Chapter 456: Raging Gale?

The appearance of Thunder Clan Great Ancestor Lei Tiankuang was like dropping an apocalyptic star into a calm lake, instantly turning this barren starry sky into an absolute life forbidden zone!

His hunched figure stood in the Void, his gray robe fluttered without wind, no violent Lei Dian explosions surrounded him, yet an formless, weightless breath resembling the first strand of Chaos Tribulation Annihilation Thunder from the dawn of the universe's Primordial spread.

Where this breath passed, the Space structure emitted an overburdened moan, silently twisting and solidifying, forming an invisible Lei Dian prison that enveloped billions of miles of starry sky!

Time here seemed to become viscous and slow; ordinary beings caught within might even have their thoughts frozen.

Those Chaos-colored Dark Eyes, like two bottomless ancient wells, reflected the Dark Shadows of Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, cold and indifferent, as if scrutinizing two creatures about to be crushed.

It was a disdain born of an absolute power that transcended ages and gazed over all beings, devoid of any emotion, yet more suffocating than the fiercest murderous intent.

The faintly circulating unique Thunder Rhythm around his form, which seemed capable of judging all souls and Jiemie countless ways, and the unabashed, sky‑splitting hatred toward Feng Caichen, made Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen instantly understand his origin.

"The Thunder Clan's old monster…" Ye Wuque's eyes were sharp as a heavenly sword; he felt solemn. This elder's cultivation was undeniably lofty, likely having truly reached the mysterious realm Beyond Immortal, a being they currently could not confront head‑on.

Feng Caichen, dressed in white as snow, his expression calm, said: "Another old immortal shows up, tsk tsk, this old immortal is probably a bit strong..."

His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly across the frozen starry sky; his composure and calm in the face of an absolute foe were like a gentle breeze brushing a mountain ridge, subtly dissipating some of the terror that had solidified to the extreme.

"Indeed. How should I put it, Lao Feng, do you think you can escape?"

"I'll try…" Feng Caichen's gaze narrowed slightly; deep within his clear eyes, countless subtle sword patterns began to flow and iterate, as if searching for the weakest link of this Lei Dian prison.

Though his words were casual, his actions left no room for slackness; against such an enemy, any negligence would be fatal.

Their brief exchange, calm yet resolute, showed no hint of panic or despair despite the dire situation.

On one hand, it was the rock‑solid Dark Heart forged through countless life‑and‑death trials.

On the other hand, they were not without support.

As Saint Son of Great Thousand Divine Universe and descendants of the Ancient Sword Tomb, they believed the colossal being behind them would never stand by while their most outstanding heirs fell easily.

Moreover, each possessed an ultimate life‑saving trump card, though its cost was enormous and would not be used unless absolutely necessary.

However, their composure, when seen by Lei Tiankuang's eyes, became outright provocation and contempt.

"Hehe…" Lei Tiankuang let out a low, hoarse chuckle, the sound like two rusted Lei Dian pieces grinding, bearing bone‑chilling sarcasm. "Within my Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison, you still dare to joke? That's rather bold. Unfortunately, boldness won't save your lives."

He slowly raised his gaunt right hand, as if only skin and bone remained.

With his movement, the entire sealed starry sky seemed to tremble and resonate!

Endless Destruction energy converged from the Void in all directions, and in his palm coalesced into a Thunderball no larger than a fist, yet displaying a heart‑pounding Chaos Tribulation Annihilation Thunder hue!

Inside the Thunderball, countless miniature universes seemed to be born, expand, and then face the ultimate Chaos Tribulation Annihilation Thunder judgment, returning to absolute Void and Jiemie!

Just by gazing at the Thunderball, Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen felt their souls pricked, their Dao Foundations trembling, as if their very existence were being denied and erased by the true intent of Chaos Tribulation Annihilation Thunder within the ball!

"Ants… for my clan's Qilin Child… repay your lives!"

The final trace of indifference in Lei Tiankuang's eyes was replaced by pure murderous intent; with a twist of his gaunt hand, the Chaos Tribulation Annihilation Thunder that had gathered the essence of the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison, capable of easily burying an entire Star Domain, was about to be mercilessly pressed toward Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen!

Death, just a breath away!

When a being like Lei Tiankuang strikes in anger, no chance for reaction or escape is given!

However, at the very moment the destructive Thunderball was about to slip from his grasp—a hair's breadth from catastrophe—

"Audacious!"

"Hmph! You're courting death!"

Two distinct yet equally supreme haughty hums, each bearing such supreme authority that they seemed able to set the heavens and split the night of ages, like two Dawn Breaker thunderclaps, erupted without warning in the sealed starry sky!

The first hum was clear as a Dragon Chant, yet carried the ultimate cutting edge that could sever all.

The instant the sound rang, the starry sky, solid as iron and imbued with the Lei Dian Line: Dead Silence law, seemed to be lightly sliced at its core by an invisible, formless sword of unparalleled sharpness.

Sss—!

A crystal‑clear sword scar, rippling with subtle Space undulations, materialized out of nowhere a short distance in front of Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen.

Though the sword scar seemed faint, it appeared to contain infinite destructive intent; Lei Tiankuang's proud Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison that sealed billions of miles of starry sky had its intangible law barrier silently sliced open by this scar, creating a minute fissure!

Although the fissure began to seal instantly, that once‑impenetrable barrier was already broken!

The second hum was as deep as the earth's pulse, as calm as a still ancient well, yet carried a vast, profound inclusiveness that could bear all things and support the heavens.

The sound was not sharp, yet seemed to resonate directly on the level of law.

As the hum faded, the omnipresent, terrifying pressure and Lei Dian Line: Dead Silence aura that had nearly frozen their souls receded and melted away like a tide.

In its place came a warm, mellow yet equally unfathomable force, like the strongest shield, gently and firmly protecting them from behind.

At the same time, the Void behind Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen seemed to part silently to both sides like a water curtain.

Two figures, one left, one right, stepped out from within, as if they had been waiting there for a long time.

The one on the left wore plain black robes, his posture as upright as a pine, his face rosy like a baby's, without a single wrinkle; only his long hair, meticulously combed, was tied with a simple wooden hairpin.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and every inch of the surrounding Void spontaneously manifested the supreme mystery of the sword path!

Minute sword rule runes flickered endlessly, phantom sword‑realm projections opened and closed in cycles, sometimes becoming the first blade of Open Heaven and Split Earth, other times evolving into the final sword that ends the Epoch!

Most unsettling were his eyes; outwardly calm, yet deep within seemed to swirl the grand tableau of starry universes collapsing, epochs shifting, civilizations rising and falling, his gaze appearing able to pierce the mist of ages and stare directly at the Path Origin!

The figure on the right was even more plain.

Clad in a grey hemp robe faded to near‑white, his frame was somewhat thin, his face plain and gaunt, wrinkles as deep as an old farmer's, his beard and hair all white, fluttering lightly in the wind.

He exuded no imposing aura, nor any dazzling divine light; he simply stood there quietly, as if merged with the surrounding starry sky and the formless Void beneath his feet, natural and unremarkable.

The appearance of these two figures caused a slight change in Lei Tiankuang's expression opposite them, yet he seemed unsurprised.