241: Today, you must die!

If Lu Chen had been in the Early Golden Core Stage, even with the Nine Dragons protecting his body, he would have undoubtedly died!

But—

Now, he was in the Middle Golden Core Stage!

The Nine Heavens Dragon Vein Art had opened all hundred Meridians, his Physical Body was like a Dragon, and his spiritual power was like a sea!

“All of you, shatter!!” Lu Chen raised his dragon fiend spear high!!

In an instant, the spear boomed, and five dazzling pillars of light shot up from his body, tearing through the sky!

They were the Five Elements of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth—five Dragons!

The Metal Dragon roared, its sharpness piercing the heavens!

The Wood Dragon danced, full of vitality!

The Water Dragon surged, a cold tide sweeping forth!

The Fire Dragon burned the sky, its flames spreading like a prairie fire!

The Earth Dragon suppressed the mountains, as profound as an abyss!

These five giant Dragons, formed by pure spiritual power, were not illusory images but burst forth from his Dantian, Meridians, and flesh, real and tangible, carrying the tremor of Origin power!

The pupils of the five Great Golden Core Cultivators constricted, their hearts struck as if by lightning!

They could also use spiritual power to manifest Five Elements forms, but those were merely external imitations, relying on Magical Artifacts to draw in natural elements, being superficial.

But Lu Chen—

It burst directly from within his body! As if his flesh, bones, and Dantian were themselves containers for the Five Elements Origin!

“This… impossible!!” Madam Shuang cried out in disbelief, her usually icy face now filled with horror, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, “You… you can control the Five Elements alone?! This violates the heavenly principles!!”

As the Sect Leader of the Profound Ice Sect, she controlled the only rift on the Tianqi Continent leading to the Spirit Realm, and had once been fortunate enough to receive a trace of fragmented information from the Spirit Realm, learning a forbidden truth that had been sealed for ten thousand years:

“The reason Cultivation on the Tianqi Continent is so troublesome, requiring one to choose only one of the Five Elements, and also one of the eight gates, or one of the twelve zodiac signs, is because of the Spirit Realm’s suppression of the Tianqi Continent’s rules. No one can Cultivate more than one of the Five Elements!”

This was an absolute blockade of the Lower Realm’s Cultivation system by the Spirit Realm, unbroken for ten thousand years!

Yet, Lu Chen had broken this iron law!

Lu Chen Cultivated the “Five Elements Inverse Deduction Art,” which allowed him to ignore the Spirit Realm’s blockade and directly Cultivate the Five Elements.

Lu Chen stood with his spear, surrounded by five Dragons, the power of the Five Elements interwoven around him, forming a rotating Five Elements Domain—

“Boom—!!!”

One spear thrust out!

The five Dragons roared in unison, the power of the Five Elements fused into one, transforming into a Chaos pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth!

Bai Qi’s Demonic Dragon Piercing Heart, Hui Ming’s Buddha’s Wrath Descends, Madam Shuang’s Frost Soul Ice Slash, Lei Xingming’s Thunder Prison Nine Heavens, Old Monster Mo’s Ink Fiend Devouring Soul—

The five ultimate moves, upon touching the Five Elements Domain, disintegrated inch by inch like ice meeting the sun!

“Puff!!!”

“Ah—!”

The five people screamed in unison, their figures flying backward, blood gushing out!

Bai Qi’s battle armor shattered, his tiger’s mouth split open; Hui Ming’s Buddha light dispersed, his kasaya stained with blood; Madam Shuang’s ice armor completely shattered, her face as pale as gold paper; Lei Xingming’s thunder chains broke, charred black like charcoal; Old Monster Mo’s Magical Artifact exploded, blood flowing from his seven orifices!

The five landed, all severely injured, with no strength left to fight.

Lu Chen slowly retracted his spear, the five Dragons returned to his body, and the Five Elements Domain dissipated.

Great Master Hui Ming, who was in the Late Golden Core Stage, no longer had his previous arrogance and killing intent, only fear remained in his eyes.

He looked at Lu Chen’s unfathomable figure, and the last trace of Battle Intent in his heart collapsed—

“This is simply not a battle between Cultivators of the same stage…!!”

He dared not fight again, turning to use “Shrinking the Ground into an Inch” to escape!

