Chapter 57: Chen Changsheng So I am This Powerful, Instantly Slaying a Soul Formation Thunder Beast
Chapter 57 – Chen Changsheng So I am This Powerful, Instantly Slaying a Soul Formation Thunder Beast
Swoosh!
Two massive figures materialized directly above the Water-Moon Cave.
Sensing the aura of their Perished kin, the two Thunder Beasts immediately threw their heads back and roared at the heavens.
“Tsk, tsk.”
“Do not be in such a hurry to howl.”
“In a moment, you will be joining him.”
Chen Changsheng appeared upon the mountain peak. His body was clad in armor forged of golden scales, reflecting a blinding glare under the sunlight.
Seeing their kin’s scales desecrated and fashioned into armor, one of the Thunder Beasts immediately erupted in rage.
“Human, you possess immense audacity, daring to blaspheme the Thunder Clan in this manner.”
“My Thunder Clan will demand the blood of a million humans to wash away this disgrace.”
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng pulled back his lips into a cold smile. “A million lives? Do you even possess the strength to exact such a toll?”
“A single Thunder Beast yields too little flesh. It is fortunate you two arrived.”
“Insolent!”
The Thunder Beast roared, and a bolt of lightning as thick as an ancient tree trunk instantly blasted toward Chen Changsheng.
Boom!
The sheer concussive force sent Chen Changsheng flying over three hundred yards, yet the terrifying Heavenly tribulation-like lightning failed to leave a single scorch mark upon his flesh.
Gazing at the residual lightning arcing across his armor, Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue in genuine wonder.
“To think the scales of a Thunder Beast are not only dense but can also ward off heavenly lightning. What an unexpected harvest.”
With those words, Chen Changsheng manifested a golden light in his left hand, and swung his right arm with all his might.
Squelch!
The golden light effortlessly pierced through the first Thunder Beast’s massive torso, while the sword qi unleashed from his right hand cleanly severed the forelimb of the second.
Two Thunder Beasts at the early Soul Formation stage—one dead, one crippled in the span of a single breath.
This outcome left not only the surviving beast stupefied, but even Chen Changsheng himself stood in momentarily stunned silence.
One must understand, Chen Changsheng’s own cultivation base was merely at the early Soul Formation stage.
To harvest the lives of peers in the same realm as easily as scything wheat—this was a heaven-defying privilege reserved only for Peerless monstrous talents.
Retrieving the golden light, Chen Changsheng stared at his own palms and sighed, “I have not engaged in martial slaughter for hundreds of years. I never realized my own lethality.”
Before his echo faded, Chen Changsheng surged forward to hunt down the crippled survivor.
The beast, originally a proud vanguard, now burned its very blood essence in a desperate bid to flee.
It was too terrifying.
Chen Changsheng’s overwhelming might had completely shattered the Soul Formation beast’s courage to face him.
The proud, ancestral scales of the Thunder Clan were flimsier than rotting parchment before that golden light.
Beyond the golden light, the broken blade in this human’s grasp radiated an unfathomable, dread-inducing aura.
How could a mere Soul Formation human possess such a Peerless divine armament?
“Why do you run?”
Chen Changsheng, cloaked entirely in golden light, tore out from beneath the earth and blocked the beast’s path.
“Spare me, or I shall risk Self-Destruction and…”
Swish!
The golden light bypassed every layer of the Thunder Beast’s physical and Qi defenses, passing through its heart as effortlessly as a hot knife through tallow.
Staring down at the hairline fissure upon its chest, the Thunder Beast’s eyes clouded with immense bewilderment before its massive frame plummeted from the sky.
In its final moments, it simply could not comprehend what artifact this human wielded that could render its ancestral hide utterly useless.
Furthermore, how did his strikes unerringly find its deepest vital gates?
Carrying these unanswered questions into the void, the Soul Formation Thunder Beast closed its eyes forever.
Having cleanly dispatched the two vanguard scouts, Chen Changsheng frowned.
“This defies logic.”
“Ancient texts record the Thunder Beast as a primordial bloodline, boasting tyrannical physical strength. How could they be so fragile?”
