Chapter 114: Thunder and Fury Unleashed

Crack!

Boom!

Wind and thunder raged, as lightning flashed and thunder roared!

Beads of rain splattered from the dark clouds, cascading onto the earth.

Ssssss——

Surging arcs of lightning danced along the blue Goat-Horn Hammer, as if it had come alive, its overwhelming divine might interwoven on its surface.

The leader of the Black Snake Gang—a formidable fighter who refined his body with the Undead Curse Seal until reaching the Cursed Iron Corpse level—charged forth!

Even a grandmaster would find him an exceptionally tough opponent, nearly impossible to overcome.

Yet this soaring, whistling Horned Hammer effortlessly shattered his head, blasting it to pieces—a clear testament to its formidable power and divine might!

The entire Black Snake Gang stronghold erupted in chaos as the scent of blood filled the air, leaving many members trembling in fear.

They looked toward the direction of the flashing lightning and roaring thunder.

They saw a figure wearing a Cat Face Mask, hands behind his back, treading through the twisted storm. He stepped lightly onto the black-tiled roof, arriving as if floating.

Once he landed outside the gang compound, he raised his foot slightly and strolled forward with measured steps.

With every step, the ground trembled in unison, like booming drums striking the chest, leaving the gang members’ blood nearly frozen and their heartbeats disturbed.

Pff——!

A Bone Tempering fighter couldn’t hold on any longer; drenched in sweat, he coughed up blood and crumpled to the ground, his eyes filled with uncontrollable terror.

Numerous Blood Exchange warriors were also flushed with adrenaline, barely managing to keep their balance!

Cat Face Mask… Goat-Horn Hammer…

Horned Hammer, Li Qingshan!

The gang members turned ghostly pale—they knew full well the storied might of Li Qingshan.

How many masters in the Capital had fallen to that Goat-Horn Hammer?

How many skilled warriors’ blood had been spilled by it!

Compared to Ogre, they were even more terrified of this dreadfully notorious figure!

Rain cascaded from the skies, yet before it could reach Li Qingshan, an unseen force warped and dispersed it completely.

Whenever in Granny Mu’s presence, Li Qingshan adopted a hunchbacked guise, ensuring she wouldn’t think of him in any other light—reminding her that he, too, had aged.

But in killing, Li Qingshan was a different man.

He stretched lazily as boundless divine might converged from all around—like an electric, coiling serpent-dragon trailing behind him. He yawned and gave a long stretch!

“The Capital has its comforts. I can harness as much divine power as I desire…”

“I can now unleash my true qi and blood without holding back.”

A soft chuckle escaped from beneath the Cat Face Mask.

“It’s a real shame you didn’t finish me off when I left the Capital…”

His words echoed through the silent halls of the Black Snake Gang compound.

No one dared to reply.

The gang members recognized Li Qingshan wasn’t speaking to them at all.

Two of the Black Snake Gang’s deputy leaders, terror-stricken and trembling, discarded their weapons and knelt.

“Spare me…”

“Li Feng, have mercy!”

Perhaps following suit, the gang members dropped their weapons and knelt, their will to resist utterly gone.

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, gave a cold, dismissive glance.

His hand closed into a tight fist.

The Horned Hammer, crackling with arcs of lightning, shot out from its embedded cavity. In its comeback, it smashed the heads of both deputies, spattering blood and gore everywhere.

With a resounding smack, Li Qingshan seized the Horned Hammer. Ignoring the gang members, he stomped, unleashing an explosive surge of qi and blood, resembling three raging dragons roaring up towards the heavens!

Qianyuan Divine Sect Grandmaster’s Ultimate Technique: Eight Dragons Overturning the River!

Boom——!

The entire earth erupted; countless cracks wove across its surface as debris was blasted by surging underground heat.

Li Qingshan, encircled by three furious qi-blood dragons, dashed out with the speed of a primeval beast!

A house shattered into fragments in an instant!

“Li Qingshan—!”

