Floating Immortal Order - Chapter 252: Heavenly Monarch Lightning

A blazing white sword light streaked across the sky, piercing through the vast, misty sea of clouds. Amidst the swirling vapors, this rapidly approaching sword light drew a long, dazzling white rainbow, coming to a halt in front of a Primordial Spirit stage foxkin woman.

Her expression was numb, and she stood there silently like a statue. Upon seeing Li Xuanji arrive, breaking through the air, she simply lowered her head slightly in respect.

“Where is your Clan Master?” Li Xuanji asked as he waved his sleeve to dispel the blazing white sword energy surrounding him, not even taking the time to admire the foxkin woman’s beauty.

The foxkin were a species within the Demon Race, and had a long heritage in the Human Realm. Once mighty, their numbers had dwindled, now only reigning as an overlord sect within the Dawndusk Territory.

This foxkin woman, who was now serving as a guard on the outskirts of this Domain, had been captured and branded with the mystical spirit brand hundreds of years ago, enslaved ever since.

As she was about to speak, a ferocious Evil Spirit skull charged out from the grand hall behind her, clad in a ghost qi that was filled with an aura of annihilation and slaughter!

Li Xuanji raised an eyebrow, his fingertip emitting a sword light that split into hundreds of sword energies, converging on the rapidly approaching Evil Spirit skull.

The foxkin woman, along with several other Divine Core stage slaves, stepped back several paces, silently observing the aerial clash.

The dense sword energies slashed at the Evil Spirit skull, but they passed right through it, causing no impact. The skull’s negative aura grew denser, its eyes shut tight as it opened its maw, lunging at Li Xuanji!

“Hm?” Li Xuanji, surprised to see his sword energy ineffective, commented, “Junior Martial Brother Xu, this spell of yours seems to ignore my Nirvana Sword Energy. Could it be a soul-attacking curse? Its power seems a bit lacking though.”

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed his hand against the approaching skull, a vibrant screen of light emerging in his palm. Despite the skull’s furious howls, it couldn’t advance an inch.

“Is that so?”

A cold male voice entered everyone’s ears. In front of the grand hall, a gust of wind arose, and a nine-petaled lotus shadow in blue gradually materialized. Its petals scattered amidst the turbulent Spiritual Force, breaking into countless fragments.

Between shifting lights and shadows, those fragmented petals gathered and reformed, revealing a clear-cut, cold figure.

He stood there, dressed in a snow-white Daoist robe, with jet-black hair tied back with a white jade band. His eyes were clear yet deep like the starry sky, captivating to behold.

“Senior Martial Brother Xuanji, This spell of mine won’t be so easily countered,” said the strikingly handsome young Daoist with a light laugh. With a simple gesture, he conjured a black glow at his fingertip, directing it towards the struggling Evil Spirit skull in front of Li Xuanji.

“Ghost Devourer.”

The moment these words were uttered, the Evil Spirit skull paused briefly. Then, the pervasive annihilation and slaughter qi around it surged tumultuously!

Li Xuanji’s expression revealed a hint of shock. The screen of light in his palm began to emit creaking sounds, clearly unable to withstand the skull’s assault.

In just a few breaths, the skull expanded to the size of a small hill, its eyes tightly shut, casting a vast shadow over Li Xuanji.

Boom!

The massive skull passed right over Li Xuanji, pulling a thin strand of his soul’s energy with it. It shrunk rapidly and flew back into Xu Disheng’s palm, disappearing into his hand.

Li Xuanji turned pale, unable to believe the true power of the spell. “Impossible! Although your spell can directly attack the soul, I am protected by a treasure. It should have no effect on me!”

Xu Disheng, brushing his snow-white robe sleeve, smiled and said, “Senior Martial Brother Xuanji, your cultivation base is profound. But you know, had it been an ordinary Divine Core stage cultivator here, this spell would have directly devoured their soul.”

Li Xuanji was silent for a while. When he finally gathered his wits about him, he smiled bitterly and said, “I originally thought that in these hundred years of time, I would be able to use the awakened memories of my true spirit to free myself of the shackles of my Spiritual Root aptitude and break through to the half-step Primordial Spirit stage. But Junior Martial Brother Xu, you are still at the early Divine Core stage, and yet you possess such strength. Is this soul-attacking spell your innate cultivation method?”

Xu Disheng pondered briefly and replied, “Not quite.”

Turning towards the several Divine Core stage slaves standing in front of the hall, the young Daoist in the white robe instructed flatly, “Attack me.”

Hearing this, the slaves’ expressions changed drastically, filled with terror, as they retreated, shaking their heads.

With a mere thought, the Spiritual Force of the mystical spirit brand’s radiance burst forth within the souls of the slaves. They grimaced in pain, unable to resist, and they each unleashed spells at Xu Disheng.

“Profound Depth Imperial Lightning.”

Along with his words, the sky within a hundred miles suddenly darkened and violent clouds gathered rapidly. Immense Spiritual Force churned between heaven and earth as strands of lightning burst from the clouds, brewing with terrifying power.

The young Daoist gazed at the approaching Divine Core stage slaves. As Spiritual Force swirled around him, he fully invoked the rumbling thunderclouds above.

“First Form, Heavenly Monarch Lightning.”

Deafening thunder roared!

Dazzling blue and white lightning instantly traversed the heavens and earth, crashing down from the clouds, engulfing the Divine Core stage slaves without distinction. Endless lightning poured down relentlessly in torrents.

Moments later, the lightning dissipated and the clouds scattered. The tile ground laid with whiteglow spirit rock had collapsed in a large area, spanning several miles.

The Divine Core stage slaves were obliterated under the Heavenly Monarch Lightning, their souls extinguished, leaving only faint traces of true spirits.

The only remaining Primordial Spirit stage foxkin woman hesitated briefly, then transformed and rapidly approached Xu Disheng, saying, “Within ten thousand miles, aside from me and Zhu Yan, who are both at the Primordial Spirit stage, no other slaves remain.”

Li Xuanji, still stunned by the power of the Heavenly Monarch Lightning, murmured, “Junior Martial Brother Xu, why is the might of this lightning spell of yours so formidable? A casual spell from you rivals an all-out attack of my Nirvana Sword Spell!”

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