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138: Instantly killed a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivatorLin Jingyu’s eyes suddenly became as sharp as a falcon’s, and tiny electric arcs seemed to flash deep within his pupils.

It was now time for this thunder fiend talisman to make its appearance.

He no longer hesitated; his right index and middle fingers pressed together like a sword gesture, moving so fast they left only a residual shadow, carrying a sense of unstoppable determination.

With incomparable precision, he pointed at the ball of destructive lightning in his palm, which was vibrating slightly due to the excessive concentration of energy.

”Go!”

With a low command, the deep purple lightning ball seemed to be endowed with life, emitting a faint hum.

It was no longer a passive clump of energy, but instantly transformed into a blindingly bright streak of deep blue electric light.

This electric light was like an ancient thunder flood dragon breaking free from its shackles, carrying a violent will to tear everything apart as it roared into the sky.

Wherever it passed, the air was forcibly ionized, emitting scalp-numbing crackles and pops, leaving behind a distorted vacuum trail that lingered for a long time.

”Boom!”

In the next instant, a deafening, terrifying thunderclap that seemed ready to blow the heavens apart descended violently.

This sound was no longer just a sound, but a physical shockwave.

Visible sound waves, like transparent giant hammers, slammed hard against everyone’s eardrums and hearts.

Everyone subconsciously looked up, only to see that deep blue electric dragon already soaring into the high sky.

Immediately after, an indescribably thick blue-white electric light, like the whip of judgment wielded by a creator god, carried the majestic heavenly might to destroy all things.

From the Nine Heavens above, it struck down violently toward the target in the lead, Vulture, at a speed exceeding the limits of thought.

Fast! Too fast!

The sinister grin on Vulture’s face didn’t even have time to fully bloom before it instantly froze.

He only felt an indescribable, vast, and terrifying aura, like the sky collapsing, instantly lock onto him.

Time seemed to stretch, yet also seemed to compress.

He saw the blinding blue-white light rapidly expand in his pupils, occupying his entire field of vision.

He wanted to move, to activate his protective Magical Artifact, to perform an escape technique... but the thought had just arisen before he could act.

The thunder, as thick as a wrist, had already landed on his body.

”Bzzzt—Sizzle!”

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extremely brief, sharp tearing sound of electricity that could pierce the Soul.

No blood splattered, and there was no muffled sound of bones shattering.

In that instant, the unimaginably terrifying high-temperature and high-pressure current vaporized all the moisture in his body in less than a hundredth of a breath.

It completely decomposed and carbonized his tough muscle fibers, hard bones, and the blood within his body.

Time seemed to stagnate for a second.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Vulture maintained his forward-charging posture, like a weathered stone statue.

A breeze blew past, and his head—frozen with terror, confusion, and a trace of a lingering sinister grin—collapsed, shattered, and scattered like burnt incense ash... followed by his neck, torso, and limbs... rustle, rustle... an extremely faint sound, like flowing fine sand, rang out.

A moment ago, he was a living Qi Refining Seventh Layer expert of the Black Wind Stockade, but now, in full view of everyone, he had turned into a pile of incredibly fine, dark gray powder with a strong burnt smell and a strange aroma of meat.

It drifted and scattered, blown away by the breeze into the cold and heavy morning air, completely vanishing without a trace.

Beneath his feet, only a deep, bowl-sized hole remained, its edges smooth and charred as if scorched into glass.

At the mouth of the hole, a wisp of blue smoke slowly rose, carrying the scent of death, silently mocking all the madness from before.

Absolute silence!

A silence even colder and more suffocating than before the thunder fell!

The Black Wind Stockade bandits, who had just been roaring ”kill them all” and ”twenty percent is mine,” were now like they had been collectively hit by a binding spell.

The expressions on their faces, twisted by greed and madness, were now completely frozen, then peeled off like low-quality wall paint, leaving only bone-deep fear and bewilderment.