A weighty voice, tinged with fear, cried out!

It was Liu Jinsong, the deputy leader of the Fisher Gang, a master of the Illusory Image realm!

He had been hiding, intending to ambush Ogre with the help of the Corpse God Sect’s experts.

But instead of Ogre, the trap had ensnared a sky-splitting ram!

Li Qingshan is way more formidable than Ogre!

It wasn’t just his title—it was his raw strength as well!

A roaring surge of true qi swept away every shard of the exploded house as Li Qingshan, holding his Goat-Horn Hammer with one hand, stood firm.

Centered on his form, the air around him was ruthlessly pushed aside by three raging qi-blood dragons!

Lifting into the air, Liu Jinsong’s illusory appearance emerged behind him, his face etched with dread.

“Ogre butchered seven factions under my Fisher Gang. Today’s trap was set solely to kill Ogre! What are you, Li Qingshan, doing meddling?!”

Liu Jinsong shouted in anger.

Ranked seventh in the Yunzhou Divine Root Rankings!

With the Six-Si Divine Root ability ‘Xuan Si Lei Zhen Zhu Xie’ and having mastered the Qianyuan Divine Sect’s grandmaster technique ‘Eight Dragons Overturning the River’!

Common Illusory Image fighters stand no chance against Li Qingshan!

Unless one has also achieved the Six-Si level of Illusory cultivation, no one can impose rank upon Li Qingshan.

Even with a grandmaster’s body, who could possibly contend with Li Qingshan, the master of the Divine Sect’s ‘Eight Dragons Overturning the River’?

“I am a servant of the Divine Sect. I don’t care—who cares?!”

Behind the mask, Li Qingshan smiled.

In the next moment, he exhaled with the force of thunder, his voice piercing like a flash!

No pleasantries—Li Qingshan knew exactly who Ogre was and why he wielded unarmed might against the Fisher Gang. He had all the intelligence.

The Fisher Gang… colluding with the Corpse God Sect, terrorizing the people with their dark arts—they deserve their reckoning!

Today, his return to Jingguang City was meant to instill terror and display his might!

He aimed to remind everyone in Jingguang City of the fearsome power of his Goat-Horn Hammer!

Li Qingshan took a step forward, surrounded by three furious qi-blood dragons swirling like dancing flames!

It was as though countless lightning arcs erupted, surging in tandem with his spoken words!

“You think I can be controlled?!”

Rumble!

The Goat-Horn Hammer sliced through the air, crashing like a massive mallet on a drum, resonating through heaven and earth. Countless lightning bolts burst forth, shooting into the clouds as if a storm were lashing the world!

One strike—and nothing could match its force!

Within hundreds of feet, blinding bolts of lightning reigned!

Lightning wrapped around the grandmaster-level qi-blood dragons, draining the very brilliance from the heavens and earth!

At that moment, Liu Jinsong’s spectral visage was utterly overwhelmed and dimmed.

This strike!

That single blow!

The Six-Si divine might stretched across heaven and earth, entwined with the hammer’s shadow, as Li Qingshan unleashed his spirit, true qi, and indomitable will in that single blow!

I’m finished!

I’m doomed to die!

“I’m of the Illusory Image realm!”

Liu Jinsong roared, slamming both hands forward. His illusory divine aura condensed like frozen essence from the heavens, glaring wrathfully at the world.

Yet Li Qingshan, from behind his Cat Face Mask, simply scoffed.

That blow swept through, its roaring sound echoing while his scoffing laughter resounded through the heavens and earth.

“Divine Image? It’s nothing but hollow words. And what kind of divine root did you even forge…?”

“What divine root have I forged?”

“My divine root was earned at the Temple Spirit’s altar—paid for with my life…”

“Who are you to compare with me?”

……

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In the darkness, Li Che, adorned with a Cute Cow Mask, consolidated his spirit, watching Li Qingshan’s move from afar.

“Is it that powerful?!”

Li Che’s eyes narrowed in shock as his heart pounded.

