If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The entire room fell silent.

Their faces, which had been filled with mockery and disdain, were now frozen in place, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

On the arena, Lei Qianjue's arrogance froze on his face.

His casual "Lightning Serpent Technique" would leave even cultivators of the same level scrambling to dodge.

But the guy wearing the bronze mask just slipped and dodged it.

That movement wasn't dodging; it looked more like slipping while taking a walk.

"That's interesting."

Lei Qianjue's face darkened, the contempt on his lips vanished, and anger surfaced.

This is clearly a joke on him!

"Hmph! You charlatan, let's see how long you can hide!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Qianjue suddenly pushed his hands forward!

"Sizzle—!"

Blinding electric light gathered in his palm, then exploded instantly, turning into more than a dozen twisted arcs of electricity.

Arcs of electricity intertwined in mid-air, instantly forming a lightning net that covered half of the arena!

Lightning crackled and exploded, completely sealing off all of Mo Chengyue's escape routes!

"That's the opening stance for 'Purple Lightning Cage'!"

A discerning disciple in the audience gasped in surprise.

"Damn it, there's nowhere to hide now!"

"This move can only be withstood head-on! How can a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator withstand it?"

A barrage of lightning crashed down, and Mo Chengyue's hunched figure appeared thin and fragile in the flashes of electricity.

However, he still had no intention of putting up a fight.

Just as the lightning net tightened and was about to touch his body, he moved.

Heavenly Dragon Steps!

His figure suddenly became illusory, leaving behind afterimages.

He barely managed to slip through the gap between the two electric arcs by touching the ground with his left foot.

He spun around with his right foot and slid away along the edge of the crackling lightning net.

Forward, backward, dodge left, move right.

The disciples below could only see a gray shadow weaving through the lightning.

Each dodge was made at the last moment before the lightning net closed, allowing one to slip through that seemingly impossible gap.

He wasn't avoiding the lightning; he was playing with it.

Is this some kind of footwork? This is sorcery!

Lei Qianjue's face changed from gloomy to ashen.

His attacks missed their mark, his violent power hitting the air.

This feeling of frustration almost drove him mad!

"Die!"

Lei Qianjue was completely enraged. He roared to the sky and raised his arms high above his head.

"Thunderbolt Strike!"

Boom!

The sky seemed to darken for a moment, and even more violent lightning power gathered above his head.

The next moment, the terrifying lightning net collapsed instantly, turning into hundreds and thousands of tiny lightning bolts that indiscriminately poured down on the area where Mo Chengyue was located!

hide?

There's no way to hide now.

This is a saturation attack that covers everything!

Looking at the thunderous downpour that covered the entire area, Mo Chengyue curled the corners of his mouth behind his mask.

coming!

Relying solely on footwork has indeed reached its limit.

So next... it's time to test the quality of the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique"!

His mind raced, and he deliberately slowed his pace by half a beat.

"Pfft!"

A faint bolt of lightning struck his left shoulder precisely.

"Sizzle—"

A burnt smell wafted over, and Mo Chengyue shuddered violently, his muscles stiffening and his movements coming to an abrupt halt.

"Sigh, it still doesn't work..."

"To force Senior Brother Lei to use 'Thunderbolt Hundred Strikes' is already an honorable defeat."

"Ultimately, the difference in cultivation level is too great."

A collective sigh of regret rippled through the audience.

When Lei Qianjue saw Mo Chengyue frozen in place, his body convulsing, a cruel grin finally appeared on his face.

"Useless, always useless!"

He took a step forward, ready to deliver the final blow to this guy in full view of everyone, utterly crushing his dignity.

However, the moment he took that step...

An unexpected change occurred!

The lightning power that surged into Mo Chengyue's body was enveloped by a gentle vortex before it could cause any damage.

Within his dantian, the Tai Chi diagram rotated, and the true essence of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture immediately surged up, entangling and dispersing the lightning power.

At the same time, the method of "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique" operates on its own.

Mysterious runes lit up in the meridians, capturing, compressing, and taming this foreign power of lightning!

The whole process can be completed in the blink of an eye!

outside world.

Just as another bolt of lightning was about to strike Mo Chengyue's chest, the figure that should have been frozen in place suddenly moved.

He didn't hide.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, extended his index finger, and gently touched the lightning bolt that was shooting towards him.

