191: Chapter 191 Trying to outplay me with grenades? That's called static electricity friction!

"Truly seeking death."

Su Yang stood atop the Frost Giant Dragon's head, looking down from above.

His right hand was slightly raised, and the wisp of purple-gold Profound Lightning Fire on his fingertip did not extinguish in the gale; instead, it danced even more cheerfully.

Below was the entire front mountain square of the Celestial Masters Mansion on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Thousands of Disciples in taoist robes sat cross-legged in specific positions.

Each of them held a blue-glowing Lightning Talisman.

A massive semi-transparent purple light barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, tightly protected the main peak of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

On the surface of the barrier, dense lightning slithered and intertwined like poisonous snakes, emitting a scalp-numbing "zizi" sound.

This was the ultimate trump card passed down for a millennium on Dragon Tiger Mountain—the Nine Heavens Myriad Lightning Demon-Subduing Grand Formation!

On the high platform in the center of the grand Formation.

The current Celestial Master Zhang Zhengyang, with disheveled hair, held a Celestial Master Sword made of millennium lightning-struck wood, his eyes reflecting the madness of someone burning their bridges.

"Su Yang! Don't you dare be so arrogant!"

Amplified by the Formation, Zhang Zhengyang's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, echoing through the clouds.

"You destroyed Mount Shu because that trash Sword Without Limit was unskilled! That doesn't mean you can cover the sky with one hand in my Huaxia Cultivation World!"

"My Dragon Tiger Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism, the general outline of the world's Lightning Art!"

"You brought such extremely yin and evil things like a Vampire and a Flying Zombie, and yet you dare to run wild on my Dragon Tiger Mountain's territory?"

"Today, this humble Taoist will represent the world's Righteous Path and use these Nine Heavens Myriad Lightnings to strike you and these prodigies until your Divine Souls are obliterated!"

Zhang Zhengyang shouted these words with righteous indignation and full Aura.

The Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples below, who were initially a bit scared, gained confidence upon hearing the Celestial Master's encouragement and seeing the Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation, which was said to be able to strike even Soul Transformation Stage old monsters to death.

"The Celestial Master is mighty! Slay the Devil Head!"

"Our Dragon Tiger Mountain Lightning Art is number one in the world! It specifically counters all evil!"

"Let him taste the flavor of myriad lightnings striking his head!"

Thousands of Disciples roared in unison, waves of sound rising higher and higher.

On the Dragon's back.

Reba looked at the purple sea of lightning below and tugged at Su Yang's sleeve worriedly.

"Boss, this Formation looks so scary. The lightning is almost connecting into a sea."

Mary also frowned.

As a member of the Blood Race, she naturally felt an aversion to such extremely yang things like lightning.

The Aura emitted by the Formation below made her skin sting in waves.

"Boss, should I throw a few bombs down first to scout the way?" Mary pulled out a high-explosive grenade from her backpack.

"No need."

Su Yang casually stuffed the bomb back into Mary's hand.

He glanced at Chu Ling and Lin Lang standing quietly nearby.

Chu Ling was a Purple Thunder Flying Zombie; not only was she not afraid of lightning, but she also showed a hint of desire for the lightning Formation below.

Lin Lang, the Yaochi Holy Maiden, had her brows furrowed, clearly knowing the power of this Myriad Lightning Grand Formation.

"The Celestial Master said they are the ancestors of playing with lightning."

Su Yang stretched, his bones making cracking sounds.

"If I use physical means to smash them, they definitely won't be convinced."

"Today, I'll use the method they are best at to give them a good lesson."

Su Yang took a step forward and jumped directly off the Dragon's head!

"Boss!" Reba exclaimed.

Without riding a sword or using any flying Magic Treasure.

Su Yang was like a free-falling stone, crashing straight toward the violent purple lightning barrier below.

Zhang Zhengyang on the high platform saw this, and a flash of wild joy erupted in his eyes.

"This kid is crazy! He actually dares to charge into the lightning Formation with his Physical Body!"

"He's seeking death!"

"Elders, hear my command! Activate the Formation! Kill!"

Zhang Zhengyang suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto the Celestial Master Sword, and then thrust the longsword fiercely into the Formation's eye.

Rumble—!

The entire Dragon Tiger Mountain shook violently.

The Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation seemed to have completely activated a terrifying Vicious Beast.

The purple lightning on the barrier's surface instantly surged tenfold!

Tens of thousands of lightning bolts as thick as buckets converged in mid-air into a giant purple thunder dragon, opening its bloody maw to swallow the falling Su Yang in one bite!