The very feel of surging lightning sent shivers through his flesh, numbing him as if his cells were electrified.

Let lightning shatter the darkness!

May all malevolence vanish!

Unrivaled and commanding!

And his grandmaster qi and blood, so powerful—three wild, raging dragons that churned like a tempest, turning heavens and earth on their head!

It was exponentially stronger than it ever was in Feilei City—an entirely different league.

Li Che recalled that, back in Feilei City, Li Qingshan’s divine might lay dormant, relying merely on his mortal frame that scarcely let his qi and blood run free.

Yet even then, he had shattered three Cursed Iron Corpse experts of the Corpse God Sect.

Li Che assumed that even with his divine power restored and his qi running wild, Li Qingshan wouldn’t be that much stronger…

But he soon discovered the difference was staggering!

Li Qingshan… was still only at the divine root stage!

Yet Li Che soon steadied himself, his eyes narrowing as myriad thoughts raced through his mind.

In the end, he exhaled a breath that roared like rolling thunder.

In a heartbeat, his form vanished into the darkness.

Silently and without a trace.

……

……

Pff—!

In the night sky, countless raindrops were obliterated by the blast, exploding into a dense mist!

The illusory divine form, resembling a cracked porcelain sculpture, shattered into fragments and dissolved into the ether.

Liu Jinsong, the Fisher Gang’s deputy, screamed in agony, spitting blood as his chilling howl tore through the dark night!

With one blow, lightning burst forth in the pitch-black sky like a spider’s web, fracturing the very void!

Liu Jinsong’s body was flung across the sky, his bones cracking loudly as his mouth spewed uncontrolled streams of blood like molten mercury!

Thud!

Liu Jinsong slammed onto the street, as several dozen feet of blue bricks exploded, the ground collapsing beneath him with dust swirling like ripples.

With just one strike, Liu Jinsong, a mere Illusory Image cultivator, was vanquished!

“Cough cough cough…”

“Where is the Corpse God Envoy?!”

Within a large, sunken pit on Long Street, Liu Jinsong, clutching his chest and barely standing, roared with fury, his eyes blazing with pain.

Just one strike had left him blood-soaked—and in a real brawl, he’d have been finished!

Thus, in that moment, he without hesitation revealed the hidden identity of the Corpse God Envoy.

If a fellow cultivator falls, I won’t perish!

The Corpse God Sect’s experts were luring enemy fire!

He felt no shame—having been hammered by Li Qingshan countless times, one more simply wasn’t a big deal. Losing like that was inevitable.

But this time, the raw power of that blow hit him hard, and he was genuinely terrified.

No wonder he was one of the top experts in the Yunzhou Divine Root Rankings!

One could only imagine just how fearsome the top three were!

At that moment, all he wanted was to flee!

Liu Jinsong’s body wavered, and the moment he finished his shout, he unleashed a divine secret technique, transforming into a streak of blood that vanished instantly!

With Liu Jinsong’s enraged roar in the air…

Li Qingshan ignored the fleeing Liu Jinsong, his eyes boiling with killing intent. Compared to him, the real prize were the Corpse God Sect’s experts!

His unleashed divine perception surged as he gripped the Goat-Horn Hammer and slammed it into the ground, shattering the earth with electrified shockwaves!

“Come out and face me!”

Li Qingshan roared.

Behind him, a divine root appeared, resembling a massive grinding stone forged from lightning!

Upon that divine root, countless ancient glyphs made of lightning flickered, releasing an aura distinctively of the Temple Spirit!

In the distance, an intensely dense aura of corpseness and death rose, plunging the world into even deeper darkness.

A Temple Spirit floated into view, its form bizarre—its gigantic nose swinging like a celestial hammer, releasing a peculiar fragrance that filled the air.

“Six Desires… Pilu Nasal Fragrance Corpse God!”

“The divine guise of the Corpse God Sect,”

A dark figure emerged from the void, its overwhelming aura of rank causing Li Qingshan’s eyes, hidden behind his Cat Face Mask, to narrow instantly.

