magic treasures become so cheap?!

"Junior Sister, just how many good things did you give Ye Fan?!"

Qing Mingzi looked at Su Ningxue with resentment. Ever since she revealed her low-grade spirit treasure in public, in everyone's perception, all of Ye Fan's Magic Treasures must have been given by Su Ningxue.

Su Ningxue showed no reaction on her face, but she was speechless in her heart, thinking that if they knew even the low-grade spirit treasure was a gift from Ye Fan, their expressions would probably be even more spectacular.

Seeing this, Murong Jie's jealousy intensified, and he unleashed the full power of the Five Thunders Talisman at once.

Regardless of success or failure, this Talisman would turn into scrap paper after this strike.

"Die!"

In an instant, hundreds of Five Elements Divine Thunders, as thick as thighs, tore through the clouds. Before the lightning even arrived, the bluestone pavement of the Martial Arts Practice Field shattered consecutively. The Joyous Union Sect Disciples watching from a distance turned pale with fright and hastily retreated, fearing they would be caught in the heavenly lightning's aftermath.

Only Ye Fan stood alone with his sword, treating the heavenly lightning as nothing. He manipulated the yinglong sword to roar into the sky, directly meeting the hundreds of Five Elements Divine Thunders head-on. It acted like a lightning rod, drawing all the attacks to one point. Such a reckless action appeared suicidal to the crowd.

One had to know that Magic Treasures were often cultivated alongside the Cultivator's life force. Once destroyed, the backlash alone would be enough to severely injure them.

Even if the yinglong sword was a top-grade magic treasure, it couldn't withstand such violent attacks.

If the Flying Sword was destroyed, Ye Fan would be skinned alive even if he didn't die.

After a moment of stupefaction, Murong Jie mocked Ye Fan for overestimating himself, saying that a top-grade magic treasure was wasted in his hands.

The yinglong sword trembled under the bombardment of the heavenly lightning, and mournful dragon cries echoed throughout the venue. The intense backlash caused Ye Fan's internal organs to shift, and even the skin all over his body began to crack inch by inch, with blood spraying out incessantly.

Yun Li, watching from outside the field, felt her vision go black and fainted directly.

Although Murong Wan didn't speak, her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. She didn't even notice the blood staining the ground beneath her feet.

Su Ningxue couldn't help but want to intervene, but she was stopped by a voice in the dark.

"Don't move, this Little Fellow can hold on."

"That voice is... the Old Ancestor?!"

Just when everyone thought Ye Fan was certain to die, the trembling yinglong sword gradually stabilized, having actually withstood the continuous bombardment of the heavenly lightning.

From a distance, an ancient Yinglong shadow appeared on the sword body, as if it were alive, soaring through the thunderclouds.

Ye Fan endured the pain of the lightning's backlash, but the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed.

"It seems your lightning isn't fierce enough. This round, I win."

"Wh-what?!"

Before Murong Jie could understand what happened, he suddenly felt he had lost control over the Five Thunders Talisman. The lightning covering the sky frantically converged onto the yinglong sword, no longer obeying his command.

"Ye Fan's technique seems similar to the Qingyun Sect's Divine Sword Art... but the power is a bit too immense... He actually controlled the Five Elements Divine Thunder?!" Qing Mingzi was dumbfounded.

Under Murong Jie's horrified gaze, the lightning covering the sky gathered on the yinglong sword, roaring towards him like an enraged ancient Thunder Dragon. Even though he resisted with all his might, he couldn't stop it.

"Divine Sword Thunder Control Art... I apologize for the crude display!"

"No!"

The ancient Thunder Dragon streaked across the sky, its terrifying power seeming ready to tear apart the firmament. Murong Jie's figure was instantly swallowed, scaring the Black-Robed Protector almost to the point of fainting.

"Young Master!"

The Black-Robed Protector disregarded everything else and plunged into the Thunder Dragon to save Murong Jie.

In just three to five seconds, Murong Jie had almost turned into charcoal, his body pitch black, as if he had just been dug out of a small coal kiln.

If he hadn't promptly taken the Protector's Medicinal Pill to cling to his last breath, Murong Jie's life would have been forfeit.

As for the Protector, he wasn't much better off. His black robe was shredded, revealing his aged true appearance, and half of his body was nearly carbonized. This terrifying power shocked him deeply.

But with his Young Master injured like this right before his eyes, it was a serious dereliction of duty for him as a Protector.

If he returned like this, he would inevitably face severe punishment.

The Black-Robed Man thought of this, his eyes turned red, and he transformed into a gust of strong wind attacking Ye Fan, intending to capture him to account for the failure.

But before he could reach his destination, a sword gleam tore through the sky and earth, forcing the Black-Robed Man to defend with all his might. After one exchange, he was blasted several miles away.

"You... Who dares obstruct me!" the Black-Robed Man roared in uncontrollable fury.

Su Ningxue descended gracefully, her peerlessly beautiful face covered in frost.

"Interfering in the bet to save someone is one thing, but now you still want to attack the victor. Do you really think my Joyous Union Sect has no one left?!"

The Black-Robed Protector still wanted to say something, but over a dozen Core Formation Realm Experts, including Sect Head Qing Mingzi, rushed over, their terrifying Auras making his scalp tingle.

The saying 'a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake' was absolutely true. Seeing the situation, the Black-Robed Protector could only swallow his anger, throw a few harsh words, and flee.

The top-grade magic treasure yinglong sword combined with the Earth Rank Low Grade Divine Ability, Divine Sword Thunder Control Art, allowed Ye Fan to achieve an upset victory across a major Realm boundary.

This strike nearly drained all of Ye Fan's spiritual power. Seeing the Black-Robed Man flee, he couldn't hold on any longer. His vision went black, and he fainted.

In the end, he only felt a burst of fragrance as he was caught in Murong Wan's arms just in time.

Ye Fan didn't wake up until three days later. If Murong Wan hadn't constantly urged him, he would have been reluctant to leave that haven of tenderness.

"One last time."

Murong Wan couldn't resist Ye Fan's soft persuasion and could only follow his wishes by leaning down.

"Hoo... This beating wasn't in vain."