At this moment, Lu Xueqi had already seen clearly that all the members of the Quanzhen Sect had completely lost their sanity, reduced to mere puppets of Zhao Zhijing, with no hope of salvation left.
She did not hesitate to unleash the Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art.
Though the Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art was formidable in power, she had long since fully comprehended it thanks to her Heaven-Defying Comprehension, and had even deduced a brand-new technique from it.
Now, the Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art has become one of her routine methods of attack.
As Lu Xueqi finished her incantation, dark clouds instantly gathered across the sky.
Streaks of lightning converged unceasingly, transforming into thunder dragons that coiled around her longsword.
Below, Zhao Zhijing’s expression turned terrified as he cried out.
“《Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art》! Damn it! Stop now! I don’t want to die!”
However, Lu Xueqi was utterly repulsed by Zhao Zhijing and turned a deaf ear to his pleas.
She suddenly slashed forward with her sword, and a terrifying force transformed into a thunder dragon from the heavens, charging straight at Zhao Zhijing.
Zhao Zhijing’s expression grew deranged.
As a character from the martial world, no matter how powerful, how could he contend with the might of heaven and earth?
Yet he refused to sit and wait for death. As if making a grim decision, he roared,
“Explode!”
With that shout of “explode,” the corpses of Quanzhen Sect disciples such as Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji instantly burst apart, turning into clouds of blood mist.
These mists dispersed rapidly, merging into Zhao Zhijing’s body.
After absorbing the blood mist, Zhao Zhijing’s aura became even more terrifying.
His entire body began to float slowly, as if freed from the shackles of the earth.
His eyes turned completely blood-red, two long demonic horns sprouted from his forehead, and black demonic scales covered him from head to toe.
Just as the thunder dragon was about to strike him, Zhao Zhijing’s expression turned icy as he roared,
“You’ll never slay me!”
He struck with a palm, gathering blood-red energy in his hand, which formed a massive energy palm radiating a horrifying, bloody aura—then smashed it fiercely at Lu Xueqi’s thunder dragon.
A deafening “BOOM” rang out as the two forces clashed violently.
Zhao Zhijing’s blood-red giant palm collided head-on with Lu Xueqi’s divine lightning.
The explosive sound shook the heavens and earth, the ground trembled violently, and the void twisted and shattered. At the epicenter of the collision, a massive spatial void appeared.
A terrifying suction force surged from within—this was the sign of two forces exceeding the limits of the world.
Zhao Zhijing’s desperate strike, paid with the lives of hundreds of Quanzhen Sect members, was indeed astonishing in power, managing to momentarily hold back the Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art.
He let out a breath of relief—but in that very instant, the blood-red palm began to collapse inch by inch.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing roared in fury,
“Hold the line!”
But events did not shift according to his will.
In Zhao Zhijing’s terrified gaze, the giant palm shattered into pieces.
Lu Xueqi’s thunder dragon was unstoppable, instantly crashing toward his body.
Zhao Zhijing had no time to react—he was struck by the lightning dragon in a single instant.
With a deafening roar, the area where Zhao Zhijing stood transformed into a boiling sea of lightning.
Crackling lightning rampaged like divine punishment descending from the heavens. The earth was blasted into a massive crater, and the trees were reduced to fine dust.
In the distance, watching the battle, Xiong Ba, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others’ expressions changed drastically.
They had never imagined that Lu Xueqi’s divine ability could be so terrifying.
If it had been them, they likely would have been pulverized into dust by that single strike.
Yet within the lightning, Zhao Zhijing did not die immediately. Instead, he let out wave after wave of shrill, miserable screams.
Only after a short moment did the sound gradually fade, until it finally vanished completely.
Lu Yu and the others could not help but let out a long breath of relief, thinking to themselves,
‘That Zhao Zhijing must’ve been eliminated.’
Lu Xueqi, too, slightly relaxed.
Once the lightning faded, all that remained on the spot was a charred corpse—Zhao Zhijing’s aura had completely vanished.
Lu Yu couldn’t help but exclaim,
“Such a powerful Zhao Zhijing was actually slain in one strike by Miss Lu! Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art—it truly deserves to be called a supreme divine technique!”
Huang Rong nodded in awe.
“Yes, we were really lucky to have Sister Xueqi here this time—otherwise, we would’ve been in real danger!”
Xiao Yan gazed at the battlefield, a flash of longing in his eyes, secretly thinking,
‘I’ll be able to reach that realm soon, too.’
Just as everyone thought the matter was settled, Lu Yu’s expression suddenly changed as he exclaimed,
“Everyone be careful—this isn’t over yet!”
“Why?”
Xiong Ba asked warily, clenching his fists.
Lu Yu’s face was solemn as he said,
“The chat group hasn’t given a ‘mission completed’ notification yet!”
Everyone paused, then realized Lu Yu was right.
According to protocol, the chat group would sound a prompt upon mission completion.
But right now, aside from the ruins of the battlefield, there was only silence in their minds.
Seeing this, everyone instinctively turned their eyes toward Zhao Zhijing’s charred corpse, as a sense of unease filled the air.