Chapter 35: Is This All You’re Capable Of?

Boom!

Their eyes met, and an invisible wave exploded forth with thunderous force.

Though neither Jun Wushuang nor Nangong Lei had yet unlocked their spiritual sea or awakened mental power, the strength of this wave was such that Ji Yuntian’s pupils contracted sharply.

“This brat has grown even stronger!”

Ji Yuntian’s heart tightened as he reassessed Jun Wushuang’s strength. At this moment, Jun Wushuang was no longer at the first stage of the Myriad Phenomena Realm. He had broken through three levels in succession, reaching the fourth stage!

The aftereffects of the divine forbidden art were severe, yet Jun Wushuang had absorbed a vast quantity of treasures. Not only had he fully recovered, but he had also shattered three realms, his power soaring.

Within the storage rings of Xu Huantiger and the four masters of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning, treasures abounded, worth a million. Jun Zhantian had spared nothing, tapping into the Jun family’s treasury and providing another eight hundred thousand in treasures.

But most crucial of all was Master Wu.

The Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion was famed for its reach across the world. The branch in Jiangning City, though modest, held a trove of treasures. This time, Master Wu emptied the branch’s stores without reservation, amassing goods worth over five million spirit stones.

Altogether, nearly seven million in treasures.

Jun Wushuang took three days to absorb and refine them all.

Now, his demonic aura surged, murderous intent brimming—he was at the peak of his power.

“Jun Wushuang, you finally show yourself. I thought you’d scurry away like a rat in the night!”

Nangong Lei strode forward, rolling his neck with a series of sharp cracks.

He grinned, his gaze mocking as he eyed Jun Wushuang, like a cat toying with its prey.

“You’re a fool for showing up. If you’d slipped away, you might have clung to life for a few days longer. But by coming here to face me, you’ve chosen the path of death.”

“With your talent, maybe one day you’d reach the Imperial Capital, find a noble patron, and grovel as their lapdog.”

“But you made the mistake of provoking the Ji family and, worse, bullying Qingchen. Qingchen is my woman; by harming her, you sealed your fate.”

“Today, not only will you die, but so will your father—and the entire Jun family. Not a soul will be spared!”

Nangong Lei spoke with arrogance and scorn.

Though Jun Wushuang had reached the fourth stage of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, in Nangong Lei’s eyes he was still no match.

After all, a rustic from Jiangning City could never compare to him. Even if they were at the same level, he would stomp Jun Wushuang beneath his feet.

“I never thought that wretched harlot Ji Qingchen would find someone willing to take her on. Your taste is truly unique.”

Jun Wushuang sneered.

His hatred for Ji Qingchen ran deep.

He knew well that Ji Qingchen’s heart was venomous, brimming with schemes. To seize his Battle Dragon King physique, she had feigned innocence for years, making him willingly obedient to her manipulations.

Now, having gone to the Imperial Capital, she thrived even more. In no time, she had the genius of the Nangong family at her beck and call, compelling him to travel countless miles to Jiangning City for a life-and-death confrontation.

Staring at Nangong Lei before him, Jun Wushuang’s mind conjured Ji Qingchen’s venomous face.

He could never forget her maliciousness.

That poison was a thorn lodged in his heart, festering deeper and deeper, intensifying his murderous intent.

“How dare you insult Qingchen!”

The words "wretched harlot" made Nangong Lei’s face darken, his eyes cold and sharp.

“Qingchen is a true celestial maiden, the woman I love most. She’s beyond the reach of frogs at the bottom of the well like you.”

“I’d intended to leave you a whole corpse, but since you’ve insulted Qingchen, I’ll tear you limb from limb, grind your bones to dust, and leave you no grave!”

Nangong Lei was truly enraged.

His fury blazed in his eyes, as if it could burn away sun, moon, and mountains.

“It’s over—Young Master Nangong is really angry. Jun Wushuang won’t just die; his end will be horrific.”

“Exactly. Why provoke Young Master Nangong?”

“Jun Wushuang is too arrogant. Young Master Nangong, hurry and kill him!”

Their conversation rang clear in the ears of the crowd.

Feeling Nangong Lei’s wrath, everyone shivered involuntarily.

For a moment, the crowd looked at Jun Wushuang with pity.

To them, Jun Wushuang, having angered Nangong Lei, was as good as dead.

Boom!

A sudden thunderclap resounded.

Blinding white lightning erupted from Nangong Lei, sweeping across the heavens.

The might of thunder signifies absolute destruction.

Nangong Lei, possessing the Thundercloud King Physique and wielding thunder arts, commanded three thousand bolts, unrivaled in battle and boundless in devastation.

“Jun Wushuang, prepare to die!”

With a furious shout, Nangong Lei fully activated his Thundercloud King Physique.

“Innate Divine Art: Thunder’s End!”

He unleashed a killing blow from the outset.

This was the Thundercloud King Physique's innate power—the very technique he used to defeat Jun Zhantian.

Even Jun Zhantian, at the first stage of the Divine Sea Realm, was felled in one blow; how could Jun Wushuang at the fourth stage of the Myriad Phenomena Realm hope to resist?

The white lightning rapidly intertwined, coalescing into a hundred-meter-long thunder tiger.

The thunder tiger was almost tangible, lifelike, savage and fierce, exuding an aura of annihilation.

Its appearance shocked the entire arena.

“Incredible! Is this Young Master Nangong’s true power? He’s like a young Thunder God—who could stand against him?”

“Just the aura is overwhelming; if I faced him head-on, I’d be torn to shreds instantly.”

“The Royal Martial Academy’s profound-grade student lives up to his reputation. Jun Wushuang doesn’t stand a chance—he’ll be obliterated in one strike!”

The crowd erupted in awe, hastily retreating, unable to withstand the thunder tiger’s ferocity.

Jun Zhantian’s face also changed.

He had attacked with all his might, but was defeated in one blow.

Though he believed in his son, he couldn’t help but worry for Jun Wushuang.

This was a battle of life and death, after all.

“Be careful, young master!”

Lin Mengyao had come along and was now filled with anxiety.

“Master!”

Master Wu’s pupils contracted, sensing the thunder tiger’s terrifying power, praying silently for Jun Wushuang.

“Haha, Nangong Lei is no Xu Huantiger, let alone Jun Yanming. Even Xu Huantiger can’t compare. Jun Wushuang, I want to see how you’ll defend yourself this time!”

No one was more delighted than Ji Yuntian.

His hatred for Jun Wushuang was at its peak.

To witness Jun Wushuang’s death firsthand—he could hardly contain his excitement.

Boom!

The savage thunder tiger lunged from the void, charging straight at Jun Wushuang.

That dreadful aura of destruction.

That terrifying white lightning.

That ferocious hundred-meter thunder tiger.

Enough to chill the heart of any who witnessed it.

Yet Jun Wushuang stood firm, neither dodging nor drawing his Asura Demon Blade.

“Heaven-Devouring Demon Art!”

Jun Wushuang unleashed his Heaven-Devouring Demon Art, opening his mouth wide.

With a sudden rush, like a whale gulping water, he swallowed the hundred-meter thunder tiger whole.

Then he sneered.

“Is that all you’ve got?”