190: Chapter 190: I've spent 300,000 points! I'm now the Thunderfire True Monarch!

Outside the main hall, the mountain wind was biting cold.

The Shushan Sword Sect, once shrouded in Immortal Qi with Flying Swords filling the sky, was now deathly still.

Tens of thousands of Disciples had fled completely. Aside from the scattered mess across the ground, only the cold corpses of several Grand Elders remained, silently recounting the horrific massacre that had just occurred here.

Sword Without Limit sat slumped at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

He watched the retreating backs of Su Yang's group, his eyes hollow and lifeless, like a shell that had lost its Soul.

He knew he was finished. Mount Shu had also completely become a thing of history.

“Little White Strip, come down and receive the guests.”

Su Yang walked to the edge of the cliff and snapped his fingers.

Roar—!

The clouds in the sky broke apart as the massive Frost Giant Dragon dove down, coming to a steady halt in mid-air, its giant body emitting a heart-palpitating chill.

Everyone practicedly leapt onto the Dragon's back.

Bai Li stood at the edge of the Dragon's head, looking down at the completely ruined Golden Peak of Mount Shu.

This had all happened too fast.

A few hours ago, Mount Shu had joined forces with various factions of the Righteous Path to imperiously besiege Qingqiu Mountain, nearly exterminating the Fox Clan.

And now, this leader of the Righteous Path that had endured for three thousand years, from its mountain gate to its treasury, had been directly leveled by this one man. Not even a single hair was left behind.

Bai Li turned her head, looking at Su Yang who was lying on an ice sofa with his legs crossed.

In her purple beautiful eyes, her emotions were extremely complex. There was shock, gratitude, and even a hint of affection that she hadn't noticed herself.

“What are you looking at? Never seen such a handsome husband before?”

Su Yang kept his eyes closed, casually tossing a grape into his mouth as he spoke indistinctly.

Bai Li's pretty face flushed red, and she quickly turned her head away.

“Who's looking at you! Don't flatter yourself!”

“Heh, a woman whose mouth says one thing but her heart feels another.” Su Yang chuckled softly and ignored her further.

“Target, Dragon Tiger Mountain in Jiangxi. Full speed ahead.”

The ice dragon let out a long roar, turning into a streak of white lightning that tore through the sea of clouds, racing toward the southeast.

On the Dragon's back.

Mary, Reba, and Lin Lang—the three women—huddled together, excitedly dividing the loot. Earlier in the Mount Shu treasury, each of them had filled several Storage Pouches.

Chu Ling sat quietly beside Su Yang, like a loyal guard.

Su Yang's consciousness was currently immersed in the System space.

Looking at the dazzling balance of 800,000 points.

Su Yang felt unprecedentedly wealthy and powerful.

“System, open the Advanced Mall.”

Swish!

A dazzling array of product interfaces was instantly listed in Su Yang's mind.

Back when he was poor, he didn't even dare to look at these high-end goods. But now, he was full of confidence.

Top-grade Cultivation Techniques, ancient Magic Treasures, Divine Beast Bloodlines—everything was there.

Su Yang browsed through them once.

In terms of weapons, he had the seven star dragon abyss sword and the thunder god golden bone specifically for breaking all dharmas. For long-range firepower, he had the newly made thunderfire gatling.

Regarding defensive gear, his Physical Body, which had been tempered countless times, was harder than even a top-grade spiritual tool.

After thinking it over, he locked his gaze on a special category.

[Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Fire Seed]: A top-grade Heaven and Earth Strange Fire. Contains the Origin of the Nine Heavens Lightning Tribulation. Can be perfectly fused with the host's current [Pure Yang True Fire].

After Fusion, the True Fire will possess a lightning critical strike attribute. Damage against sinister and evil things will increase tenfold. The temperature is extremely high, capable of burning through the Void Realm.

Price: 300,000 points!

300,000 points for a wisp of flame?

If this were before, Su Yang would have definitely cursed the System for being a scammer.

But now.

“Exchange.”

