Chapter 138: Lin Moyi's Accident

Jiang Feng stood at the eye of the storm, his body a crucible of agony and dark might. The relentless tribulation lightning crashed down like the fury of a vengeful deity, each bolt searing his flesh and rending his very soul. Every strike brought a burst of pain so fierce it threatened to shatter him, yet with each blow, his resolve only hardened as he stared defiantly at the heavens. Amid the howling winds and the crimson deluge of rain, he felt the raw, untamed power of his 50,000-meter Essence Lake surging within him—a torrent of energy far beyond normal measure.

Around him, the battlefield erupted into chaotic violence. Warriors from Mists Ridge, their movements as fluid as a surging tide and as deadly as a falcon's strike, charged forward with blades gleaming in the sickly red light. Thunderclap City's elite cultivators, their faces contorted with fury and grief, advanced in a swirling mass, their voices hoarse with desperate commands. "For honor and vengeance!" they roared, each step challenging the impossible might that emanated from Jiang Feng. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the metallic tang of lightning, a cacophony of clashing steel and guttural cries filling the void between thunderclaps.

With the order from Zhen Chen, the Zhen clan took action, intercepting those from Mists Ridge City. Amid the fray, one cultivator lunged, his spear aimed for Jiang Feng's heart. For a moment, time itself seemed to slow—the spear a glinting promise of death broke through the fence of falling lightning. But with an instinct born of sheer survival, Jiang Feng's fist, glowing with an incandescent mix of gold and blue flames, intercepted the deadly thrust.

"Blazing Noon," Jiang Feng's voice fell like the sun at noon, his fist glowing so bright that the cultivator had to close his eyes. The second move of the Three Suns Fist, Blazing Noon, shook the very ground on which the two stood. One blazing fist, reflecting the glow of Noon, slammed into the cultivator's head.

The impact was cataclysmic: the assailant's head exploded in a spray of crimson mist, his form dissolving into nothingness as if devoured by the void. The shockwave of the collision sent ripples through the battlefield, and for a heartbeat, silence reigned amid the storm's roar. The ground beneath Jiang Feng's feet cracked and splintered, radiating outward like a spider's web, as if the earth itself could not contain the force of his power.

"That's two down," Jiang Feng pulled back his fist, his eyes getting colder by the minute.

Yet the silence was fleeting. The tribulation surged within him like a living beast, its energy swirling in turbulent eddies. His eyes burned with a wild, otherworldly light as he channeled the searing pain into a defiant roar. "I have embraced the inferno of destiny; I shall rule with an iron fist!" he bellowed, his voice resonating with the sound of thunder itself.

With that cry, he launched himself forward into the heart of his foes, the lightning in the sky seeming to have been provoked as it gathered into a ball of pure white light. Jiang Feng looked up but ignored the gathering lightning; there was nothing he could do to stop it even if he wanted to. His movements were a blur of speed and precision as he shot forward. The storm followed suit, black lightning arcing from his fingertips as he carved a path through the battlefield.

"Gao Yundian, stop this madness!" Lin Moyi stood in the air, above his head a massive brown eagle screeched nonstop. Its sharp aura rumbled, causing the clouds above to shake, gale-force winds rushing throughout the sky.

"It's him; he killed my son and nephew. He's the one the heavens want dead. Do you think I wouldn't notice, old man? Move or die," Gao Yundian roared, above his head, and his Nascent Soul roared. It was a massive cloud of lightning with nine chains. Four of those chains were broken, making Gao Yundian a fourth-level Nascent Soul realm expert. Lin Moyi had only recently ascended to the Nascent Soul realm, with his Nascent Soul eagle having only broken one chain.

But even so, cultivators who were able to make such advances weren't easy to deal with. Lin Moyi had no fear of Gao Yundian, even if he couldn't defeat the latter. Usually, people of their cultivation should never fight; the devastation would cause mountains and rivers to collapse. Thus, it was an unspoken rule that such cultivators would not fight or use their power to bully those lesser than them. But today, with the blood rain, Gao Yundian had the perfect excuse to kill.

"Haha, your son is indeed dead, but this was something we all were prepared for. The Obsidian Waterfall realm is as such. But you're using the mourning of the heavens as an excuse to kill one of our own. Are you afraid of what this child will become? How shameful," Lin Moyi roared.

"Old man," Jiang Feng raised his head and looked up. He could see Lin Moyi doing his best to hold off Gao Yundian, and Zhen Chen using his 5th-level Nascent Soul to hold Huoyan at bay. "On the path of cultivation, death is inevitable, but on the path of reverse cultivation, one has to come to terms with setting the world on fire to progress and to face the reality that everyone around them will make it to the end. The Mandate of Heaven does not welcome such people, and you will be killed if you are too weak, both in mind, body, and soul." A whisper echoed in Jiang Feng's heart.

Cultivators from both cities converged upon him like predators circling a wounded beast. A Mists Ridge disciple, his face set in grim determination, struck with blinding speed, his sword a silver streak slicing through the charged air. In response, Jiang Feng's body convulsed under the dual assault of lightning and unleashed power, yet he met the attack head-on. His fists became blazing hammers, each strike an explosion of raw, unfettered energy.

