Chapter 1695: Devouring the Punishment Thunder
"Get lost!"
Ye Ting roared and swept out a hand.
A violent gale erupted, scattering all the flames rushing toward him.
However, at that very moment, Ling Feng's afterimage suddenly appeared.
A blood-red fist smashed toward him with terrifying force.
Ye Ting's expression changed.
He did not dare take the blow head-on.
Both hands shot forward as he instantly condensed a rapidly spinning wind barrier before his chest, forcing away all surrounding energy.
This high-speed wind wall could dissolve incoming force far more effectively than a stationary shield.
As expected of Ye Ting, he cultivated both wind and lightning. Not only was he skilled in the Dao of Thunder, but his control over wind was equally formidable.
Ling Feng remained calm.
His fist, empowered by overwhelming vitality, continued forward without the slightest hesitation.
Crackling!
The spinning wind wall successfully blocked the punch.
But!
Crack!
The next instant, the barrier split apart.
The rapidly rotating winds could deflect ordinary force, but when faced with power far beyond their limit, they were meaningless.
Boom!
Yet at that moment, a triumphant smile appeared in Ye Ting's eyes.
"Kid, did you really think I didn't know what you were planning?"
"Die!"
Crackle!
The instant Ye Ting spoke that final word, the terrifying thunder brewing within the storm clouds finally erupted.
A crimson lightning bolt as thick as a water barrel descended from the heavens.
Carrying enough destructive force to shatter space itself, it struck directly toward Ling Feng's head.
"Nine Thunder Convergence! Let's see how you dodge this!"
Ye Ting had deliberately used himself as bait.
His goal was to lure Ling Feng into close range.
And Ling Feng had taken the bait.
The moment he threw that punch, he had already forfeited any room to evade.
The massive lightning bolt crashed down.
Perhaps Ling Feng's body could survive one strike.
But that didn't matter.
Because after the first bolt came seventeen more.
Such a concentrated barrage rivaled the heavenly tribulation faced by a Great Emperor.
No!
It was even more terrifying.
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Yet something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Ling Feng's expression was far too calm.
Calm enough to make Ye Ting uneasy.
Ling Feng stared coldly at him.
Then he spoke, word by word.
"You?"
"You think you're worthy of acting as heaven's executioner and judging heaven and earth?"
"You... what do you mean?"
Unease rose in Ye Ting's heart.
At this moment, empowered by the Nine Heavens Punishment Thunder, he resembled a divine ruler.
His entire body radiated an aura capable of dominating the world.
Ordinary people would feel fear simply by looking at him.
Yet when Ling Feng spoke those words—
Ye Ting sensed a far greater authority emanating from Ling Feng himself.
Crackle!
The Punishment Thunder finally descended.
The violent lightning shredded space apart.
Even before landing, it blasted a crater over a dozen zhang wide into the arena floor.
Cracks spread rapidly beneath Ling Feng's feet.
Despite repeated reinforcements, the arena still could not withstand the thunder's might.
"Hahaha!"
Ye Ting laughed wildly.
"I thought you had some special trick!"
"So you're just standing there waiting to be struck by lightning?"
"Let's see how many Punishment Thunders you can withstand!"
The lightning was already directly above Ling Feng.
The entire audience held its breath.
He wasn't even trying to dodge?
Or had the thunder arrived too suddenly for him to react?
Even Ao Jue frowned.
No matter how confident one was in their physical body, shouldn't they at least circulate some vitality to defend themselves?
That was the Nine Heavens Punishment Thunder!
Even Ao Jue himself would be reduced to charcoal if he tried to endure it purely with flesh and blood.
On the elder platform, the leaders of the three great halls were equally alarmed.
Bi Luo Saint Lady, in particular, could not hide her concern.
Unfortunately, Left Feiqing, the Hall Master of the Tempest Wind Hall, was absent.
Had he witnessed this scene, he probably would have burst into laughter.
Because he knew exactly what kind of monster Ling Feng was.
This was the man who had once devoured the Blood Echelon Tribulation Lightning.
And Ye Ting wanted to defeat him with lightning?
Then, before everyone's stunned gaze.
Ling Feng tilted his head upward!
And opened his mouth!
Yes!
He actually opened his mouth toward the descending heavenly thunder.
Then—
He bit into it.
Crackle!
The lightning struck.
Ling Feng's body trembled slightly.
The thunder that should have exploded on his head instead disappeared directly into his mouth.
Swallowed whole.
Lightning flashed briefly across his body.
Then gradually faded into his abdomen.
One complete bolt of Nine Heavens Punishment Thunder—
Gone.
And Ling Feng remained completely unharmed.
Protected by the Chaotic Source within his dantian space, the thunder was nothing more than nourishment.
A gift delivered straight to his doorstep.
Something to help further expand his dantian world.
"How... how is that possible?"
Ye Ting was dumbfounded.
He had never seen anything like this.
Swallowing heavenly thunder?
The spectators froze.
The elders froze.
Even the ten Divine Generals atop the Sacred Mountain froze.
What kind of appetite was this?
He was eating lightning!
No matter how powerful a body-refinement cultivator became, the internal organs were always the weakest part of the body.
For someone to swallow lightning capable of killing a Great Emperor—
That should have been suicide.
Even a Half-Saint would only dare attempt such madness if they specialized in the Dao of Thunder.
Yet Ling Feng was not a Half-Saint.
And somehow, he seemed even more terrifying.
Such was the dominance of the Chaotic Source.
"Impossible!"
Ye Ting's eyes turned bloodshot.
With a furious roar, he unleashed the remaining Punishment Thunder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One bolt after another descended.
Each strike was thicker.
Each strike was stronger.
Each strike more terrifying than the last.
But no matter how many came, Ling Feng swallowed them all!
Not one was spared!
...
Time seemed to lose meaning.
Eventually, all eighteen bolts had fallen.
The arena beneath Ling Feng had been blasted into an enormous crater.
Yet after devouring all eighteen heavenly thunders—
The only visible damage was a few tears in his robes.
Nothing more.
He even patted his stomach.
Then let out a satisfied burp.
Looking at Ye Ting, he asked casually:
"Any more?"
The entire audience turned to stone.
Was this really a human being?
"You... you..."
Ye Ting stared at him as if he were looking at a monster.
Ling Feng's eyes flashed coldly.
"No more?"
"Then it's my turn."
Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength erupted.
Without warning, Ling Feng unleashed the Heaven-Dominating Fist directly toward Ye Ting's chest.
"Not good!"
Ye Ting reacted instantly.
He crossed both arms before himself while violent winds wrapped around them for protection.
Crack!
Ling Feng's fist smashed into his guard.
The surrounding gale shattered with a mournful whine.
Then came the sound of breaking bones.
Ye Ting's arms fractured under the overwhelming force.
But the punch did not stop.
The remaining momentum slammed directly into his face.
Instantly, his cheek swelled.
A collective gasp rose from the crowd.
Ye Ting—
Had been slapped across the face.
Literally.
A clean, solid, undeniable blow to the face.
"Bastard!"
Ye Ting exploded with rage.
The power of the Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength was simply too tyrannical.
The pain was so intense that tears nearly formed in his eyes.
His gaze became bloodshot as he glared at Ling Feng with murderous fury.