Chapter 513

Chapter 513: The Might of Purple Thunder

The spiritual pressure of condensed soul energy descended like a battle axe cleaving down from the sky.

The gap between their cultivation realms was immense. By all logic, this pressure alone should have crushed Ye Yun’s ability to resist.

Yet fate often twists unexpectedly.

Ye Yun merely tilted his head up slightly. A translucent sword shot from his eyes, spinning once in the air.

The roaring soul battle axe shattered into mist, dissolving instantly.

The oppressive force vanished completely, leaving no trace.

Brother Zheng stood frozen, gaping at Ye Yun. How could a mere Foundation Establishment disciple at the pinnacle of his stage counter spiritual pressure with spiritual pressure? And with such ease, as though swatting a fly?

“Spiritual pressure… is just this feeble?”

Ye Yun’s gentle tone cut like a blade through Brother Zheng’s chest.

“Impossible!”

Brother Zheng growled low in his throat. He now understood—this youth’s true strength far exceeded his apparent cultivation level. With such power, Ye Yun could likely challenge fourth or fifth-level Golden Core experts in the Spiritual Pond trials.

Malice flickered in Brother Zheng’s eyes. The feud between Absolute Heart Peak and Demon Suppression Peak ran deep. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have openly mocked Shu Anshi earlier. Though Shu Anshi and Demon Suppression Peak’s Yin Suxin were deeply attached, their peaks’ conflict forced their romance into secrecy.

This Spiritual Pond challenge had been proposed by Absolute Heart Peak’s Kun Huazi. Demon Suppression Peak found it strange—the pond had opened just six months prior, and Kun Huazi had already absorbed its energies. Reentering so soon should yield minimal benefits.

But seeing Ye Yun, Brother Zheng understood. This challenge existed solely for him. To boost success chances, even Shu Anshi joined—a peak Golden Core cultivator daring to challenge a Third Level Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Clearly, Tian Yunzi’s inner disciple received extraordinary favor.

Ding Qian’s eyes narrowed on Ye Yun. So this was Tian Yunzi’s prized pupil, worth reopening the Spiritual Pond for. She recalled how Supreme Elders had opposed this challenge until Tian Yunzi’s uncharacteristically firm stance swayed the Palace Master.

If Tian Yunzi valued Ye Yun so highly, the youth must possess hidden depths beyond breaking spiritual pressure.

Brother Zheng shot Ding Qian a glance brimming with murderous intent—a silent question.

After a heartbeat’s pause, Ding Qian nodded.

The animosity between their peaks was legendary. Tian Yunzi and Demon Suppression Peak’s Yan Rushui clashed constantly during council meetings, nearly coming to blows multiple times. Eliminating Tian Yunzi’s protege would please Yan Rushui greatly.

As Yan Rushui pursued breakthroughs in the Earth Immortal realm, Ding Qian and Yin Suxin were being groomed to lead Demon Suppression Peak. This chance to strike at Absolute Heart Peak couldn’t be wasted.

Brother Zheng’s face twisted. He lunged forward, strange staff raised. Gray light erupted skyward, coalescing into a massive Phantom Beast.

“Kill him!”

The staff thrust toward Ye Yun. The gray Phantom Beast charged, whirlwinds screaming in its wake, its shadow blotting out the sun.

Ding Qian watched intently. Brother Zheng held nothing back—this Phantom Beast contained a refined beast spirit he’d nurtured for half a year. Merged with his cultivation, the attack equaled two late Golden Core experts combined. This was why he dared challenge peak Golden Core disciples.

Now unleashed at full power, it left Ye Yun no escape.

Ding Qian’s breath quickened. Even crippling Ye Yun would deal Absolute Heart Peak a severe blow.

Another disciple from Demon Suppression Peak shared the same thought. Even if Ye Yun had broken through Brother Zheng’s spiritual pressure, he believed the youth couldn’t possibly withstand such an attack and would either die or suffer grave injuries.

Yet in their eagerness, they failed to notice the Absolute Heart Peak members including Shu Anshi showed no tension or fear.

Kun Huazi kept smiling, eyes glinting with mockery as he watched the gray Phantom Beast overhead. Zhuge Chong stared at Ye Yun with narrowed eyes, deep in thought.

Shu Anshi didn’t even glance at the battle. His gaze pierced through the churning clouds in the distance, hands clasped behind his back, naturally exuding the aura of a grandmaster.

His ambitions stretched beyond Divine Grace Palace, beyond even the Great Qin Empire. Behind his plain appearance beat a heart yearning for the Eight Major Sects of the continent. He sought not the Nascent Soul stage nor earthly kingdoms, but the Earth Immortal realm – only by becoming a sage could one truly stand firm in this world of countless experts.

The gray Phantom Beast reappeared above Ye Yun’s head in a flash, jagged teeth gleaming as its maw snapped down.

A faint smile touched Ye Yun’s lips. His right hand twisted casually, releasing an explosion of blue icy light that crystallized around him.

Ice Spirit Barrier!

As the beast’s jaws closed on his head, the barrier activated. Blue ice crystals instantly encased him like ancient glacial armor, their cold radiance undimmed through millennia.

Crack!

The Phantom Beast’s bite met the barrier with a metallic crunch. Surprisingly, the clearest sounds came not from the ice but from the beast’s own teeth shattering.

This proved how Brother Zheng had poured immense effort into materializing the phantom – even its teeth possessed metallic solidity. Yet the fearsome bite only chipped some ice fragments while breaking two fangs.

Brother Zheng faltered momentarily before channeling more true qi. The gray phantom regenerated instantly, leaping again with its head sharpened into a spear-like point aiming for Ye Yun’s crown.

As the phantom surged upward, ripples of purple light shadow spread through the air.

"Divine Thunder Annihilation!"

Purple lightning split the sky with thunderous wrath, bearing the crushing judgment of heaven itself.

The gray Phantom Beast froze mid-air, trembling. Compelled by Brother Zheng’s will, it lunged downward regardless. But no phantom could outrace divine lightning.

The purple bolt struck its back with a resounding crack.

Bang!

Electric tendrils spiderwebbed across the sky. The gray Phantom Beast disintegrated into swirling ash, its remnants scattering like defeated shadows.

Such was the devastating power of Divine Thunder.