Su Yang didn't even blink as he directly pressed the confirmation button.

“Ding! 300,000 points deducted! Exchange successful!”

“Congratulations to the host for obtaining the [Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Fire Seed]! Automatic Fusion is in progress...”

Buzz—!

Su Yang felt a sudden jolt deep within his Dantian.

The mass of golden Pure Yang True Fire that had been burning quietly suddenly began to roll violently like a pot of boiling water.

A trace of extremely violent purple-black electrical arcs appeared out of thin air within the golden fire.

The two types of utmost Yang energy began to crazily interweave, devour, and reorganize.

A layer of purple-gold flames uncontrollably seeped out of Su Yang's body.

A terrifyingly high temperature instantly swept across the entire Dragon's back.

“Aow—! So hot, so hot!”

Little White Strip, the Frost Giant Dragon flying at full speed, let out a scream of pain.

The layer of ice on its back was roasted by this flame, directly turning into a large amount of water vapor. If it hadn't been running fast, it probably would have been roasted through by now.

“Boss! What are you doing! Self-immolation?!”

Mary was so scared she quickly pulled Reba and Lin Lang back to the Dragon's tail, looking in horror at Su Yang who was enveloped in purple-gold flames.

Bai Li's eyes widened even further.

As a Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, her perception of fire was extremely keen.

The aura of the flames currently radiating from Su Yang's body actually made her, a Great Demon at the Nascent Soul Stage, feel a tremor in the depths of her Soul.

It felt as if just touching a tiny bit would result in the total destruction of her body and Soul!

“Whew—”

A few minutes later, the flames rolled back into Su Yang's body.

Su Yang slowly opened his eyes.

In his pupils, purple-gold thunder-fire flickered faintly.

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap.

A cluster of purple and gold fire ignited at his fingertip. Inside the flame, countless tiny bolts of lightning were exploding crazily, making crackling sounds.

“Pure Yang Mysterious Thunder Fire.”

Su Yang looked at the masterpiece on his fingertip with satisfaction.

300,000 points—it was worth the price!

With this thing, he wouldn't even need to sweep up the ashes after killing monsters in the future.

“When we get to Dragon Tiger Mountain later, I'll use those old Taoist priests to test its power.”

“Let's see if their Celestial Master Thunder Technique is powerful, or if my Mysterious Thunder Fire is more fierce.”

...

At the same time.

Jiangxi, Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Inside the main hall of the Celestial Masters Mansion, the atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed to solidify.

The current Celestial Master, Zhang Zhengyang, was currently slumped on the grand chair at the head of the hall without any shred of dignity.

His taoist robe was tattered, his hair was charred black, and he still bore the scorch marks from being grazed by thunderfire bullets at Qingqiu Mountain; he looked wretched to the extreme.

Below the hall stood twelve Elders of the Celestial Masters Mansion dressed in purple robes.

“Celestial Master! What has happened to you?!”

The Grand Elder stepped forward, his face full of shock.

Zhang Zhengyang was a great Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, and even more so, the number one person in thunder techniques in the world today. He was one of the top five existences in all of Huaxia.

He took the lead to go to Qingqiu Mountain, so how did he end up in such a miserable, ghostly state?

“It's over... it's all over...”

Zhang Zhengyang's voice trembled, and the hand holding his teacup shook violently, spilling tea all over the floor.

“Mount Shu's haotian mirror is shattered!”

“That monster named Su Yang... he used a single bone to smash the sect-protecting Divine Artifact to pieces!”

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The twelve purple-robed Elders looked at each other, all seeing extreme disbelief in one another's eyes.

“Celestial Master, surely you are joking?”

The Second Elder swallowed hard.

“The haotian mirror is an ancient Legacy treasure, indestructible. Even if a powerhouse at the Soul Transformation Stage made a move, it would be impossible to shatter it in one blow!”

“Furthermore, the Shushan Sword Sect's strength is profound, and Sect Head Sword Without Limit is even more...”

“Report—!!!”

