Chapter 289: One Strike Suppresses Two Land Immortals Joining Forces

Brother Ning Chuan's cold voice, filled with endless killing intent, resonated across the entire eastern seaboard like eternal, unmelting black ice!

As his words fell, the sky above, once clear and bright, changed its appearance once more!

A black thundercloud, deeper, more eerie, and more pure than before, gradually coalesced, filled with the aura of judgment and finality!

That thundercloud seemed to rise from the Nine Nether Hells, carrying a terrifying will to annihilate all living beings!

Boom—!!!

From the nine heavens above came muffled roars like drums being beaten!

This was not ordinary thunder; it sounded more like the roar of some ancient god or demon grinding a world-destroying millstone, as if heaven and earth themselves trembled and wailed in response!

There, within the churning black thundercloud, streaks of black lightning, thicker, more condensed, and more terrifying than any heavenly tribulation lightning before, darted and roared wildly within, like world-destroying beasts trapped in a cage!

Upon every bolt of black lightning coiled wisps of pure demonic power!

And a force of extreme yin coldness capable of freezing souls and annihilating all things!

This was no longer mere natural lightning, but destructive thunder imbued with Brother Ning Chuan's own will and laws!

【Black Water All-Gods Thunder】!

This was the most powerful thunder technique unique to Brother Ning Chuan, created after he survived the Naga Tribulation, comprehended the power of heaven and earth's thunder, and combined it with his own Naga bloodline and the characteristics of his vast demonic power!

This was no longer mere Wu Gong, nor was it a simple spell!

Rather, using his own demonic core as a thunder pool, his divine soul as a fuse, and the laws of heaven and earth as a framework, he summoned the divine thunder of the nine heavens, then merged it with his own Black Water source power, forming what was truly—Divine Thunder!

It was the thunder of judgment! It was the thunder of world destruction!

Its terrifying power had long surpassed mortal imagination!

Below, on the eastern seaboard.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether a top expert of long-standing fame or an ordinary martial artist, felt their scalps tingle and their hearts and livers crack!

That pure aura of destruction emanating from the black thundercloud made them feel an indescribable fear and trembling deep within their souls!

As if the apocalypse had arrived and divine punishment was imminent!

Under this heavenly might, they felt like a single leaf boat in a storm, ready to be torn into pieces at any moment!

"This... what is this?! This black lightning... why... why does it feel a hundred times more terrifying than a heavenly tribulation?!"

Beside the Northern Liang heir Xu Fengnian, Jian Jiu Huang, who had always been silent and old-farmer-like, now had a wrinkled old face filled with unprecedented Solemnity and horror!

He gripped the sword case on his back tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat, muttering to himself: "Old Huang... I feel that even if I unleash my trump card, the ninth sword 'Six Thousand Li' which I am confident can shatter the Jiankaitian Sect, I fear... I fear I would still be unable to shake this black lightning even slightly!"

"This Naga... he... he can actually control thunder?! Is... is this still a demon beast?! This is clearly a Thunder God walking among men!"

Within the camp of the Yinkui Sect of the Shengmen.

The enchanting eyes of the demoness Wan Wan, usually full of charm and playfulness, were now wide open, her small mouth slightly agape, her face filled with unbelievable shock!

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke to Zhu Yuyan beside her:

"M... Master... is... is this really Wu Gong?!"

"Why do I feel this is a hundred times more terrifying than the most top-tier demonic arts recorded in our Mensheng Sect's 'Heavenly Demon Manual', which are said to be able to shatter the void?!"

"This... this is beyond what human effort can resist, isn't it?!"

Zhu Yuyan's beautiful face was also pale, her eyes filled with Solemnity and wariness, and even a trace of... fear.

She spoke in a deep voice: "This... this恐怕 is no longer within the Fan Chou of Wu Gong."

"This is clearly the thunder technique and divine art that only the ancient immortals and gods in legend could control!"

"Summoning the divine thunder of the nine heavens to use for oneself! Such methods have never been heard of!"