The true realm of Divine Image is not as easily subdued as that of the mere Illusory Image cultivators.

Though Illusory Image is labeled divine, it lacks the imposing rank pressure of true Divine Image practitioners, leaving Li Qingshan room to counterattack with his Six-Si Divine Root.

Yet when genuine Divine Image rank pressure is unleashed, Li Qingshan’s hammer swing is significantly hindered.

Still, Divine Image must be met with Divine Image.

“You’ve truly driven out a big fish,”

Li Qingshan laughed, his eyes sparkling.

Ogre has truly pressed the Corpse God Sect into a corner, resorting to deploying an Eight Extremes Corpse God Envoy to ambush personally!

What a piece of work—what kind of display is that?

That’s just who I am, Li Qingshan!

How long has that guy been hanging around the Capital?

“Hey, everyone, still watching my show? The divine image of the Corpse God Sect is a big achievement, isn’t it? I won’t fight over it with you.”

Li Qingshan sheathed his hammer and chuckled.

In the void, a figure shrouded in dense corpse aura, wearing a white mask emblazoned with a massive blood-red ‘8’, representing the Corpse God Envoy, gazed with a cold, lifeless stare.

Behind him, the divine image, marked by a colossal nose, swung it vigorously as if beating the very heavens and earth.

In an instant, the void shattered, as if ready to burst apart.

He had been planted to ambush Ogre—at the slightest move from Ogre, he would use his divine rank pressure, together with divine talismans and weapons, to lock down the void and capture him.

Ogre brandished an eight-stage Undead Curse Seal—an artifact that had to be reclaimed!

Yet Ogre did not appear; instead, a mad ram charged in!

Dismal luck.

“Hahaha, Li Qingshan, you sure know how to make a scene as soon as you show up.”

Suddenly, a gentle chuckle resonated throughout the world.

A refined, youthful man in robes appeared, almost like a youth, stepping through the air. Though his divine image remained unmanifested, his overwhelming aura had already contorted the heavens and earth.

This caused the Corpse God Sect expert’s expression to darken immeasurably.

“Deputy of the Imperial Watch… Lin Xiu!”

The Corpse God Sect expert’s hair bristled—he had been lying in wait for Ogre, though Ogre was merely bait to ensnare him.

But he quickly regained his composure, his eyes beneath the eight-character mask as cold as ice.

“My divine might is coming in torrents. Yunzhou will be the next Jizhou—you will all bow before the Corpse God’s power and bask in divine grace!”

A dispassionate tone resonated from the Eight Extremes Corpse God Envoy.

“You’re nothing more than ants defying a chariot; even Ji Mo Li has been thwarted by us. In the end, you’ll all be reduced to dust under the unstoppable tide of power!”

“Tide of power? What power could you possibly muster!”

Deputy Lin Xiu sneered dismissively, then without a word, hooked his fingers. Countless air currents roiled into a booming divine presence, like a raging thunderstorm.

Li Qingshan quietly stepped back, opting out of the divine confrontation.

Today, he had successfully hooked a big fish—a fitting crowning achievement for his triumphant return.

But the Corpse God Sect’s infiltration of the Capital’s various factions was even graver than he had feared.

How the Corpse God Sect’s Divine Image cultivator would surrender was not his worry. Since the Corpse God Envoy had revealed himself so brazenly, he was nothing but a rat in broad daylight.

The Corpse God Sect worked in the shadows, beyond the control of any faction. Each had its own agenda, but when exposure came…

No one wanted to openly admit collusion with the Demonic Sect, so they all intervened. Every faction in the Capital had their own divine guardians—the Corpse God Sect’s Divine Image practitioner was truly in a no-escape situation.

Jing Wudao, the head of the Fisher Gang, could no longer remain hidden and had to curse as he intervened, while within the Temple Guardian Division, Divine Image cultivators unleashed their pressure.

That fateful night, the Capital was in turmoil.