Just then.

A shrill cry came from outside the hall.

A Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciple responsible for intelligence rushed into the hall on all fours. His face was as pale as paper, as if he had seen the end of the world.

“What kind of behavior is this panic! What has happened?!” the Grand Elder shouted sternly.

The Disciple fell to his knees with a thud, his whole body trembling.

“Re... Report to the Celestial Master, and the Elders...”

“Latest intelligence! The Shushan Sword Sect... the Shushan Sword Sect...”

“What happened to Shushan? Speak up!” Zhang Zhengyang stood up abruptly, a strong sense of foreboding suddenly surging in his heart.

“Just half an hour ago.”

The intelligence Disciple swallowed hard, his voice filled with despair.

“Mount Shu's Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation, the Zhou Heaven Star Array, was violently shattered!”

“Three Grand Elders at the half-step Soul Transformation Stage died in battle on the spot; not even their Nascent Souls escaped!”

“Sect Head Sword Without Limit announced... the Shushan Sword Sect is officially disbanded! All Disciples have already been dismissed and sent down the mountain!”

Boom!

This news was like a nuclear bomb detonating directly inside the hall of the Celestial Masters Mansion.

The twelve Elders who didn't believe it just now were all petrified, standing dazed on the spot.

Zhang Zhengyang's legs went weak, and he slumped back into the grand chair.

Disbanded?

The three-thousand-year-old Shushan Sword Sect was actually forced to disband within half an hour?!

“It's him... it must be him!”

Zhang Zhengyang's face was ashen, his eyes filled with extreme terror.

“That god of slaughter named Su Yang... he leveled Mount Shu!”

Zhang Zhengyang suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly remembered that when they were at Qingqiu Mountain, he had once spoken out to provoke that young man.

The other party was a lunatic who would seek revenge for even the smallest grievance!

Since he destroyed Mount Shu, then the next target is definitely...

“Quick! Pass my Celestial Master's Command!”

Zhang Zhengyang jumped up from his chair like a madman, roaring at the top of his lungs.

“Ring the Nine Heavens Alarm Bell!”

“Immediately activate the ‘Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Formation’!”

“Distribute all the Sky Thunder Talismans in the Scripture Pavilion! All Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples, gather at the front mountain square!”

Although the Grand Elder was scared out of his wits, he still forced himself to stay calm.

“Celestial Master, there's no need to be so panicked, is there?”

“Our Dragon Tiger Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism, and we specialize in thunder techniques. Thunder techniques are the most fierce power in the world, specifically countering all evil Body Cultivators.”

“If he really dares to come, as long as he steps into our Dragon Tiger Mountain territory and we trigger the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, we will surely make it so he never returns!”

Just as the Grand Elder finished speaking.

Rumble—!

The originally clear sky outside suddenly let out a dull thunderous boom.

Following that, the main peak of the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain began to vibrate violently.

On the roof of the hall, countless dust particles fell down.

A bone-chilling aura, even more piercing than the depth of winter, mixed with a violent Dragon's might, instantly enveloped the entire Celestial Masters Mansion.

Zhang Zhengyang's face instantly turned deathly pale as he looked despairingly outside the hall.

“Too late...”

“That Living Yama... he has already arrived.”

...

The front mountain square of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

At this moment, thousands of Celestial Masters Mansion Disciples had already finished their emergency assembly.

Everyone held a handful of yellow Talismans, staring at the sky as if facing a great enemy.

In mid-air.

A massive Frost Giant Dragon circled beneath the thick thunderclouds.

Although the dragon's size was enormous, what truly made everyone feel suffocated was the black-clothed youth standing on the dragon's head.

Su Yang stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the Taoist priests waiting in battle formation below.

Watching the layer of defensive formation shimmering with violent thunder light rising over the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain, he couldn't help but let out a sneer.

“Playing with lightning in front of me?”

Su Yang extended his right hand, the purple-gold Mysterious Thunder Fire dancing at his fingertip.

“Truly seeking death.”