Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 118 Sikong Zhen vs. Sword Douluo, killing Ning Fengzhi!
"what happened?"

Ning Fengzhi was startled awake from his sleep and hurriedly put on his robe.

"Sect Master, run!" A disciple covered in blood burst through the door, shouting in panic, "The people from the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence have broken in!"

"what!"

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out a communication firework.

However, before the fireworks could even go off, a bolt of lightning flashed and severed his entire right arm at the shoulder!

"Sect Leader Ning, how have you been?"

Sikong Mingde, with his Thunder Prison Dharma Aspect Martial Soul behind him, wielding a Thunder Spear, and nine soul rings beneath his feet, walked over the rubble.

Behind him, three thousand Stormtroopers were wreaking havoc in the outer city.

Outer disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fell in droves.

"Sikong Mingde! How dare you—"

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking, a terrifying sword aura suddenly slashed from the side.

Sikong Mingde didn't even turn his head.

"Nine Seals of Thunder Talisman, First Seal, Break!"

A detached voice rang out, and Sikong Zhen stepped down from mid-air, easily shattering the sword energy unleashed by Chen Xin.

"Chen Xin, your opponent is me."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood on the rooftop, holding the Seven Kill Sword, his nine soul rings standing out conspicuously in the night.

"You? A junior, who gave you the audacity to fight with this old man!" Chen Xin said calmly, turning around to protect Ning Fengzhi.

boom!
Sikong Zhen's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, a bolt of crimson lightning descended from the sky.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Nine Heavens Crimson Lightning Tribulation!"

Chen Xin's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Seven Kill Sword hummed in his hand.

He never imagined that this young junior could unleash such a terrifying aura, which was more than ten times stronger than when they last met.
"Fourth soul skill, murderous intent!"

Chen Xin hurriedly unleashed a single-target burst soul skill.

The Seven Kill Sword unleashed a blindingly cold light, and a sword aura condensed to its extreme met the crimson lightning.

The moment the two forces collided, Chen Xin felt an immense force surge through him, and was forced to take three steps back before regaining his balance.

"How can it be"

Chen Xin's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a solemn look finally appeared in his eyes.

"Sword Douluo, you're nothing special, just all talk and no action."

Sikong Zhen stood in mid-air, his feet treading on thunder.

Yellow, purple, black, red!
The seven spirit rings lit up one after another, especially the last two blood-red 100,000-year spirit rings, which exuded a suffocating pressure.

"First Soul Skill: Thunder Protection!"

"Third Soul Skill - Profound Thunder Fifth Level!"

With two soft shouts, Sikong Zhen was instantly covered by dazzling lightning, and five lightning patterns flowed across his body.

His aura surged, becoming comparable to that of Chen Xin, a peak level 96 Douluo!
"Dust in the heart".

Sikong Zhen made a fist with his right hand, and bolts of lightning slowly took shape. "Today, let me experience the sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword."

The words have not yet fallen.

His figure had already darted out like lightning.

An extremely violent thunder fist, accompanied by a deafening roar, crashed down!

"clang--"

Chen Xin raised his sword to meet the attack.

The two collided, unleashing a deafening roar. The shockwave swept through the area, causing all buildings within a radius of 100 meters to collapse.

"What a powerful force!"

Chen Xin was horrified. He clearly felt that each of Sikong Zhen's strikes contained the power of thunder from heaven and earth, making his tiger's mouth numb.

"A battle in the sky."

After speaking, Sikong Zhen flew directly into the sky.

"it is good!"

Chen Xin did not refuse, nor could he refuse. If a battle were to take place here, the aftershocks alone would be enough to kill Ning Fengzhi.

The two arrived at an altitude of 1,000 meters.

Thunderclouds filled the night sky, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, as if the heavens and earth were trembling for this duel.

……

After Chen Xin and Sikong Zhen left, the main hall was deathly silent. Ning Fengzhi staggered backward, clutching his severed arm, blood seeping from between his fingers.

He looked around and saw that the experts of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had surrounded him, but each of them had an undisguised fear on their face.

