Chapter 178: Do You Regret It? (1/2)

“You’ve underestimated me, Lu Yun.” A smiling Feng Yin watched his enemy be swallowed by the formation. “My clan’s Thundergust Formation can slay even golden immortals. No matter how adept you are at fighting, there’s no way out of this one.”

A jade bangle lay upon his wrist. He was no formation master himself, but he could control the formation’s power with the ornament.

Hum!

A flash of light from the bracelet heralded a gathering of storm and thunder. Tempestuous winds filled the air, the energy of heaven and earth summoned with vortex-like motion.

Lu Yun remained stationary and stared Feng Yin down with an icy gaze.

“You’re wrong,” the young man shook his head. “Feng Li is a fop and a good-for-nothing. A pig, honestly. He doesn’t need to pretend to be something he already is.

“You’re less than him because of your blindness. You don’t know when to lash out and when to hold it in. Even if Feng Li is a pig, he’s one that chows down on dragons. You? If you’re a dragon, you’re dragon-shaped trash.”

“Wait, what?!” Feng Yin didn’t pay much attention to Lu Yun’s words, too baffled by what he was witnessing. The governor was wholly unhurt by the tempest howling around him.

The Thundergust Formation was completely ineffective.

“Why is nothing happening to you?” Feng Yin took several steps back in fear and shock.

“You think this is strange?” Lu Yun shook his head again. “Haven’t you noticed that I’ve been standing in the same place since I got here?”

Madness radiated from Feng Yin's eyes. He poured all of the mystic force he had into the jade bangle, exerting the formation to new, wilder heights. No longer content with just manifesting the aspect of wind, thunder and lightning crackled between the gusts of air, filling its entire area of effect.

Yet the spot where Lu Yun stood was still completely unscathed.

“Nothing is perfect beneath the heavens. To be marked with flaws is the way of life, which also applies to formations. The place I’m standing is the imperfection. If the master who’d set up this formation was here instead of you, I would probably be dead already.” Lu Yun sighed, then grasped at the western sky.

A ray of aureate light landed in his hand, which he promptly tossed airborne. Something foreign melted into the roaring storm—something that looked like a bit of physical metal: a sliver of the attribute’s connate essence.

Metal attracted thunder, and its connate essence nearly had the ability to take full control of thunder. The new addition threw the orderly operation of the thunder energy into riotous anarchy. Destructive bolts of lightning arced every which way, annihilating even the formation’s own runes and foundation.

In several more breaths, the formation that was reportedly able to slay golden immortals had turned to dust. Lu Yun stepped forward, edging right up to Feng Yin.

“Any other tricks up your sleeve?” he quietly asked.

Feng Yin was ashen by this point, and stumbled another few steps back. “I-I’m the son of the F-feng Clan p-p-patriarch. If you kill me, my c-clan will chase you down to the e-ends of the earth!” His entire body trembled as he spoke. Anyone would be afraid in the face of death!

“Do you regret anything?” came the sudden question.

“No!” Momentarily stunned, Feng Yin was quick to plug a resolute answer. “If I could do everything over, I’d still send assassins after you. I only regret being too weak. I couldn’t kill you myself in the end!”

“You’re not totally hopeless, then. You have earned the right to die by my hand.” Lu Yun nodded imperceptibly. “Dongling Shaogong said the same thing, but unlike you, he was hopeless trash.”