As a dignified max-level Celestial Master, who am I supposed to explain this to?

The ground behind Leichi Mountain cracked, and black gravel was blasted hundreds of meters into the air by the shockwave.

Several ancient pine trees on the edge of Leichi were uprooted, and broken branches and leaves flew everywhere.

Even a master like Zhang Qingyuan was forced back half a step by the shockwave.

When Zhang Qingyuan opened his eyes.

The silver-armored corpse has disappeared.

No, it cannot be said that it does not exist. It still exists, but the form of its existence has undergone a fundamental change.

In the center of Leichi, a charred crater three zhang in diameter was billowing thick smoke.

At the edge of the pit, the remains of the silver-armored corpse were scattered all over the ground.

One arm flew ten feet away, half a leg was stuck in the rubble, and the torso was completely carbonized, turning into a pile of black powder that was blown away by the wind.

The only thing that was still relatively intact was the head of the silver-armored corpse.

It rolled to the edge of the pit, the two eerie green flames in its eye sockets had gone out, leaving only two dark holes, and its mouth still held the terrified expression it had before dying.

One punch.

Just one punch.

A silver-armored zombie of the flying zombie level was beaten to a pulp.

Han Xuan stood in the center of the pit, maintaining his punching stance.

On his right arm, the golden lightning was slowly fading, revealing the skin underneath, which was burned red.

His Taoist robe was mostly shattered in the explosion, leaving only half a sleeve hanging on his shoulder, revealing his muscular upper body.

Golden arcs of electricity still flickered sporadically across his body, like tiny lightning snakes making their final struggle.

"call!!!"

Han Xuan slowly withdrew his fist and exhaled a long breath.

The breath carried white water vapor and tiny arcs of electricity, forming a small vortex in the air before slowly dissipating.

He looked down at his right hand.

His entire arm was red, and there were fine cracks on the surface of his skin, like cracked porcelain.

But there was no bleeding or fracture.

The Thunder Emperor Body completely transformed his physical body into lightning the instant it erupted, minimizing physical damage.

"good."

Han Xuan flexed his fingers, feeling the stinging pain from his fingertips. "The recoil was a bit too strong. I'll have to improve my technique next time."

He looked up and saw his master and elders standing dumbfounded at the edge of the Thunder Pool.

"Master."

Han Xuan flashed a standard obedient disciple's smile, "You're back?"

Zhang Qingyuan did not answer.

This 73-year-old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain is the head of the Zhengyi Alliance and one of the most accomplished cultivators of his time.

His expression at that moment was like that of a child seeing a magic show for the first time.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, and the whisk in his hand had fallen out of his hand again.

The three elders didn't look much better either.

Lin Shouzhen's jaw almost dropped to his chest, Zhou Tieshan's fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and Qian Guangjin's smile finally vanished, replaced by an expression of utter disbelief.

Zhao Xiaofan got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and glanced at Han Xuan in the pit.

He glanced again at the silver-armored corpse's head at the edge of the pit, and then made a very wise decision.

He squatted back down and put his hands behind his head.

"I can't watch anymore, I can't watch anymore, if I keep watching my Dao heart will collapse..."

In the end, it was Zhang Qingyuan who came to his senses first.

He took a deep breath, then another, and yet another.

I took three deep breaths before I could barely make my voice sound normal.

"Han Xuan".

"Disciple is here."

"What you just used... was the Thunder Emperor Body?"

"Yes."

"When did you learn that?"

Han Xuan blinked, giving an innocent look: "Just... just now."

"Just now?!"

"Hmm. I noticed that the Heavenly Thunder Technique couldn't damage the silver-armored corpse, so I wanted to try something stronger."

"Then an idea suddenly popped into my head: what would happen if I converted all my true energy into lightning? So I tried it, and to my surprise, it actually worked."

He spoke casually, as if he were describing a new way of brewing tea that he had tried that morning.

Zhang Qingyuan's temples started throbbing again.

"You...you succeeded on your first attempt at the Thunder Emperor Body?"

"It wasn't a complete success."

Han Xuan shook his head honestly, "There's still a problem with the way you exert force. The explosive power is too concentrated, causing most of the energy to be wasted on the shockwave. Only about 30% of it actually hits the silver-armored corpse."

"If we could control it more precisely, we should be able to kill silently without making such a commotion."

He glanced at the mess around him and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'm so sorry, Master, for making such a mess of the back mountain. I'll repave the ground later."

Zhang Qingyuan felt he might need to sit down.

No, you might need to lie down.

"Do you know how dangerous the Thunder Emperor Body is?"

His voice rose involuntarily, "The slightest carelessness could sever your meridians and destroy your body and soul! You just... just casually tried it?!"

Han Xuan remained silent for a moment.

He knew. Of course he knew.

In his previous life, he had witnessed a junior brother with extraordinary talent attempt the Thunder Emperor Body, only to die on the spot, his body turning into charcoal.

When his junior brother died, Han Xuan stood three zhang away and watched helplessly as he turned to ashes in the lightning.

He remembered that scene for thirty years.

Therefore, his understanding of the Thunder Emperor Body is far deeper than anyone else's.

In his previous life, he spent twenty years studying the theory of the Thunder Emperor Body, consulting all the classic texts about the Thunder Emperor Body in Longhu Mountain, deducing the circulation route of true qi countless times, and simulating the transformation process of lightning countless times.

He knew more about the Thunder Emperor Body than anyone else on Longhu Mountain.

However, in his previous life, his body did not allow him to use it.

And now...

"Master, I know what I'm doing."

Han Xuan's tone was calm yet firm, "I have studied all the classic texts on the Thunder Emperor Body and deduced every possible risk. I will not joke with my own life."

Zhang Qingyuan was stunned.

He looked into Han Xuan's eyes.

Those golden pupils were slowly returning to their normal black, but the composure and certainty deep within them had not faded at all.

That look in his eyes doesn't seem like that of an eighteen-year-old.

He seemed more like an old Taoist priest who had experienced countless life and death events and seen through the vicissitudes of life.

Zhang Qingyuan suddenly remembered something.

Three days ago, Han Xuan was practicing the Five Thunder Orthodox Method in the back mountain when he suffered a qi deviation and fell into a coma for a day and a night.

After waking up, the Golden Light Mantra jumped from the third to the sixth level, learned the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique, and is now using the Thunder Emperor Body.

A person went into a state of demonic possession and was unconscious for a day and a night. When he woke up, he had become an unparalleled master.

This kind of thing wouldn't happen in martial arts novels.

unless!!!

A thought flashed through Zhang Qingyuan's mind, but it was too absurd, so he subconsciously suppressed it.

"Come with me."

Zhang Qingyuan's voice returned to calm, "The rest of you stay here and clean up the mess."

He turned and walked towards the main hall, his steps steady.

But Han Xuan noticed that his master's hand holding the whisk was trembling slightly.