One blow sent the attacker spiraling into a wall of shattered rock and blood, while another forceful strike shattered the defenses of a Thunderclap warrior who dared approach too near, causing several trees to explode in the process. The air around him shimmered with heat, the very fabric of reality bending under the weight of his unleashed potential. "My body can't hold out anymore," Jiang Feng thought as his meridians expanded to four times their usual size.

The very heavens seemed to weep as the tribulation reached its zenith. A ball of furious shining lightning danced furiously around him, and in that cacophony and fury, Jiang Feng felt his Essence Lake stir violently—a seething ocean of chaotic might desperate to break free, but a brutal pain rocked his soul. His spirit felt like it was inside a cage, unable to escape. "Sigh... karma has found you; prepare well."

This time, it was the voice of the Aetherion Dragon who spoke. Up in the sky, the red clouds parted, and in the middle, a massive statue that seemed to be made from pure lightning stood with its head held high. In its hand was a massive lightning bolt, pointing downwards. Seeing the statue, Jiang Feng's eyes widened, "The Titan race?"

Everyone paused as they looked at the massive lightning which looked like it was carved to resemble a statue; the bolt of lightning in its hand gave off a sharp aura that caused many to hold their breaths.

"No!" Ji Moran cried as she tried to rush over to Jiang Feng. But her father held onto her as tightly as he could. Ji Kan's eyes were wide open, filled with both shock and fear, as well as all the other junior generation.

"Moran, this isn't something you can get involved in; stay put," Ji Tianyu shouted as his 6th-level Golden Core rotated. As her father, he would never let her get involved in such a mess.

"Let me go!" Ji Moran's eyes blazed as a massive Phoenix took flight; behind her back, an icy tree rose with shocking force.

"I'm sorry, Moran," Ji Tianyu chopped the back of her head, causing Ji Moran to pass out instantly. Though she had gotten stronger, fighting five levels above herself wasn't possible.

Lan Xue from Azure Spirit Hall, Zhao Tian from Crimson Sky Pavilion, Lei Wenshan from the Lei Clan, Zhen Ming from the Zhen Clan, Wu Lihua from Ironwood Sect, Fang Lili, and Bia Zhang all looked on with shock-filled eyes. They had all been in the Obsidian Waterfall realm; they all knew the shocking battle powers of Jiang Feng. Fang Lili and Bia Zhang even remembered their encounter with Jiang Feng, who had to escape, but today he was killing elders left and right, and now a statue of heavenly lightning was about to descend.

"Thank you," Jiang Feng looked over to Ji Tianyu and said. The middle-aged man raised his brow, seemingly not understanding why Jiang Feng thanked him. But he might not know, but Ji Kan and the other younger generation seemed to know. He turned to Ji Kan for answers.

ROAR!!!!

Jiang Feng took a deep breath; the blazing flames around his body rippled and vanished; the cage of lightning was still around his body, burning his flesh and insides; even his Essence Lake was under pressure. Above his head, the massive lightning statue opened its mouth and roared. It lifted the bolt of lightning, causing thunderous claps to echo.

"Run!" Zhen Chen turned to his clan and roared.

Those from Northern Moon rushed away as fast as they could; even those from Silver Sword City, who were watching from a distance, backed off. Obsidian Lake City, Mists Ridge, Thunderclap, and Verdant Sky City all took their people and backed off.

"Run, kid!" Lin Moyi rushed over to Jiang Feng. The moment he got near and placed his hand on Jiang Feng's shoulder, an overwhelming pressure slammed into his body. The eagle above his head shattered, causing Lin Moyi to spit out blood and blackout.

"Nooo!!!" Jiang Feng quickly turned to catch the body of the old man; his eyes were so wide they seemed to want to fall out. Jiang Feng's hand started to shake so much that even the pain from the lightning didn't feel as bad as how his heart felt at that moment. "Gramps, no, no, wake up; don't die," tears instantly filled Jiang Feng's eyes; he could feel Lin Moyi's pulse weakening at an alarming rate.

Jiang Feng's eyes snapped open and looked over; in the sky, Lord Varelith and Elder Bia could be seen coldly looking down at him. The pale-faced young man was currently putting his right hand down, which signified that the blow came from him. Jiang Feng could sense the dark aura that was wreaking havoc inside Lin Moyi's body. The instant their eyes made contact, Jiang Feng knew that they were from the Celestial Shadow Church. "You people again!!"

Jiang Feng's mind rumbled, hate filling his heart. A swoosh came by, and Zhen Chen appeared out of thin air. His eyes were red; without a word, he quickly took Lin Moyi's body and flew away at top speed. He moved so fast that not even Varelith reacted in time. "He's a fast one," Varelith murmured as he watched Zhen Chen.

"Lord, why didn't you kill the kid instead?" Elder Bia, who stood behind, asked with a confused facial expression; it would've been much easier to kill Jiang Feng from his point of view than to kill an early Nascent Soul cultivator.

"This is heavenly tribulation; anyone who gets involved would be killed sooner or later if they aren't killed instantly. I dare not get involved. But for the old man to attempt what he did, I only assisted with quickening his death." Varelith's cold eyes then turned to the east.

There, the clouds parted, and General Jin Kael appeared with Lieutenant Mira. The moment their eyes met, sparks flew, but neither made a move against the other.