It seemed to be pointing at something.

Then, something happened that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

The blue lightning bolt shot straight towards him, then suddenly stopped half a foot away from Mo Chengyue's index finger!

Then, it abruptly turned a corner at an odd angle!

call out--!

The lightning bypassed Mo Chengyue's body and shot back at an even faster speed towards Lei Qianjue, who had just taken a step and was looking completely bewildered!

What?!

Lei Qianjue's pupils shrank suddenly. He had no time to think and could only instinctively activate his protective true essence.

"Bang!"

The lightning slammed into his protective true essence, creating a ring of electric arcs.

He was so shocked that he staggered back a step, his face full of disbelief.

"Lightning Summoning Technique?"

He immediately rejected it!

"No! Lightning-summoning spells require magical artifacts or talismans, and it's impossible for it to be this smooth! What kind of sorcery is this?!"

His exclamation was drowned out by the deathly silence below the stage.

Everyone is stupid.

This lightning magic... how can it even curve?!

But on the stage, Mo Chengyue's performance had only just begun.

Instead of stopping, he used his body as a pivot and began to unleash the Heavenly Dragon Step once more.

His hands moved and manipulated the objects amidst the raging thunder and rain.

The bolts of lightning that were originally aimed at him were "deflected" by him in all sorts of unbelievable ways.

Some of the lightning bolts drew arcs in the air and struck the other corner of the arena.

Some of the lightning bolts were casually flicked by him, and two bolts collided in mid-air, annihilating into sparks.

Several bolts of lightning were drawn to him, swirling and dancing around him without harming him in the slightest.

At this moment, Mo Chengyue was no longer the weakling who dodged attacks; he had become the master of lightning.

On the other side of the arena, Lei Qianjue, the true "Master Lei," became the most pathetic spectator.

His attacks not only failed to harm the enemy, but instead became their toys!

This is an absolute disgrace!

"Aaaaaah!"

Enraged, Lei Qianjue's eyes turned bloodshot, and he went completely mad, pouring all his true energy into "Thunder Strike Hundred Strikes" without reservation.

The lightning in the sky became even more intense!

Mo Chengyue's lips curled slightly beneath the mask.

"That's about it."

He suddenly clasped his hands together, holding them loosely in front of his chest.

The three bolts of lightning that he had been guiding were instantly pulled by an invisible force and converged in his palm.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Three bolts of lightning intertwined, compressed, and merged wildly in his palm.

In the end, it transformed into a lightning ball the size of a fist, flashing with a dangerous purple light!

The color of this lightning ball was deeper than any lightning bolt emitted by Lei Qianjue, and the energy contained within it caused the air in the entire arena to distort!

go with!

With a flick of his arm, Mo Chengyue hurled the thunder ball, which contained the power of his enemy, at Lei Qianjue!

Lei Qianjue sensed a deadly crisis. He roared and pushed his remaining protective true essence to its limit, setting up layers of defense in front of him.

However, it didn't work.

boom--!!!

A deafening explosion!

The purple lightning ball instantly tore through all his defenses!

The violent lightning engulfed him.

"Thump!"

In the dead silence, a charred figure flew backward off the stage, emitting blue smoke, and crashed heavily to the ground below.

He struggled for a moment, then fainted.

It was Lei Qianjue.

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared blankly at the hunched figure wearing a bronze mask on the arena.

Mo Chengyue slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had only done a small thing.

He calmly walked off the stage and stood before the disciple in charge of recording, who was looking at him as if he were a monster.

"Thirty moves, I made it through."

Mo Chengyue said in a hoarse voice.

"Give me fifty low-grade spirit stones."

The disciple in charge was startled and hurriedly counted out fifty spirit stones from his storage bag, respectfully handing them over.

Mo Chengyue took the spirit stone, weighed it in his hand, and put it in his pocket.

Then, under the gaze of hundreds of people filled with awe, fear, and curiosity, he turned around, hunched over, and walked into the crowd, quickly disappearing from sight.

Until his figure completely disappeared.

The scene below the Thunder Platform erupted into chaos, like boiling water bursting into a pot!

"My God! Lei Qianjue... lost?!"

"Defeated by... by his own lightning magic?!"

"Holy crap! Who is that person?! What kind of technique is that?!"

"A masked man... When did such a monster appear in our sect?!"