The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Instantly, dark clouds gathered, blotting out the sun in the blink of an eye. Streaks of purple lightning descended, coiling around Chen Dong. The blue-purple aura surrounding him intensified into a pure, deep violet as immense amounts of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi converged on him.

The spectacle even forced the two men fighting fiercely nearby to spare it a sliver of their attention.

Even an idiot like Feng You could see that Chen Dong’s next attack was not to be trifled with. He hastily pulled out various Defensive Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts, shouting, ”Zhang Jun, you bastard, get over here and help me!”

At this point, he no longer dared to underestimate Chen Dong because of his cultivation level.

Chen Dong dissolved the Thunder Spear in his hand. With a light gesture of a Sword Technique, he condensed a purple Thunder Sword and let out a low cry, ”Asura Dao—Annihilation!”

The moment the words left his mouth, a flash of lightning erupted, and Chen Dong’s figure vanished within it. Feng You’s Divine Sense could no longer detect his presence.

Immediately after, a bolt of unbelievably powerful purple Celestial Thunder cleaved straight down toward Feng You.

Feng You had hoped to rely on his Body Technique Daoist Art to dodge the blow, but it was wishful thinking. Not only had the Celestial Thunder locked onto him, but its speed was also far beyond anything he could match.

Before his horrified eyes, the Defensive Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts in his path shattered one by one in the lightning’s glare. In the distance, Chen Dong’s figure reappeared.

Feng You cackled. ”You can’t kill me! I have the Nirvana Scripture! I can be resurrected no matter how many times I die!”

Then, his expression changed drastically. A seam of light appeared, running down from his forehead, over the tip of his nose, down his neck and chest... bisecting his entire body right down the middle.

His expression twisted in anguish. ”No... please... impossible...”

He couldn’t sense a single trace of Spiritual Qi. There was a fissure running through his Golden Core, making it impossible to circulate the Nirvana Scripture. Even the Phoenix True Feather, which should have activated passively, remained completely inert.

”Father! Save me... I’m splitting apart...” Then, his body broke into two halves and tumbled from the sky.