Chapter 1648

1448 Thunder-attribute cultivation technique

A muffled sound echoed.

Lin Yi was pushed back several steps by Ximen Wudi, his face pale.

"You've also mastered a Thunder-attribute cultivation technique? No wonder you're so arrogant!"

Lin Yi stared at Ximen Wudi in surprise.

He had believed his divine art was sufficient to crush Ximen Wudi.

But now, Ximen Wudi had effortlessly pushed him back several steps!

"Lin Yi, now you know what true strength really means!" Ximen Wudi said coldly.

"Ximen Wudi, I admit you're strong, but you're not worthy of making me yield!" Lin Yi said grimly.

His words instantly sparked roaring laughter from the surrounding disciples.

"Hahaha, who do you think you are? You've beaten Brother Lin Yi—do you really think you're invincible? How naive!"

"How dare you expect Brother Lin Yi to yield? Brother Lin Yi's strength ranks among the top three in Qingshan Sect—who are you to challenge him in a true Qi contest?"

"That's right! Brother Lin Yi is no match for a worthless like you!"

"Brother Lin Yi, crush this trash!"

Hearing these taunts, Ximen Wudi's expression darkened instantly.

Ximen Wudi ignored the disciples' mockery and fixed his gaze on Lin Yi, sneering: "Since you won't yield, let's continue—let's see who truly deserves the title of invincible!"

Ximen Wudi attacked Lin Yi again.

His strikes became ferocious and unmatched, his fist forces crisscrossing like golden dragons, tearing toward Lin Yi.

Lin Yi continuously dodged, refusing to meet Ximen Wudi's attacks head-on.

But Ximen Wudi's assaults were too ferocious—Lin Yi could only retreat step by step.

The battle between them grew extremely intense.

Ximen Wudi's attacks relentlessly struck Lin Yi's body, leaving streaks of blood across his skin.

Lin Yi's body kept retreating.

Finally, he was pushed right to the edge of the combat platform.

Ximen Wudi's fist force struck Lin Yi's shoulder again, sending him spitting blood.

"Damn it, Ximen Wudi, I won't let you off—I'll grind your bones to ash!"

Lin Yi's body crashed hard onto the ground.

Lin Yi, severely wounded and unconscious, lay on the ground.

Ximen Wudi's body landed beside Lin Yi.

At this moment, he was drenched in blood, looking especially battered.

Yet, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Though he had held the upper hand just now, he had suffered many wounds himself.

Ximen Wudi felt as if ten thousand arrows had pierced his body.

Worse still, a strange force had erupted within him, frantically devouring his internal Qi, causing him unbearable pain.

Ximen Wudi's face turned ashen, beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead, and a trail of clear blood dripped from his lips.

"Damn it, this Lin Yi truly lives up to his title as Qingshan Sect's top prodigy!"

Ximen Wudi's face was filled with wariness.

This Lin Yi was no ordinary genius.

This Lin Yi must have cultivated some extremely profound divine art to possess such terrifying physical power.

"But even so, I won't let you off easy!"

A look of resolve flashed in Ximen Wudi's eyes.

His body trembled, and his internal Qi instantly boiled.

All his meridians opened, and his Qi surged like a flood into his dantian.

Ximen Wudi activated the Nine Yang Divine Art, fusing that strange force into his own Qi.

His Qi churned and boiled again.

Ximen Wudi's cultivation level rose once more!

Level 107, Level 108…

"Boom!"

Ximen Wudi's cultivation broke through, reaching Level 129!

His overall strength surged dramatically.

"Finally broke past Level 107—what a rush!"

A look of ecstatic joy appeared on Ximen Wudi's face.

Ximen Wudi knew he had finally entered the true Warrior realm—he was no longer an ordinary person.

"Lin Yi, now I am a true Warrior—shouldn't you yield now?"

Ximen Wudi looked at Lin Yi and asked calmly.

"How could you break through so fast? How could you break through so quickly!"

Lin Yi's face twisted in shock.

"Heh, that's none of your business!"

Ximen Wudi sneered.

Immediately after, he lunged violently toward Lin Yi to kill him.

Ximen Wudi's fist, like a falling meteor, smashed down toward Lin Yi's forehead.

"Lin Yi, this is my fist—be careful!"

Ximen Wudi roared.

Lin Yi watched the fist rushing toward him, his face changing drastically, his eyes filled with terror.

"Big Brother Lin Yi, use your divine ability quickly, or there won't be time!"

"Big Brother Lin Yi, this Ximen Wudi is really very strong! Be careful!"

Seeing the situation, that group of disciples hurriedly called out.

"Even if I have to risk bearing a heavy injury, I absolutely will not lose to him!"

Lin Yi's face flushed red. He let out an angry roar, and dazzling, brilliant divine radiance burst forth from his body.

"Boom—!"

Lin Yi's palm struck out a divine ability, meeting Ximen Wudi's fist head-on.

"Bang—!"

Lin Yi's and Ximen Wudi's fists collided, producing a deafening explosion.

From both their fists, blazing divine radiance erupted, dazzling the surrounding disciples so they could not open their eyes.

"Crack—!"

Lin Yi's body traced an arc through the air and crashed onto the ground.

Ximen Wudi stood in place and glanced at his own fist.

On the fist, a tiny crack appeared.

This crack was very, very shallow—almost impossible to see; without looking closely, one could not detect it at all.

However, within this crack, wisps of an unusual ripple spread out.

"This is…"

"This power—could it be a divine ability?"

Ximen Wudi's brows lifted, a glint flashing through his eyes.

The power emanating from Lin Yi made Ximen Wudi feel extremely dangerous—even a threat.

Ximen Wudi knew that what Lin Yi cultivated must be some extremely formidable divine ability, and its power was certainly immense; otherwise, it could never have produced such a terrifying effect.