Chapter 2278: Cloud Fury (3)
Chapter 2278: Cloud Fury (3)
Huo Jiuming’s voice cracked with fury as he raised his head towards the sky, his eyes blazing with an intense, golden light. “Elders!”
The air rippled and shimmered, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend and twist under the force of his desperate plea. A moment later, five figures materialized out of thin air, their presence radiating an overwhelming aura of power.
These were the elders of the Sacred Flame Palace, each a seasoned cultivator at the peak of the God Ascension Realm. Their faces were etched with grim determination, their eyes burning with righteous fury at the sight of their fallen comrades and their humiliated Sacred Son.
They surrounded Yun Lintian, their auras intertwining and creating a suffocating pressure that threatened to crush anyone caught within its grasp. The temperature in the avenue soared, the air thick with the oppressive heat of their combined power.
Yun Lintian remained unmoved, his expression a mask of serene indifference. He surveyed the five elders, his gaze lingering on each of them for a brief moment. To him, they were nothing more than insignificant ants, their power a mere flicker compared to his own boundless
might.
“It’s such a pity. I thought your master would show up,” Yun Lintian muttered with an indifferent smile.
“You dare to lay a hand on the Sacred Son?” one of the elders boomed, his voice like thunder rolling across the sky. “You will pay for this transgression with your life!”
The other elders echoed his sentiment, their voices blending into a chorus of condemnation. They raised their weapons, their flames dancing and swirling, eager to unleash their fury upon the young man who had dared to defy their authority.
Yun Lintian merely smiled, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. “Is that all you can muster? A pathetic display of bravado.”
His words stung the elders, their pride wounded by his nonchalance. They roared in unison, their flames surging towards Yun Lintian like a tidal wave of destruction.
The crowd gasped, their hearts pounding in their chests. The combined might of five God Ascension Realm elders was a force to be reckoned with, a spectacle of power that could annihilate stars and scorch the sky.
But Yun Lintian remained unfazed. He raised his hand, his palm glowing with a brilliant, golden light. A wave of pure, unadulterated fire energy erupted from his body, its intensity dwarfing the flames of the Sacred Flame Palace elders.
The crowd gasped again, this time in utter disbelief. Yun Lintian, a cultivator from a lower realm, was not only proficient in the laws of space but also a master of the laws of fire. His flames danced and swirled with an elegance and precision that surpassed even the most seasoned fire cultivators of the Sacred Flame Palace.
The elders were momentarily stunned, their attacks faltering as they struggled to comprehend the source of Yun Lintian’s power. But their hesitation was fleeting, and they renewed their assault, their flames roaring with renewed intensity.
Yun Lintian met their attacks head-on, his own flames clashing with theirs in a dazzling display of pyrotechnics. The avenue was transformed into a battlefield of fire and fury, the air thick with the smell of burning ozone and scorched earth.
The elders, despite their numerical advantage, found themselves struggling to gain the upper hand. Yun Lintian’s mastery of the laws of fire was unparalleled, his flames weaving and dancing with a fluidity and grace that left them bewildered and disoriented.
He deflected their attacks with ease, his movements a blur of motion as he evaded their strikes and countered with devastating blows of his own. His flames burned with an otherworldly intensity, their heat capable of melting even the toughest of metals.
The elders, their confidence waning, began to falter. Their attacks grew sluggish, their flames flickering and sputtering as they struggled to maintain their composure.
Yun Lintian seized the opportunity, his eyes flashing with a golden light. He raised his hand, summoning a vortex of flames that coalesced into a majestic, golden bird.
Scree-
The bird’s feathers were ablaze with a blinding radiance, its eyes burning with an ancient wisdom. It let out a piercing cry that echoed through the heavens, its voice carrying the weight of a thousand suns.
The crowd gasped once more, their eyes wide with awe and wonder. This was no ordinary flame, no mere manifestation of power. This was the legendary Golden Crow flame, a symbol of the divine, a testament to the bloodline of a celestial being.
“G-Golden Crow? How could it be possible?”
The elders of the Sacred Flame Palace, their faces etched with a mixture of shock and despair, recognized the true nature of Yun Lintian’s power. They had underestimated him, mistaking his youth and inexperience for weakness.
But now, they understood. Yun Lintian was no ordinary cultivator. He was a descendant of the Golden Crow, a being of immense power and potential.
Their attacks faltered completely, their flames extinguished by the overwhelming presence of the Golden Crow. They stood frozen in place, their bodies trembling with a mixture of fear and reverence.
Everyone at the scene stared at everything in front of them in a daze. The scene of five God Ascension Realm powerhouses being singlehandedly suppressed by a young High God was unbelievable. They even thought they were dreaming at that moment.
“Tian’er…” Yun Wushuang covered her mouth, her eyes widened in disbelief. Was this truly her son?
Meanwhile, Yun Mucheng’s expression hardened. She quickly communicated with Yun Xue and awaited further instructions.
Yun Xue’s voice, cold and resolute, echoed in her mind, “Do not interfere. Let him handle it.”
Hearing this, Yun Mucheng remained silent, her gaze fixed on the unfolding drama. The crowd watched in breathless anticipation, their hearts pounding in their chests as they awaited the inevitable clash.
Yun Lintian surveyed the trembling elders, his gaze cold and unwavering. “It seems your master doesn’t care about your pathetic lives.”
With a flick of his wrist, the Golden Crow descended upon the elders, its wings outstretched like fiery blades. The bird’s cry pierced the heavens, its voice a symphony of destruction.
The elders, realizing their impending doom, unleashed their true power in a final, desperate bid for survival. The power of the Law of Fire surged through their veins, their auras intertwining and merging into a colossal inferno that threatened to engulf the entire region.
The temperature soared to unimaginable heights, the air itself shimmering and distorting under the relentless heat. The ground beneath their feet cracked and crumbled, molten lava bubbling up from the depths, threatening to consume everything in its path…
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