A divine confrontation, staged to lure Ogre, erupted in a climatic battle.

Yet…

From start to finish…

The Ogre that was meant to be bait never even appeared—not even a single strand of his presence.

Rumble…

The imposing rank pressure of Divine Image clashed violently, as if furious thunder roiled within the clouds.

The night over the Capital suddenly brightened as if pierced by light.

……

……

A crimson thread raced through the heavens and earth.

After streaking out of the city, it continued for several tens of meters before smashing into the main road, gouging deep trenches into the earth.

Liu Jinsong’s body was violently hurled and smashed into the ground like a skipping stone, bouncing a few times before finally coming to rest.

Scorching heat and dense smoke filled the air.

A deep pit formed on the road, its surface riddled with tight cracks. Inside, blistering heat and a pungent stench of blood hung thickly, nearly nauseating anyone nearby.

Liu Jinsong staggered to his feet within the pit, glancing back towards the Capital where the divine battle soared high into the air.

His expression shifted multiple times.

“Li Qingshan…” Liu Jinsong snarled through gritted teeth, furious beyond measure.

He lifted his leg, intending to make his escape.

With everyone distracted by the divine clash, he figured it was the perfect moment to flee.

He deliberately invoked the name of the Corpse God Envoy to create an opening for his escape.

“At this moment, with a divine clash consuming the city, Li Qingshan wouldn’t be concerned with me—I doubt he’d pursue me…”

“Cough, cough, cough… Damn Li Qingshan.”

“Now that’s a Thunderstrike to Exterminate Evil!”

“Just wait until I join the Corpse God Sect and forge the Cursed Copper Corpse. When the Corpse God Sect overthrows Jingguang City and seizes the Divine Sect’s Zheng Lei Peak, I’ll personally smash your head, Li Qingshan!”

Liu Jinsong seethed with resentment.

His eyes flashed, and an Undead Curse Seal, radiating a potent death aura, materialized above Mud Pellet Palace.

In an instant, myriad tendrils of corpse aura slithered beneath his skin like serpentine dragons, rapidly mending his injuries.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he activated his last-resort escape technique, a divine secret fueled by his own blood, though its energy cost was immense.

It felt as if every drop of blood had been drained from his body.

Luckily, his formidable grandmaster flesh was ceaselessly regenerating new blood, giving him fresh vitality. Still, he had to find a place to heal swiftly, or his injuries would jeopardize his path to advancing in Divine Image.

“A Six-Si level divine root is truly something…”

“Too bad I’m not truly of the Divine Image realm; otherwise, under such rank pressure, you, Li Qingshan, wouldn’t dare act so brazenly!”

Liu Jinsong coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, his face dark and filled with resentment.

Boom!

Dark clouds obscured the sky, their inky hues darkening the night, as if innumerable thunder serpents wriggled within the clouds.

An outpouring of torrential rain finally broke loose, dousing the mountains, lands, and rivers of Jingguang Mansion!

The world turned hazy and pitch-black, obscuring all senses.

Liu Jinsong, soaked to the bone by the rain, struggled to escape the deep pit.

Then, just as he began to pull his foot out of the pit, his movement abruptly halted.

As an Illusory Image cultivator endowed with potent divine perception, he sensed something was terribly wrong…

From all around, a tide of terrifying, suffocating murderous intent surged like a tidal wave!

It was as if a normally placid deer found itself stalked by a master hunter—an utterly chilling sensation.

Rain gathered at Liu Jinsong’s chin, streaming down in endless drips.

Suddenly,

within the dark clouds, lightning serpents writhed, bathing everything in blinding white light.

Amid the dazzling white light,

Liu Jinsong’s hair prickled as he suddenly saw, barely two meters ahead, a figure wearing a bamboo hat silently materialize.

As his gaze fixed on the figure, the face beneath the bamboo hat suddenly lifted, sending water droplets flying.

Revealing a Cute Cow Mask, which looked even more cheerful and adorable in the rain.

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