Chapter 857 - 333: When the Skin Is Gone, Where Can the Hair Attach!?
Fang Qingyu’s icy voice transmitted through the Thunder Pattern Mask.
Carrying an unobstructed intent to kill.
However, the black-robed figure opposite him remained indifferent.
The pale faceless mask continued to lock firmly in Fang Qingyu’s direction.
No response, no reaction.
Not even a ripple of breath appeared.
He just ambled slowly under the shroud of thunder, like a precisely programmed killing machine, coldly assessing the target in front.
In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils, the last trace of doubt completely dissipated.
Replacing it was an endless killing intent.
Even though the opponent did not respond, this inhuman reaction, this attitude of withstanding the Shenxiao Thunder without pain, had already made the answer obvious.
It was almost certain.
"Since you’re not talking..."
Fang Qingyu’s voice suddenly sank, like a muffled thunder rolling across the sky, "then I’ll fight until you speak!"
Boom——!!!
As his words fell.
A golden thunderstorm several meters in diameter suddenly exploded under Fang Qingyu’s feet.
The violent impact mixed with the extreme propulsion of Shenxiao instantly transformed him into a golden lightning tearing through the firmament, soaring into the sky.
The speed was so swift that it left a shredded silhouette at the original spot.
In a blink, he was beneath the dome of the arena’s force field.
"Roar——!!!"
The audience erupted into a fervent roar like a landslide and tsunami.
"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God!"
"He’s flying!!"
"They’re getting serious! Look!!"
Everyone was shocked by this sudden surge to the sky, hearts pounding wildly, blood boiling.
No matter how mysterious the black-robed figure was?
Thunder God, remains Thunder God!
...
In an inconspicuous corner of the audience.
He Manhe’s pale fingers gently rested against her delicate chin.
Her clear eyes watched with interest the figure on the arena basking in golden thunder, rising like a deity.
The corners of her mouth curled into an elusive arc, as if admiring a meticulously crafted piece of art.
"To bring you into the president’s eyes... I put in great effort..."
Her cherry lips slightly parted, her voice so light only she could hear it, tinged with a pathological satisfaction and anticipation, "Don’t... disappoint me now."
...
"Hiss... Is that black-robed ghost even human? Taking a Shenxiao Thunder Pillar as thick as Qingzi and acting like nothing happened?!"
Chu Kuanglan’s large copper-bell-like eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the black-robed figure still pacing on the arena, his voice filled with incredulity and a slight undetectable gravity.
"Something’s not right." Wei Banmeng frowned coldly, "He seems to lack the pain feedback and physiological responses a living creature should have. Withstanding Shenxiao’s paralysis... It’s not something a normal Tier Three Martial Saint could achieve."
Lu Jiuyuan calmly analyzed: "Unless it’s some kind of special modification, or... a puppet entirely controlled by energy or spirit. The latter is more likely."
...
In the sky above the arena.
Fang Qingyu hovered below the dome of the force field.
The Shenxiao Thunder around him was at its most violent!
The blinding golden electric light, like countless frenzied dragons, extended and expanded madly in all directions with him at the center.
Crackle——!!!
The golden thunderlight instantly spread into the clouds above the entire arena.
The heavy dark clouds were brutally torn apart and dispersed by this force of pure yang and rigidity.
Replaced by roiling, roaring thunderclouds purely composed of Shenxiao Thunder.
Serpents of electricity danced madly within the clouds, thunder crashed resoundingly.
As if the firmament itself had been ignited!
An immense pressure suddenly descended upon the entire arena!
"Hea... Heaven!!"
"Wha... What kind of power is this?!"
"I feel... I can’t breathe anymore!!"
Countless faces in the audience turned pale.
Shivering under this majestic heavenly might, eyes filled with ultimate reverence and fear.
On the other end of the arena.
The black-robed figure that had been pacing like a lifeless entity.
Seemingly finally sensed the destructive energy condensing above that could threaten "its" existence.
The pale mask abruptly lifted, locking onto Fang Qingyu high in the sky.
The next moment!
Boom!
An equally condensed and dark Qi Blood burst from beneath the black robe.
His figure shot up like an arrow leaving the bowstring, fiercely shattering the hard alloy arena beneath his feet, wrapped in the piercing shriek of breaking air, fiercely soaring skyward.
His target was directly directed at Fang Qingyu calling upon the Celestial Thunder.
The speed was equally astonishing.
"Trying to interrupt? Too late!"
Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils coldly gazed down at the ascending shadow.
The corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.
The raised right arm, like the scepter commanding thunder, swung down fiercely.
Rumble——!!!!
The accumulated Shenxiao thunderclouds instantly found a release.
A waterfall over ten meters in diameter, purely composed of destructive golden Shenxiao Thunder!
No!
It was an inverted Heavenly River!
Carrying the majestic heavenly might of judging all things, it poured down furiously at a speed beyond the limits of visual capture.
The target was the black-robed figure soaring skyward.
The blinding golden light instantly engulfed everyone’s vision.
The entire Central Arena seemed to plunge into absolute pure gold.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The audience’s tens of thousands of gazes only saw that one golden waterfall running through heaven and earth, and the figure like the descending Thunder God atop the waterfall.
As for the black-robed man swallowed instantly by the thunder waterfall...
In the face of such violent Shenxiao torrents, not even a trace of struggle was revealed.
Like an insignificant drop of water, instantly submerged by Shenxiao.
Boom——!!!!
The terrifyingly thunderous explosion finally blasted like a belated death knell!