For the first time, a true, uncontrollable fear arose in her heart towards that black Naga!

She began to be glad that she had not truly provoked that terrifying existence before.

Within the Fomen camp.

Abbot Xuan Ci and the other high monks of Songshan Shaolin were so stunned they stood with mouths agape, their hearts and livers chilled!

From that black lightning, they sensed a destructive force that held extreme suppression over their Fomen Cultivation Method!

That force seemed capable of annihilating all vitality and purifying all Buddha light, making their proud righteous Buddha power tremble!

"Amitabha! This is... this is the thunder of world destruction! It is beyond what we mortals can resist!" Abbot Xuan Ci said, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with despair.

On Huang Rong's small face, which had previously carried a hint of pride and self-satisfaction, was now filled with worry and tension.

Although she knew Brother Chuan was very powerful, the scene before her, like the apocalypse descending, still made her little heart tighten.

She silently prayed in her heart:

"Brother Chuan... you must be careful! Please don't get hurt!"

In the corner where Cihang Jingzhai was located.

Bi Bi Xiuxin, looking at the scene in the sky like the apocalypse descending, had a gentle and quiet face filled with Solemnity and worry.

She spoke softly: "The might of this Naga Dragon has already reached heaven and earth, summoning divine thunder; I fear... truly, only the Buddha descending in legend, or the Dao Ancestor arriving in person, could subdue it."

And as the direct target of Brother Ning Chuan's 【Black Water All-Gods Thunder】.

"Recluse" Ning Daoqi and the Sweeping Old Monk felt an unprecedented, potentially fatal terrifying crisis!

They had no doubt that if struck directly by that black lightning, even with their Land Immortal-level powerful bodies and protective aura, they恐怕 would be instantly reduced to ash, their souls utterly destroyed!

This was no longer a mere energy attack; it also contained a higher-level law force capable of directly annihilating the source of life!

Ning Daoqi's face became more Solemn than ever before!

He bowed again to Brother Ning Chuan, his voice urgent as he pleaded:

"Naga Island Lord! Please show mercy! Think thrice before acting!"

"We know the Island Lord possesses vast divine arts and shakes the world! Today's matter was indeed our Fomen's fault first! This poor Daoist is willing to apologize to the Island Lord on behalf of the Fomen!"

"But, please, Island Lord, for the sake of all living beings under heaven and the heavenly virtue of cherishing life, spare the Master this once!"

"If two Land Immortal-level existences were to fight to the death here with full power, the consequences would be unimaginable! The sea area within a thousand li恐怕 would all turn into a dead land, with all living beings suffering!"

He tried to persuade Ning Chuan to abandon this devastating blow by appealing to the fate of all living beings.

Yet, in Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes, there remained only coldness and indifference.

He paid no heed to Ning Daoqi's pleas.

In his view, these so-called Mingmenzheng Sects always used lofty excuses like "the fate of all living beings" to mask their own incompetence and hypocrisy.

Today, he would teach these people a lesson in the most direct and tyrannical way possible:

Before him, the Lord of Jiaolong Island, all moral coercion was meaningless!

Only absolute strength is eternal truth!

"Die!"

From Ning Chuan's lips, a single cold word was spoken!

As his words fell!

The long-prepared 【Heishui Duetian Divine Thunder】 finally crashed down from the sky!

A black divine thunder, thicker, denser, and more terrifying than any before, like a world-ending demon spear piercing heaven and earth, descended with supreme power to judge and annihilate all, splitting from the churning black Lei Yun!

Its target: Ning Daoqi and the sweeping old monk below!

Divine thunder descended from heaven! Unmatched in might!

All of heaven and earth seemed to lose its color in that moment!

In everyone's eyes, only that single black Lei Guang, slicing through the sky, symbolizing end and destruction, remained!

"No!"

Seeing this, Ning Daoqi and the sweeping old monk both shrank their pupils, their hearts and livers trembling with terror!

They knew this strike could not be avoided—only by fighting to the death might they find a sliver of hope!