136: Chapter 136 Divine Art to Summon Lightning

The moment Lin Duwu's fist smashed down, golden light burst forth from the shrine.

A golden figure instantly appeared in front of the statue of Lord Qinling.

A hand stretched out from the golden light, its five fingers spread wide, steadily catching that fist.

Lin Duwu's fist stopped there, a mere three chi away from the center of the rosewood statue's brows.

Dense blood qi still wrapped around his fist, but that fist could no longer advance an inch.

Lin Duwu's pupils violently contracted, raising his head to look at the owner of that hand.

The golden light gradually receded, revealing a vague figure.

That face still couldn't be seen clearly, but that pair of eyes was bright.

Those eyes were looking right at him with no particular expression.

Lin Duwu withdrew his fist and took a step back.

The one who struck was naturally Qin Ling; at this moment, he blocked in front of the statue, watching Lin Duwu withdraw his fist.

From this single punch, he knew the opponent's cultivation level, which was roughly the strength of the early stage of the Fifth Revolution.

He truly hadn't paid attention to this black-robed person just now.

Because he had been looking at the system panel all along, still calculating his incense points.

Only then did he notice that the black-robed person had walked out from the crowd, failing to notice that the black-robed person had been standing at the temple entrance.

By the time Qin Ling reacted, he saw the black-robed person raise a fist and smash it toward the rosewood statue.

He stood up directly from the shrine, took a step out, blocked in front of the statue, and reached out to catch that fist.

Having withdrawn his fist, Lin Duwu shifted his gaze away from the golden figure in front of him and swept across the side halls on both sides of the main hall.

He swept past the densely packed commoners watching from under the courtyard wall.

He withdrew his gaze and let it fall back onto that golden figure.

Lin Duwu spoke.

"There are too many people here, we can't stretch out, and there's no need to let them die in vain. Let's change places to fight."

Hearing these words, Qin Ling raised an eyebrow.

He had also been thinking about this issue originally.

The temple courtyard was full of commoners, and beside the main hall stood Pei Se, Qin Yin, and Qin Mo.

This black-robed person was a fifth-revolution martial artist; if he fought the opponent here, he would inevitably injure some commoners.

As it turned out, the very problem he was considering was actually proactively brought up by this black-robed person.

Hearing this, Qin Ling immediately raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air toward Lin Duwu.

Golden light surged out from his palm, condensing into a huge palm with five fingers wide open, which tightly grabbed Lin Duwu's body.

Then, he executed the divine skill Divine Travel Across the World, directly transforming into a streak of golden light that sped toward outside the county town.

Outside the city was a patch of wasteland covered in weeds.

Qin Ling arrived at this wasteland, and the giant golden hand loosened accordingly, causing Lin Duwu to fall from mid-air with a dull thud.

Lin Duwu steadied himself and raised his head to look at the golden figure before him.

In just the span of a few blinks, he had been brought outside the county town by this so-called Lord Qinling.

It seemed this guy playing god really had some tricks up his sleeve.

Lin Duwu's gaze looking toward the golden figure turned slightly solemn.

The commoners inside the county town all raised their heads to watch that streak of golden light speed toward outside the city.

Immediately following that, a young man shouted atop the city wall.

"Come and look quickly! Lord Qinling has dragged that black-robed person outside the city!"

Hearing these words, more and more commoners surged toward the direction of the city wall.

As more and more commoners arrived atop the city wall, they looked out toward the outside of the city.

They saw that the wasteland outside the city looked like a golden sea, with withered grass reaching waist-deep, swaying gently in the wind.

Standing in the center of the wasteland were two people: one was a golden figure, its entire body shrouded in a layer of faint golden light.

And another wearing a black robe whose hood had been blown off by the wind, revealing a thin face.

When the commoners on the city wall saw the golden figure, excitement surged across each and every one of their faces.

After all, many commoners here had never seen Lord Qinling; they had only heard what it was like when Lord Qinling manifested.

And at this moment, they were witnessing Lord Qinling with their own eyes—how could they not be excited!

Even those commoners who had witnessed Lord Qinling's manifestations before all had torch-like gazes at this moment.

Qin Yin arrived on the city wall, her hand resting on the hilt of her saber.

Qin Mo stood beside her, with his long spear propped on the ground.

Pei Se stood in the middle of them, a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

On that wasteland outside the city, Lin Duwu shifted his gaze away from the golden figure before him and glanced at the densely packed heads on the city wall.

Those people crowded behind the battlements, pressed against the wall bricks, stood on tiptoes, stretched their necks, and looked toward this side.

In their eyes, there was no fear, no panic, only a kind of emotion he couldn't quite understand.

This emotion seemed to be... peace of mind?

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he withdrew his gaze, letting it fall back onto that golden figure.

He had come here to kill Lord Qinling; this was his true target.

Lin Duwu moved.

His fist thrust out from his waist—not a straight punch, but a collapsing punch. With the fist face forward and his arm twisting, it was like a compressed spring suddenly released.

That blood qi compressed to the extreme burst forth from the face of his fist, slamming toward Qin Ling's chest.

Wherever the fist wind passed, withered grass was uprooted, soil was overturned, and the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp hiss.

His fist was fast, so fast it was like a bolt of black lightning; so fast that the commoners on the city wall only saw a blur flash across the wasteland.

But Qin Ling was even faster than him.

Qin Ling had no intention of taking it head-on; he sidestepped and shifted his footing horizontally.

Divine skill Divine Travel Across the World!

His body disappeared from in front of Lin Duwu's fist, reappearing three zhang away.

Lin Duwu's fist smashed into the spot where he had just been standing. With a loud "boom", the ground blasted open into a deep pit three chi square, soil splashing and gravel flying everywhere.

Qin Ling stood three zhang away watching him as Lin Duwu pulled his fist out of the pit and shook the dirt off his hand.

His gaze locked onto Lin Duwu, his legs slightly bent, springing up from the edge of the pit to pounce toward Qin Ling.

His fist technique came one punch after another, like a torrential rain, like a raging tide, like an endless wave.

Qin Ling did not retaliate, only dodging—one step, two steps, three steps.

Every single time, the moment before Lin Duwu's fist was about to touch his body, he would disappear from his spot and reappear in another position.

Qin Ling dodged yet another punch and stood firm three zhang away.

While evading the strikes, he simultaneously raised his right hand with two fingers pressed together, his fingertips pointing toward the sky.

Golden light lit up from his fingertips as Qin Ling used a divine skill he had never used before.

Summoning Lightning!

He hadn't used this divine skill before because the veil of the Evil Tree had blocked out the sky, leaving him no opportunity to use it.

Now that he had the chance, he could just test out his divine skill, Summoning Lightning.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, gathering over the wasteland outside the city, growing thicker and pressing lower and lower.

Something within the cloud layer was rolling, surging, and roaring.

Purple light flashed in the depths of the clouds, followed by a second streak, then a third.

Thunder rolled down from the cloud layer, muffled and heavy.

Lin Duwu raised his head to look at those dark clouds, looking at the purple light rolling within the clouds, and slowly lowered his hands, letting them hang at his sides.

He didn't run, nor could he run.