But just as he moved—

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

Several pale bone chains broke through the air, coiling around him like living snakes, instantly locking his limbs tightly and slamming him back to the ground!

The bone chains were chilling, covered with strange runes, emitting a cold Death Qi.

Hui Ming’s pupils constricted, and upon a closer look, his blood almost froze: “This… this is… Ghost Left Emissary’s Magical Artifact?! The White Bone Soul-Restraining Chains!”

Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, saying faintly: “Using your Cihang Sect’s Magical Artifact to shackle you, this hypocritical and false Buddhist Great Master… can be considered making the best use of it, living up to your reputation of ‘eliminating demons and defending the Dao’ back then.”

Hui Ming’s face turned ashen, he roared and struggled, his Golden Core fully erupting, spiritual power surging like a tide!

But the white bone chains remained motionless, as if they were locking not a person, but a mountain!

Just a High Grade Magical Artifact, yet it rendered him, a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator, utterly unable to break free!

He finally realized—

“You are clearly only in the Middle Golden Core Stage, why is your spiritual power so profound? Why is your Divine Sense so powerful?! Even my Buddhist heart’s Divine Thought is suppressed and unable to condense… You… you give me a feeling even more terrifying than those legendary Nascent Soul Cultivators! What is your Cultivation level?!”

Lu Chen sneered, his gaze like a knife: “Want to know? When you go to Hell, I’ll teach you.”

Just then, Old Monster Mo, who was heavily injured and lying on the ground, suddenly roared hoarsely: “Madam Shuang!! What are you waiting for?! Quickly use your Spirit Treasure!! Otherwise, we will all die here!!”

Upon hearing this, Hui Ming, like a drowning man grasping at driftwood, suddenly looked up at Madam Shuang, his voice trembling: “Madam Shuang… you… you really have that Spirit Treasure?! Use it quickly! Kill this Prodigy!! Otherwise, none of us will survive!!”

Bai Qi remained silent, his eyes complex, staring intently at Madam Shuang—

He recognized that item.

It was a legendary treasure that even Nascent Soul Cultivators trembled before!

—the profound ice samadhi fan!

The Profound Ice Sect’s treasure, a heaven-reaching spirit treasures!

It was rumored that this fan was personally bestowed by the Spirit Realm, given to the Profound Ice Sect to guard the Spirit Realm rift, possessing the power to shatter the rules of the world!

Once unleashed, it would release the profound ice samadhi true fire, automatically locking onto enemies. Anyone below Soul Transformation, upon contact, would be extinguished! If a Nascent Soul Cultivator was hit, their Divine Soul would also be destroyed, never to be reincarnated!

Everyone knew that Madam Shuang was originally the wife of Wanyan Shuang, the Sect Leader of the Profound Ice Sect.

Two hundred years ago, Sect Leader Wanyan Shuang suffered Qi Deviation while Cultivating, accidentally killing his twin infant sons.

Madam Shuang was heartbroken, and from then on, she left the Profound Ice Sect, traveled far to the Southern Barbarian lands, founded the Profound Ice Pavilion, and no longer concerned herself with worldly affairs.

But no one expected—

She had actually secretly taken this sect-protecting treasure with her!

This showed that Wanyan Shuang truly loved Madam Shuang. This was a sect-protecting treasure; he was even willing to let her take such an important Spirit Realm treasure.

Madam Shuang’s expression was complex, a trace of pain and reminiscence flashing in her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand and took out a jade fan, entirely dark blue, from her spatial Magical Artifact.

The fan surface was carved with ice lotus patterns. With a gentle wave, the surrounding temperature plummeted, the air condensed into frost, and ice patterns cracked across the ground.

She gazed at the fan, her eyes complex, as if she saw again the loving and tender scenes of herself with Wanyan Shuang and their children.

The image shattered, Madam Shuang’s eyes turned cold, returning to a resolute state.

She raised her hand, pointed the fan at Lu Chen, her voice as cold as ten thousand years of profound ice:

“Young man, you are very strong. So strong that I, an old fellow who has lived for five hundred years, cannot help but feel respect. You are the first Cultivator on the Tianqi Continent in nearly ten thousand years who truly has the potential to break the Spirit Realm’s blockade.”

“For both public and private reasons, I must kill you today. The Tianqi Continent cannot allow someone as powerful as you to exist.”

“Today, you must die.”