Chapter 159: Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens (1/2)

The dao immortal hadn’t even tapped into his own power yet; he was merely channeling the power of heaven and earth with his cultivation. That simple point contained the presence of the entire world, which barrelled toward Lu Yun with terrifying momentum. Such was the power of a dao immortal.

“Do you think just that will kill me?” Unfazed, Lu Yun maintained a steady grip on his sword and kept it pointed at the dao immortal. Violet sword aura rose from his body and morphed into a blinding crescent. It wasn’t Violetgrave’s sword aura.

“That’s my Skyrending Sword!” Dongfang Hao exclaimed. “Impossible! He’s grasped the intent behind my technique!”

Wu Tulong and the other two exchanged shocked looks. Dongfang Hao had been able to restrain Lu Yun because his sword aura could cut through the governor’s. Now that Lu Yun had acquired the same comprehension, Dongfang Hao would no longer be able to keep him down!

Rend the sky with a single slash!

Immortals will fall if they dare stop me, the heavens will fall if they dare obstruct me!

Following the movement of his hand, violet sword energy shot through the sky like a giant dragon soaring toward heaven.

Hum.

The unspeakably keen force of the sword cut through the harrowing might of heaven and earth.

“Take this, you lofty dao immortal!” Lu Yun growled as violet brilliance pierced through the sky, arcing straight at his opponent.

“Even the weakest technique shines.” The Qing immortal sneered derisively at Lu Yun. The young governor might’ve slashed through the might of his point, but he’d used only one finger!

The immortal extended another finger and lightly clasped the sword light between them.

Bam!

The terrifying sword aura instantly shattered beneath the pressure. Lu Yun grunted and took three steps back.

“You deserve to be a youth sovereign for taking one finger point from me, but that’s it.” The dao immortal smiled and then pressed down toward Lu Yun’s chest with his palm.

It wasn’t a combat art, nor was it an immortal technique, but a simple palm-strike. However, it was as weighty as an entire world. The energy of the world gave way to the palm-strike, creating a vacuum of nothing but force.

It wasn’t a quick attack. Everyone could see the palm slowly brush past them and inch toward Lu Yun. The governor was paralyzed in midair like an insect trapped in amber, helpless to do anything but stare at the coming attack.

“A palm, is it?” Black flame burst out of his eyes and burned away the power that restrained him. Violetgrave disappeared from his grip. He too reached out with a hand and met the giant shadow with a palm-strike of his own.

“Has he lost his mind?!” everyone screamed when they saw Lu Yun facing the horrifying attack head-on without any weapons. Wu Tulong, Dongfang Hao, Zi Chen, and Mo Qitian had opened their eyes so wide their eyes could fall out of the eye sockets.

A strike from a dao immortal possessed an absolute power that couldn’t be countered. Although it wasn’t a combat art, the attack wasn’t something a cultivator could take. In their eyes, the only way for Lu Yun to survive the attack would be to tap into the ninth-rank Violetgrave’s full power. Meeting it with his physical body alone was pure suicide.