Chapter 940: KILL! 200,000 ABILITY POINTS!

Crackling—

Dense black lightning swirled around Xu Jingming’s body.

The energy-based lightning had solidified into physical form, blocking Nawa’s battle blade.

“It’s that SSS-rank defensive technique again!”

Nawa’s expression turned stunned.

But how could Xu Jingming cast so fast?

It had been less than three seconds since his last cast!

Could this not be an SSS-rank technique?

The thought surfaced instantly—and was immediately dismissed.

He knew Kent’s strength well; if this weren’t an SSS-rank technique, it could never have blocked that World-Ending Fireball!

“The technique’s release is much smoother now.”

“Before my breakthrough, I could only dodge with movement techniques—I couldn’t block it head-on.”

Cang Lei Shield is an SSS-rank technique; ordinary lightning-affinity adepts typically need nearly ten seconds to cast it successfully.

But Xu Jingming possesses an SSS-rank lightning-affinity ability, so his casting time is far shorter.

Even so, before his breakthrough, he still needed four or five seconds to cast it successfully.

Now, having advanced from Eighth Stage Lower to Eighth Stage Middle, he can cast it again after just two seconds.

“The boost from this breakthrough is even greater than I imagined.”

Sizzle—

A flash of black lightning, and Xu Jingming’s spear thrust forward once more.

At the same time, a deafening dragon roar echoed—a hundred-meter-long black thunder dragon coalesced and slammed toward Nawa!

Lightning-affinity S+ rank technique: Thunder Dragon Art!

“What kind of monster is this? He’s fighting hand-to-hand and still casting spell techniques?”

Nawa’s face darkened.

Xu Jingming’s damage was immense; that one spear strike had consumed 5% of his Imperishable Matter.

If he took this Thunder Dragon Art head-on, he’d lose even more Imperishable Matter!

“Don’t engage directly! Wait until Kent finishes Su Qingli, then surround him!”

Nawa made his decision quickly.

Endless crimson blood energy coalesced around his body, forming a thick blood defense barrier.

Simultaneously, his left shoulder—just obliterated by Xu Jingming’s spear—regrew rapidly.

Boom!

The thunder dragon struck, and the blood barrier shuddered violently—but did not break.

At the same time, Nawa retreated at full speed, trying to escape Xu Jingming’s attack range.

“Think you can hide like a turtle? Let’s see if your shell’s strong enough! Flash Lightning!”

Xu Jingming sneered.

A flash of black lightning—and his tall, slender figure vanished from where he stood, reappearing before Nawa hundreds of meters away.

In flight speed, he was slightly faster than Nawa—but not by much.

But in burst acceleration, with his SSS-rank Flash Lightning technique, he was incomparably faster than Nawa!

“Thunder Prison!”

Endless black lightning spread, instantly sealing off all escape routes around Nawa.

Simultaneously, Xu Jingming’s spear, wreathed in lightning, stabbed toward Nawa once more.

The sharp tip gathered terrifying energy, like a falling meteor!

SSS-rank technique: Starlight Thunder Spear!

Pfft—

With just one thrust, Xu Jingming shattered Nawa’s blood barrier outright!

“Another SSS-rank technique! And it’s close-combat? How many trump cards does this guy have?!”

Nawa was nearly driven mad.

Even a Ninth Stage Martial Saint often mastered only one or two SSS-rank techniques.

More than that, and they’d have no time to cultivate.

Yet now, Xu Jingming had already unleashed at least three SSS-rank techniques.

Both close-range and ranged—this was simply unbelievable!

“Kent, Nira, hurry up! I can’t hold him much longer!” Nawa growled in frustration.

He’d assumed defeating Xu Jingming would be effortless.

Even if Xu Jingming was a genius, he should still be suppressible.

But the reality was reversed—he was being utterly dominated by Xu Jingming!

“How? Is Xu Jingming really this strong?”

Kent and Nira both grimaced.

Though Nawa was only Ninth Stage Lower, his S-rank ability made him stronger than both of them.

If even he couldn’t withstand Xu Jingming, neither could they.

“Fire Forbidden Art: Infernal Dragon Roar!”

Kent growled, pushing his elemental fire affinity to its limit, unleashing wave after wave of fire techniques.

On the other side, Nira accelerated his assault, instantly placing immense pressure on Su Qingli and Ironvine Lotus.

But Su Qingli herself was a Ninth Stage S-rank adept; though trapped by an unbreakable barrier, her combat power remained formidable.

Her pale, exquisite face showed no change in expression—blue lightning flowed as she countered effortlessly.

Ironvine Lotus, too, possessed immense vitality; even after losing countless vines, they regenerated swiftly.

All three battlefronts were now in a state of suppression!

Especially Xu Jingming’s.

His face was icy, his black dragon eyes filled with boundless fury.

Combining lightning-affinity spell techniques with close combat, each strike inflicted massive damage on Nawa.

Even if Nawa regenerated quickly, it drained his Imperishable Matter relentlessly.

Just three minutes later, Nawa realized in horror that the Imperishable Matter within him was nearly exhausted!

“No! I can’t win—I must flee!”

The Mind-Control Beast God’s mental control granted Nawa absolute loyalty to the Heavenly Fate Sect.

But the Son’s orders and loyalty to the Heavenly Fate Sect were two different things.

Now, under the threat of death, he decisively abandoned his target, deserted his two teammates, and fled.

But how could Xu Jingming let him get away?

“Looks like your Imperishable Matter’s nearly gone—then die!”

Boom!

Thunder roared as a colossal black lightning sword coalesced in the sky and crashed down upon Nawa!

Crackling—

Endless black lightning surged, and Nawa felt his body—hard as SSS-rank alloy—rapidly crumbling.

His cells shattered; the last of his Imperishable Matter frantically repaired—but repair could not keep pace with destruction!

“No!!”

With a final, furious roar of defiance, Nawa collapsed as lightning engulfed him.

His body presented a grotesque scene: two-thirds had turned to charred ash.

The remaining third was newly grown flesh and meridians.

[Ding! Slain one S-rank Ninth Stage Lower Divine Blood Envoy. +200,000 ability points.]

A pleasant system chime echoed in his mind.

“200,000 ability points—this Ninth Stage Divine Blood Envoy is truly formidable.”

Sizzle—

Black lightning flashed; Xu Jingming, spear in hand, surged toward Kent.