Chapter 178: Five Thunder Correct Law? Funny—I Know It Too! (Monthly Votes Please!)

VVVVVV————!!!

Amid the hum of empty space, the celestial qi within a hundred li radius suddenly erupted.

Instantly, an overwhelming golden light blazed above Long Hushan, as if a second sun had risen.

The surrounding temperature skyrocketed; the Daoist priests of Long Hushan felt their throats dry, as if trapped in a furnace, their bodily fluids about to be boiled away.

"Is this fist intent?!"

Feeling the strange phenomena, Zhao Xiyi and the other three Tian Shi changed color instantly, preparing to activate their formation to resist this domineering intent.

ROOOOOO————!!!

At that moment, a long howl shook the eight directions; rolling purple qi surged and gathered like a cloud canopy, instantly coalescing into a majestic dragon coiled across the heavens, claws and fangs bared, charging straight toward the blazing sun.

The sun and the purple dragon collided, causing the heavens and earth to roar; chaotic qi surges erupted in all directions, countless strange phenomena flickering in and out of existence.

After a long while, the sky returned to normal; two figures stood a thousand meters apart, locked in stalemate—as if their previous exchange had ended in a draw.

Yet Zhao Xuansu and the three Tian Shi below wore grim expressions; only they knew that, beneath that single punch, two golden lotuses in the Merit Pool behind Long Hushan had withered instantly.

Those were Qi-lotuses, symbols of Long Hushan's and Liyang Dynasty's future destiny—each one priceless, and now two gone at once. How could Zhao Xuansu and the others not rage!

"Brat! You deserve to die!!"

With a roar, Zhao Xuansu raised his hand; purple qi began to gather again in the void, forming countless arrow-like darts that shot toward Wu Xian in a dense barrage, nearly blotting out half the sky.

"Come on!"

Seeing this, Wu Xian's eyes lit up; he laughed aloud and stepped forward, unleashing a fist imprint at seven-tenths power.

The fist struck—

Heaven and earth dimmed; sun and moon wailed.

The void boiled, sending up ten thousand ripples; the torrent of purple darts vanished instantly—faster than Zhao Danping had ever imagined.

Worse still, the residual fist power remained undiminished—but its target was not Zhao Xuansu. It veered past him, hurtling toward Long Hushan.

Sensing his intent, the old ancestor of Long Hushan was both shocked and furious, fearing damage to his mountain; he flickered rapidly, finally intercepting the fist imprint at the last moment, pouring every ounce of his Nascent Soul power into defense.

BOOM!!

In a thunderous crash, the fist imprint crushed through his protective aura and his crossed arms, slamming hard into his chest.

The fist sank inward; the terrifying force tore through every limb and bone, pulverizing his internal organs into pulp, and even shaking the Nascent Soul bound to his body.

With a loud pop, Zhao Xuansu—or rather, Zhao Danping's body—exploded into a mist of blood, leaving Zhao Xiyi and Zhao Danxia staring in horror, screaming in anguish.

A streak of light flashed—Zhao Xuansu's Nascent Soul had just barely escaped, swelling rapidly midair until it became an ancient Daoist priest with an ethereal aura.

"Oh! Master has finally revealed your true form?"

Watching the old Daoist's stone-cold expression, Wu Xian grinned broadly—so smug it was infuriating.

"Villain! You dared kill one of Long Hushan's Tian Shi—you've sealed your own death. Today, even if I sacrifice most of my cultivation, I will cut you down here!"

"Is that so? How wonderful!"

Hearing this, Wu Xian's eyes sparkled with delight; he stepped forward, unleashing a titanic aura from his body. His sleeves billowed as he pressed another fist imprint, the violent force making the entire space boil.

"Zhā!"

Zhao Xuansu muttered a low chant, forming two distinct Dao seals with his hands, unleashing a series of exquisitely refined Finger-Truth techniques. Combined with his Land Immortal-level cultivation, each move brimmed with lethal danger.

Ordinary Heaven-Phase cultivators would be wounded by a brush, killed by contact. Throughout the world, only Wang Xianzhi and a handful of hidden Land Immortals could stand against him head-on.

Wu Xian was not one of them.

Though his cultivation had just broken into Heaven-Phase, his terrifying stat bonuses meant his physique, qi, and soul strength surpassed over 99% of Land Immortals—even among Land Immortals, he stood among the absolute apex.

Thus, even if he stood motionless and relied solely on his qi and body to endure, Zhao Xuansu's attacks might not even land a meaningful blow—let alone that Wu Xian was no stranger to retaliation.

With one sweep of his fist imprint, he shattered every one of Zhao Xuansu's myriad techniques with brute force.

Below, the Daoist priests of Long Hushan stared in stunned silence, unable to fathom that mortals could wield such terrifying power—could this truly be human?

Oh! It wasn't!

From their earlier exchange, it was clear: the ancient Daoist with the ethereal aura was none other than Long Hushan's founding ancestor—a Land Immortal, long transcended mortality, so such power was understandable.

But who was this green-robed youth who had stormed the mountain? How could he possess such terrifying strength? Was he also a Land Immortal?

PANG—!!

With one punch, Wu Xian casually shattered eighty-one piercing sword qi, flickered aside from the mouth of a giant tiger spewing emerald flames, then appeared atop its head, stomped down—and turned it into a shower of fire.

"You've spent half this fight either using Finger-Truth techniques or relying on your realm—how dull."

"Where are the Eight Daoist Curses? Where's the Five Thunder Correct Law? Why not use your own Long Hushan arts? Surely you're not incapable?"

BOOM!!!

The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a concave void swallowed by darkening emptiness.

Simultaneously, Wu Xian teleported before Zhao Xuansu, letting the torrent of qi and Dao-light strike his body with metallic clangs. He raised his five fingers into a fist imprint, crushing the surrounding void as he drove it straight toward Zhao Xuansu's heart.

With a crack, the space shattered like a mirror, and Zhao Xuansu shattered with it.

Space shattered like glass; so did Zhao Xuansu.

But Wu Xian's face held no triumph—he frowned toward another direction, where another Zhao Xuansu stood.

"You wish to see Long Hushan's Thunder Law? Then as you wish!"

At that moment, Zhao Xuansu's hands moved in a blur, forming Dao seals too fast to trace; his aura grew increasingly violent.

The Daoist priest consecutively formed thirteen seals in the void, as if communing with heaven and earth… In an instant, a vast qi surged down like a flood, then he raised his palm and struck outward—five-colored thunder roared forth, intertwining like five furious dragons merging as one.

The Daoist struck thirteen seals into the void, as if communing with heaven and earth—instantly, a boundless qi surged down from above. He raised his palm and slammed forward; five-colored thunder roared forth, coiling together like five furious dragons.

This was… Five Thunder Correct Law!

Wu Xian laughed heartily, his form shifting as he soared higher, his left hand raised high, sparks of lightning dancing upon it.

Wu Xian laughed loudly, leaping higher, raising his left hand high—lightning crackled across it.

"Master has finally shown your true skill. Lucky for you—I also know a thunder technique. Please, Master, critique it!"

As he spoke, clouds above the heavens churned, and a colossal column of lightning crashed down, as if guided by invisible hands, carrying the power of cosmic annihilation, hurtling toward the mighty five-colored thunder dragon.

As he spoke, the clouds above churned; a colossal lightning column crashed down, as if guided by invisible hands, carrying the power of cosmic annihilation, hurtling toward the roaring five-colored thunder dragon.

Five Thunder Correct Law!!

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