The power of this strike was something even the three half-step Soul Transformation old monsters met at Mount Shu could definitely not withstand; they would be turned into fly ash instantly.

The lightning light reflected the excited faces of all the Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples.

They seemed to have already seen the scene of this arrogant Devil Head being struck into charcoal.

However.

Facing this thunder dragon capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Su Yang, in mid-air, just lightly raised his right hand.

He didn't activate any Protective Aura.

He only aimed that soybean-sized wisp of purple-gold flame at the pouncing thunder dragon.

"Just this much power."

A contemptuous cold smile curled at the corner of Su Yang's mouth.

"You call this a lightning art?"

"The static electricity from rubbing a sweater in winter has more kick than this thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Boom!

That incredibly massive purple thunder dragon slammed hard onto Su Yang's fingertip.

There was no deafening explosion.

Nor was there the imagined scene of flesh and blood flying.

A bizarre scene appeared.

Upon contacting the wisp of purple-gold Profound Lightning Fire on Su Yang's fingertip.

That violent thunder dragon was like a mouse seeing a cat, or a water droplet falling into a sponge.

It actually didn't produce any destructive power!

Instead, at an extremely terrifying speed, it was crazily absorbed and devoured by that weak wisp of flame!

Zizizi—!

The flame was like a bottomless black hole.

No matter how much lightning power the Formation output, it took it all.

In less than three seconds.

That hundred-meter-long thunder dragon was actually sucked dry! Not even a single electric spark remained!

And the flame on Su Yang's fingertip didn't extinguish; instead, because it absorbed massive energy, it surged in the wind, turning into a blazing purple-gold fireball!

"This... this is impossible!"

The wild joy on Zhang Zhengyang's face on the high platform froze instantly, his eyeballs almost bulging out.

He stared fixedly at the purple-gold flame in Su Yang's hand, his brain blank.

"The Formation's attack... was absorbed?"

"What kind of fire is that?! It can actually devour Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder?!"

Not just him.

The thousands of Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples below who were desperately channeling spiritual power were also stunned.

They felt their spiritual power like a bursting flood, uncontrollably drained by the Formation and then swallowed by the man floating in mid-air.

"What's going on? My spiritual power is almost drained dry!"

"That kid isn't human! He's a monster!"

"Celestial Master! Quickly stop the Formation! If this continues, we'll die of spiritual exhaustion!"

Panic began to spread rapidly through the crowd.

"Stop? I can't stop it!"

Zhang Zhengyang was sweating profusely, desperately trying to pull out the Celestial Master Sword from the Formation's eye, only to find the blade held fast by a terrifying suction, unable to move it at all!

The Formation had lost control!

In mid-air.

Su Yang floated steadily, holding that increasingly large purple-gold fireball.

He looked at the panicked Dragon Tiger Mountain crowd below, his gaze extremely cold.

"Don't you claim to be the general outline of the world's Lightning Art?"

"Why is there only this much output? Haven't you eaten?"

Su Yang shook his head impatiently.

"Since you're out of power, it's my turn."

"It's only polite to return the favor."

"Let me show you what a real 300,000-point Advanced item looks like!"

Su Yang squeezed his right hand suddenly.

The massive purple-gold fireball was instantly compressed into a high-density energy ball only the size of a fist.

A destructive Aura a hundred times more terrifying than the previous Nine Heavens Myriad Lightning erupted!

The surrounding space, under the tearing of this high temperature and lightning, actually showed fine black cracks.

"Giving it back to you!"

Su Yang waved his hand casually.

Swish!

The purple-gold energy ball turned into a shooting star, crashing straight toward the purple defensive barrier below.

"Defend! Quickly, full defense!"

Zhang Zhengyang roared hoarsely, tears even coming out from urgency.

He could feel that the seemingly small energy ball contained terrifying power enough to level the entire main peak of Dragon Tiger Mountain!

All Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples bit the tips of their tongues, desperately spraying their life essence blood onto the Lightning Talismans in their hands, trying to reinforce the Formation's defense.

However, everything was in vain.

Boom—!!!

The moment the purple-gold energy ball contacted the defensive barrier.

There was no stalemate, no resistance.

It was like a red-hot iron ball hitting a thin layer of ice.

The supposedly indestructible Nine Heavens Myriad Lightning Demon-Subduing Grand Formation instantly melted a huge hole!

Immediately after, the terrifying purple-gold Profound Lightning Fire spread crazily along the Formation's patterns.

"Crack! Crack!"