Muttering softly to himself, Chen Changsheng examined the two implements in his hands.
The two weapons were: the shattered True Martial Sword, lacking its tip, and the golden page bearing the scripture of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art.
Pondering for a moment, Chen Changsheng shook his head. “It likely has little to do with the weapons. These two were simply lacking in foundation.”
“No matter how weak a Thunder Beast is, it should at least withstand the scavenged trash I picked up from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.”
Concluding his thoughts, Chen Changsheng stored the two Thunder Beast corpses away for his Funeral duties.
However, had his callous words reached the ears of the Emperor Zuo, buried deep within the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, the ancient sovereign would have likely torn through his coffin to deliver two resounding slaps across Chen Changsheng’s face.
And then, gripping him by the collar, he would fiercely interrogate: “Trash?!”
“You dare label these two supreme relics as trash?!”
“The True Martial Sword was the armament of a Seventh Realm Paragon! That golden page in your hand served as my personal heart-protecting mirror!”
“Artifacts I, a Seventh Realm sovereign, treated as my final trump cards… you dismiss them as mere trash!”
“Yes, the True Martial Sword was snapped by a single strand of hair from the entity within the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, and the golden page of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was casually discarded by that same being.”
“But how many Desolate Ancient Forbidden Lands exist in this vast cosmos? This pathetic Thunder Beast lineage would not even qualify as watchdogs for that primordial domain!”
……
The Thunder Clan.
Crack!
Two life-scales shattered. Staring at the fractured fragments, the Thunder Clan Patriarch furrowed his heavy brow.
Two Soul Formation experts had Perished in the time it takes to brew a pot of tea. What terrifying existence had Lei Shan provoked?
Realizing the gravity of the situation, he bellowed, “Relay my decree: Advance at maximum speed!”
As his voice fell, over a thousand Thunder Beasts surged into a frenzied flight.
Staring into the distant horizon, the Thunder Clan Patriarch muttered darkly, “Whoever you are, I, Lei Yun, will slaughter you and extract vengeance for my son.”
With that vow, Lei Yun forced his speed to increase by another three folds.
The complete mobilization of the Thunder Clan naturally disturbed the other denizens of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Upon learning that the young master of the Thunder Clan had been slaughtered, the myriad races felt a brief flash of shock, which quickly dissolved into a stance of eager spectating.
To possess the sheer audacity to provoke the Thunder Clan indicated that this unseen adversary was undoubtedly formidable.
When two tigers clash, one is destined for ruin. Such a bloody spectacle was an opportunity rarely seen in a thousand years!
……
Whoosh—
Gale-force winds snapped the thick boughs of ancient trees. Pushing their flight to the absolute limit, the Thunder Clan soon arrived at the site where Lei Shan had Perished.
Centered around the Water-Moon Cave, the surrounding one hundred and fifty miles were smothered in absolute, deathly silence.
Faced with this eerie stillness, the monstrous beasts observing from beyond the one-hundred-and-fifty-mile perimeter began to murmur among themselves.
“The air here reeks of something unnatural.”
“Does anyone know whose territory lies ahead?”
Hearing this inquiry, the gathered beasts immediately exchanged hushed whispers.
At this moment, a human-faced spider the size of a small hill spoke up. “That region belongs to the Wu Clan.”
“The Wu Clan?”
“Have they lost their minds? Daring to court the wrath of a madman like Lei Yun?”
“Furthermore, the Wu Clan lacks the profound foundations to execute Lei Shan.”
“We shall see the truth soon enough, but I suspect a greater hand is moving the pieces.”
“A mere mortal tribe like the Wu Clan is indeed incapable of this.”
While the horde of beasts gossiped, Lei Yun finally located the remains of his son.
Tragically, the once robust and tyrannical Thunder Beast had been reduced to a polished, bone-white skull.
Even more arrogantly, several lines of text were inscribed in the earth beside Lei Shan’s skull.
“I claimed the carcass to boil a broth. I leave the skull to you.”
“Furthermore, I advise you halt your march. There are too many of you; my cauldron cannot fit you all.”