"Sikong Mingde".

Ning Fengzhi endured the excruciating pain, his voice hoarse, "Do you really intend to fight my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to the death?"

Sikong Mingde sneered, his Thunder Spear crackling with lightning: "Ning Fengzhi, putting aside our past grievances, you should have thought of this day when you chose to stand on Xueye's side!"

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he suddenly roared, "Seven Treasures Transform into Glazed Glass! Seven Treasures True Form!"

A burst of seven-colored light suddenly appeared.

Despite his severe injuries, Ning Fengzhi forcefully activated his Martial Soul True Body to amplify everyone's power.

"kill!"

More than ten Soul Saints and several Soul Douluos simultaneously unleashed their Soul Power, and various Soul Skills poured down on Sikong Mingde like a torrential rain.

A hint of disdain flashed in Sikong Mingde's eyes.

Suddenly, his right arm glowed with a blinding blood-red light, and a crystal-clear soul bone appeared.

"Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill - Thunderous Heavenly Punishment!"

"boom--"

A lightning bolt with a diameter of over ten meters descended from the sky, instantly piercing through all the incoming soul skills.

Those Soul Saints and Soul Douluos didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes in the lightning, all of them dying.

The violent aftershocks of the thunder blasted a huge crater into the ground within a radius of a hundred meters.

The rubble and debris were melted by the high temperature!

"what!"

Ning Fengzhi was thrown dozens of meters by the blast wave and crashed heavily to the ground.

He struggled to look up.

Sikong Mingde walked slowly, stepping on lightning, with the horrific scene of three thousand Storm Army soldiers slaughtering the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind him.

"Now, it's your turn."

Sikong Mingde looked down at Ning Fengzhi, his thunderous spear pointed at his throat.

Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter laugh: "The victor is king, the loser is villain. I just didn't expect this."

The spear thrust out,

Ning Fengzhi's voice came to an abrupt end.

Sikong Mingde was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. He drew his spear and looked at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Master lying on the ground without any emotion in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky, where thunder and sword energy were still clashing fiercely.

"Let Zhen'er and Chen Xin fight a major battle; it would be good for them to get used to their suddenly increased strength."

Sikong Mingde was well aware of his grandson's strength and wasn't too worried about Sikong Zhen being in danger, but just in case, he was still keeping an eye on the battle in the sky.

If Sikong Zhen is outmatched, he will immediately use 'teleportation' to provide support!
……

"Nine Seals of Thunder Talisman - Imprisonment!"

Sikong Zhen formed hand seals, and nine purple thunder talismans condensed in the air, transforming into a thunder cage that pressed down on Chen Xin.

Chen Xin's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Eighth Soul Skill - Moving Mountains and Filling Seas!"

The Seven Kill Sword grew to a height of 100 meters.

With a single sword strike, the sword energy surged like a rainbow, cleaving open the Thunder Talisman cage and continuing its powerful strike towards Sikong Zhen.

Sikong Zhen unleashed his Thunder Shadow Flash, increasing his speed dramatically and instantly dodging the sword strike.

"It's not over yet!"

Sikong Zhen shouted, "Sixth Soul Skill - Thunder Dragon Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

A hundred-foot-long thunder dragon emerged from the clouds, its roar shaking the heavens, and charged toward Chen Xin with earth-shattering thunderous power.

Chen Xin dared not be negligent, and his ninth soul ring lit up: "Ninth Soul Skill - Divine and Demonic Slash!"

The Seven Kill Sword split in two, one sword aura shining like divine light, and the other sword aura surging like demonic energy. The two sword auras then merged into one and slashed at the Thunder Dragon.

"boom--"

The heavens and earth trembled, and the terrifying shockwave shattered all the clouds within a radius of several miles.

Neither Sikong Zhen nor Chen Xin gained any advantage from this move.

However, Sikong Zhen's physical strength was stronger, and he did not retreat even half a step under the impact of the aftershocks, while Chen Xin was pushed back several feet.

(End of this chapter)