Chapter 837: Lightning Star Spear! Annihilating the Ninth-Rank!

Crackling—

Residual black lightning flickered and danced across the ground.

Where Tianjian had stood, nothing remained but a layer of ash and a space ring.

Huh—

A light breeze blew, carrying the ash away; the last trace of Tianjian vanished from this world.

"The Divine Son... is dead?!"

Jonathan, the Divine Messenger of Fate, his pupils shrunk to needle points, froze rigid in place.

Tianjian was a disciple of the Supreme Pontiff, Fate; and Fate was the seventh supreme force beyond the six giants of Blue Star.

As his student, Tianjian was naturally extraordinary.

At only twenty-eight, he was already a high-tier seventh-rank adept, and possessed a Qianghuaxi SS-class ability!

Tianjian once fought a peak eighth-rank grand master with an A-rank ability—and the outcome was a total, crushing domination!

This alone proved Tianjian's terrifying strength.

Of course, Xu Jingming was equally formidable—a seventh-rank high-tier adept at age twenty.

And he possessed the SS-class Lightning ability, the most offensive of all elemental abilities!

For this battle between Tianjian and Xu Jingming, he had imagined Tianjian winning, and he had imagined Tianjian losing.

But he never imagined Tianjian would be slain in a single glance by Xu Jingming's lightning!

Not even a corpse remained—reduced entirely to ash...

Like Jonathan, the world's Qiangzhe felt disbelief at Tianjian's death.

They had witnessed Tianjian's strength—he had crushed the eighth-rank high-tier Tiweiya!

Tianjian's true combat power was certainly enough to match an A-rank peak eighth-rank grand master.

Yet such a powerful figure was erased by a single bolt of Xu Jingming's lightning.

So the question arose: just how strong was Xu Jingming now?

Remember,

Xu Jingming was still in his normal form, not having activated any enhancement boost.

"What is Xu Jingming of Great Xia doing?! Isn't he provoking the ninth-rank Martial Saint of the Fate Cult?!"

"It's over now—we're all going to die!"

At that moment, an discordant voice suddenly rose from the crowd.

It was a man from Heizhou, speaking Heizhou dialect.

But which grand master here didn't master multiple languages?

Many immediately turned pale, realizing the same danger.

Xu Jingming was indeed powerful—but another ninth-rank was still here!

And from Jonathan's attitude toward Tianjian, Tianjian's position in the Fate Cult was undoubtedly crucial.

With Tianjian dead, the ninth-rank Martial Saint's fury would surely engulf them all.

"How dare you?! How dare you?!"

A roar, as if torn from hell itself, erupted—Jonathan stared at Xu Jingming with eyes wide in endless madness.

Boom—

The full aura of a ninth-rank Martial Saint exploded outward; everyone present felt a mountain crushing down upon them!

Weaker seventh-rank grand masters collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Eighth-rank grand masters fared slightly better—they could stand upright, yet their bodies still trembled involuntarily.

It was a natural bodily reaction born of primal life-fear.

Except Xu Jingming.

He gazed at Jonathan across the distance, his eyes cold and calm.

True, Tianjian was strong.

Before his ability evolved, he might have faced a grueling battle.

But his ability had already transcended—SS-class Tianjian posed him no threat.

His true enemy had entered another tier—ninth-rank.

"Professor Ling, go over there." Xu Jingming spoke.

"Be careful," Ling Shuang whispered softly, stepping to the side.

"Xu Jingming, I will kill you!!"

A roar shattered the air—Jonathan, aura at its peak, stomped forward.

Gripping his battle blade, he shot toward Xu Jingming like lightning!

Boom—

Where his figure passed, the ground cracked under pressure, gouging a deep trench.

He did not use any battle technique.

Because a ninth-rank Martial Saint utterly crushed lower-rank adepts!

One slash alone would kill Xu Jingming!

"It's over! Xu Jingming will be instantly slain!"

The grand masters watched grimly.

It wasn't that they cared for Xu Jingming—rather, once he died, they would be next.

Yet some, like Zhou Yu and Wang Zhan, had personally witnessed Xu Jingming's strength.

Though worried, their eyes held a faint glimmer of hope.

Hope that Xu Jingming would, as he had when first entering the secret realm, create another miracle for them!

Amid countless watching eyes, Xu Jingming moved.

Crackling—

Violent black lightning erupted—his body swelled to over three meters tall!

Simultaneously, an aura equal to Jonathan's exploded outward!

Then, Xu Jingming, wielding a spear like a iron tower, blurred.

Black lightning flashed—he vanished from his spot, leaving only a lingering afterimage.

Clang—

The next instant, a deafening clash of weapons rang out.

Jonathan, who had surged forward like lightning, was flung backward faster than he'd moved, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact, cratering the earth.

This sudden turn stunned everyone—eyes widened in shock as they stared.

Jonathan... was thrown back?

"Impossible! How can you be this strong?!"

In the deep crater, Jonathan's face twisted with horror.

Xu Jingming said nothing.

He stepped forward, black lightning swirling around him.

Black light flashed—he charged toward Jonathan at a speed exceeding twice the speed of sound.

"Not this strong! I just haven't used my battle technique..."

As if to bolster himself, Jonathan's voice rang out again.

But before he finished speaking, Xu Jingming's spear struck like lightning—again and again!

Boom—boom—boom—

The grand master-level spear technique reached its peak!

Combined with the boundless power of the SSS-class Chaotic Divine Thunder, it relentlessly wore down Jonathan's blood aura shield.

Even as Jonathan activated his battle technique, he was still crushed by Xu Jingming's spear.

"Impossible! You can't be this strong!"

Jonathan, driven mad by the blows, repeated the same phrase over and over.

He failed to notice his blood aura shield had thinned to near nothingness.

"Ninth-rank Martial Saint? Not so impressive."

A cold, youthful voice echoed beside Jonathan.

The next instant,

He saw Xu Jingming's spear suddenly wreathed in black lightning—as if a night sky filled with stars appeared before his eyes.

An overwhelming death threat engulfed him.

He would die! To block this spear meant certain death!

Every cell in his body screamed a warning—he pushed his ninth-rank Martial Saint blood aura to its absolute limit.

Yet his body remained frozen, utterly unable to dodge.

Lightning Star Spear!

SSS-class spear technique of the Lightning element!

As Xu Jingming unleashed this technique, not only Jonathan but every adept nearby saw a vision of a star-filled night sky!

BOOM!!

The spear thrust out, and the entire night sky exploded in a roar; black lightning burst forth like a wild dragon, engulfing Jonathan's entire body.

The sharp spear tip obliterated his head entirely, utterly shattering his life force.

【Ding! Killed one Eighth-Rank Peak Fate Divine Envoy. Energy Points +100, 00.】

The system's notification echoed in his mind, causing Xu Jingming, who had been ready to strike again, to pause in surprise.

Isn't a Ninth-Rank Martial Saint supposed to recover even after losing his head? How could he be killed so easily?

PS: Sorry sorry, I was busy during National Day and didn't update last night.

There should still be one more chapter tonight. Happy National Day everyone~~