Chapter 349: Terrifying Jiang Feng

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless Black Thunder bolts rained down like a torrential downpour, crazily smashing from the massive swirling dark clouds in the sky!

Each bolt was wrapped with Jun Wuji's Heavenly Human Realm Late Stage towering cultivation, the piercing howl that tore the heavens made eardrums buzz, and the entire world was completely shrouded by this world‑shattering thunder power.

Such terrifying thunder Divine Punishment is far beyond what ordinary Heavenly Human Realm cultivators can withstand.

Even late‑stage peers of the same realm can only muster all their strength to dodge, daring not a single thought of confronting it head‑on.

Everyone present now stared wide‑eyed, their gazes fixed on Jiang Feng, wholly engulfed by the thunder!

They never imagined that this Holy Son from Yunding Secret Realm possessed power so terrifying!

Earlier, a single Black Thunder was enough to easily slay a mid‑stage Heavenly Human Realm cultivator.

Now the sky‑filled thunder falls together, densely interwoven into an impenetrable thunder net, sealing off the area of dozens of meters around Jiang Feng!

Not to mention Jiang Feng, who just entered the Heavenly Human Realm; even a peak‑stage cultivator who has toiled for a hundred years would likely turn to ash instantly under such Divine Punishment.

The air was filled with the burnt smell of Thunder tearing through space, and a suffocating aura of destruction, pressing on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

Tang Zhen stood in place, feeling the ever‑spreading thunder pressure, his expression gravely serious.

He gazed at the area completely drowned by Black Thunder, slowly shook his head, a trace of extremely complex regret flashing in his eyes.

"What a pity, this child's talent defies the heavens; at such a young age he entered the Heavenly Human Realm, his temperament far surpasses his peers, and if he does not fall, he could even become a Martial Sovereign in the future."

Tang Zhen did not utter the rest, but everyone present understood.

Even a Demon Rogue's genius, dazzling aptitude, or heaven‑defying potential, once dead here, becomes nothing.

This is the harshest rule in the cultivation world.

Without enough strength to protect oneself, even the highest talent or hardest temperament is but a fleeting bloom, ultimately reduced to a corpse beneath another's feet.

Tang Zongjie stood nearby, hearing his father's regretful words, his face unmoved, instead slowly curling a Cold Smile.

"What's regrettable?"

Tang Zongjie's voice carried a deliberately lofty tone.

"Who made him so utterly foolish! The Holy Son had clearly humbled himself, giving him a chance to live, yet he stubbornly ignored it, his confidence reaching foolishness, daring to openly provoke the Divine might of the Holy Son! He's merely courting death, blame belongs to no one!"

After saying that, Tang Zongjie no longer looked at the still‑raging thunder, turning his head toward the Prince, still immersed in extreme shock.

"Prince…"

Tang Zongjie spoke, his voice steadied a bit.

"Now Jiang Feng is completely dead; the matters that follow should be dealt with promptly. Please mobilize all the forces of Jiangnan Wangfu as soon as possible, and spare no effort in searching for Ruoxi's whereabouts."

The Prince was jolted back to his senses by Tang Zongjie's words, then slowly restrained the shock on his face.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging tempest within his heart.

"Father‑in‑law, rest assured."

"Jiang Feng is dead; I will certainly mobilize all personnel of Jiangnan Wangfu, spare no effort in locating Miss Ruoxi, and ensure her safe rescue!"

Upon saying this, the Prince's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction.

Jiang Feng's terrifying strength had previously caused him to lose all face.

Now that Jiang Feng died under Jun Wuji's thunder Divine Punishment, the great weight on his heart finally settled completely.

The crucial question now is whether he can have any connection with this terrifying Holy Son.

On the other side, Jun Wuji stood with hands behind his back, upright, still exuding the towering pressure of the Heavenly Human Realm Late Stage.

He looked up at the still‑raging Black Thunder, his face showing no surprise, only a faint indifference.

He let out a light snicker, looking down from his lofty height.

"I originally thought you possessed some true skill, daring to challenge me, repeatedly provoking my authority, yet you couldn't even withstand a single Thunderbolt Ten Thousand Pounds, not even earning the right for a second strike. Truly disappointing to the utmost."

In Jun Wuji's eyes, Jiang Feng's previous defiance and sarcasm made him think Jiang Feng possessed some hidden trump.

But now it seems that's all there is.

Even he couldn't catch a full‑power move; this kind of waste, dead as he is, isn't worth another look.

Jun Wuji grew too lazy to look at the thunder‑covered area, the murderous intent in his eyes slowly dissipated, leaving only utter indifference.

He slowly turned, his foot barely shifting, intending to leave.

But just as his foot moved, about to fully turn away, an utterly cold voice suddenly rang clearly from the center of the sky‑filled thunder.

"Did I let you go?"

The voice was perfectly calm, yet thundered like a startling bolt in everyone's ears.

All present shivered, their faces shifting from shock to horror.

Jun Wuji's body suddenly halted, the Cold Smile on his face instantly freezing.

He reflexively spun around, staring hard at the Black Thunder gradually fading.

The sky‑raging Black Thunder was seen dissipating at a naked‑eye speed.

The electric threads that once formed the dense net kept exploding, turning into specks of black glimmer that faded into the air.

Jiang Feng still stood where he was, his clothes intact, hair neat, with not a single wound.

He lifted his head, his gaze cold as ice, silently watching Jun Wuji.

Jun Wuji looked at the unscathed Jiang Feng, his lips trembling slightly.

He collapsed in an instant at this moment.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, using all his strength, before he could no longer hold back and shouted.

His voice was full of disbelief, with a faint, barely perceptible fear.

"Y‑you, you're not dead?"

"How could that be?"

Under his own Annihilating Heavenly Thunder, how could he possibly remain unharmed?

Jiang Feng looked at Jun Wuji's shocked, out‑of‑control demeanor, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled a hint of mocking Laughter.

His Tone was flat, yet full of outright mockery, and he slowly began to speak.

"It looks like, Holy Son, your methods end here?"

Jiang Feng slightly lifted his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, directly stabbing at Jun Wuji, while the aura around his body gradually rose.

The cultivation of the Heavenly Human Realm Mid Stage erupted without reservation, yet it was even more profound and more terrifying than before.

"Then now, is it my turn to make a move?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Feng's Throughout figure instantly vanished at the spot.

His speed reached the extreme, to the point where the naked eye could not capture it and even his Divine Sense could not lock onto it.

Jun Wuji's Pupils suddenly contracted, and a terror unlike any before, stronger than facing any strong enemy, surged wildly from his heart, sweeping his entire body!