The entire defensive barrier was like a piece of shattered glass, crumbling inch by inch!

"Pfft—!"

The Formation was violently broken.

Thousands of Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples simultaneously suffered extremely severe backlash.

A rain of blood instantly fell on the square.

Countless Disciples spat blood and fell, and even over a hundred Outer Sect Disciples with lower cultivation had their heart vessels shattered by the backlash, dying on the spot!

Zhang Zhengyang on the high platform was even more like he was struck by lightning, flying back dozens of meters and crashing heavily into a pillar of the main hall.

The Celestial Master Sword in his hand, made of millennium lightning-struck wood, exploded directly into fragments!

One move!

Just one move!

Dragon Tiger Mountain's proud Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation, broken!

Thousands of elite Disciples, heavily injured!

"Is... is this his true strength..."

On the back of the Frost Giant Dragon in the sky.

Lin Lang looked at the Dragon Tiger Mountain square below, which looked like an asura field, her delicate body unable to stop trembling slightly.

She had seen Su Yang violently dismantle a Formation in Yaochi before.

But then Su Yang used the physical attack of the thunder god golden bone.

But now.

He actually crushed the opponent with the purest Spells in the lightning art field where Dragon Tiger Mountain excelled most!

This all-around dimensional reduction strike made one feel deep despair.

"My boss is handsome, right?"

Mary nudged the dazed Lin Lang with her elbow, her face full of pride.

"This old Taoist deserves it; out of everyone to provoke, he had to provoke our grudge-holding boss."

On the square.

Residual purple-gold flames were still burning, heating the bluestone slabs red.

Su Yang slowly landed on the high platform.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked step by step toward the slumped Zhang Zhengyang.

"Celestial Master Zhang, that was quite a scene just now."

Su Yang walked up to Zhang Zhengyang, looking down at him.

"Now, the Formation is gone."

"Should we settle the debt of you instigating Mount Shu to besiege my wife at Qingqiu Mountain?"

Zhang Zhengyang was covered in blood, his Aura withered to the extreme.

He looked at Su Yang's excessively young face, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

He knew begging for mercy was useless.

Mount Shu's end was the best proof.

"Su Yang... you won..."

Zhang Zhengyang coughed blood while showing a tragic smile.

"But my Dragon Tiger Mountain has been passed down for two thousand years and will never bow to a Devil Head like you!"

"Do you really think that by breaking a Formation, you can destroy the Legacy of my Celestial Masters Mansion?!"

Zhang Zhengyang suddenly straightened up.

He suddenly pulled out a square, pitch-black, ancient Seal carved with nine thunder dragons from his robe.

As soon as this Seal appeared.

The lightning Aura that had already dissipated actually converged crazily again.

An ancient, pure destructive pressure, even more intense than the Formation earlier, emitted from the Seal.

"Ancestral Celestial Master's Thunder Seal?!"

Several heavily injured Elders in the distance saw this Seal and screamed in terror.

"Celestial Master, you mustn't! Using this Seal will destroy the Dragon Tiger Mountain's ley lines, and this blessed land will be completely ruined!"

Zhang Zhengyang completely ignored the Elders' advice.

He had gone completely mad.

"Ancestral Master above! Unworthy descendant Zhang Zhengyang today sacrifices his life for the Seal!"

"I request the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to slay the devil!"

Zhang Zhengyang bit off his own tongue and sprayed most of the tongue blood along with his own Nascent Soul directly onto that black thunder Seal.

Boom!

The thunder Seal absorbed the Nascent Soul Cultivator's essence blood and Divine Soul, instantly erupting with blinding black light and soaring into the sky.

The originally clear night sky.

Instantly became pitch black as ink.

Thunderclouds within a hundred miles converged crazily, forming a giant black vortex above Dragon Tiger Mountain.

In the center of the vortex.

A giant thunder eye, seemingly from the ancient Heavenly Dao, slowly opened.

That eye had no emotion, only pure destruction and the will of heavenly punishment.

Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Eye!

This was the strongest trump card left by the Ancestral Celestial Master, sealing a wisp of true Nine Heavens Heavenly Tribulation Thunder!

Facing such heavenly might that even Soul Transformation Stage old monsters would avoid.

Su Yang stood on the high platform, looking up at the giant thunder eye in the sky.

Not only did he not have a hint of fear.

Instead, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"True Nine Heavens Heavenly Tribulation Thunder?"

Su Yang licked his lips and flipped his wrist; that rusty thunder-guiding divine needle appeared in his hand again.

"After waiting for so long, a decent super-capacity power bank has finally arrived."