# Chapter 2025: World-Destroying Thunder Art
"Boom rumble."
Struck by the shockwaves of sound, the Ancient Snow Mountain experienced violent tremors, thick layers of snow peeling off, forming a massive avalanche of spectacular scale.
Given the extreme cold of the Ancient Snow Mountain, ordinary cultivators encountering such a terrifying avalanche would likely find it difficult to escape being buried alive.
"The cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Yin Bat Diagram and the Heavenly Demon Qin-Playing Diagram have combined their attacks, stacking their sonic assaults—one bright, one dark. Quite interesting."
Despite suffering such a fearsome attack, Zhang Ruochen showed no signs of panic. Instead, he had the leisure to offer commentary.
Ordinary people encountering the combined assault of Tenggu and Luoyu would likely find it quite troublesome, after all, such direct attacks targeting the Sacred Soul were extremely difficult to defend against.
Zhang Ruochen was different—his Sacred Soul was exceptionally powerful.
The Divine Sun formed by the day leaf of the Seven-Star Divine Ling continuously released yang-aligned essence energy, nourishing his physical body while also nurturing his Sacred Soul.
Moreover, the strengthening of his Sacred Soul caused Zhang Ruochen's Spiritual Power to grow constantly. After a decade of seclusion, he had finally reached the peak of the fifty-ninth rank.
Although he still could not compare to the Flower Fairy or Shi Mingyuan for the time being, within the Saint King Realm, he was already at the top tier, with few able to match him.
"I wonder if Brother Tenggu and the others can handle Zhang Ruochen."
Zhong Lin's face showed concern.
If they could defeat him, that would naturally be good.
If they could not, perhaps they should retreat as soon as possible.
Gong Yang sneered, "Rest assured, when have Brother Tenggu and Sister Luoyu ever lost when joining forces? Zhang Ruochen is indeed strong, but facing such bizarre sonic attacks, he's probably at a loss for what to do."
"Don't underestimate Zhang Ruochen. If he were truly that easy to deal with, he would have been killed long ago. How could he still be alive? We'd better retreat further. At this level of battle, even the residual shockwaves can be fatal." Ji Fan said with a solemn expression.
Ji Fan was very clear about the terror of that ancient tortoise shell. He had thought it could inflict considerable damage on Zhang Ruochen, but the result had completely exceeded his expectations.
Based on this alone, one could judge that Zhang Ruochen was extremely troublesome, seemingly even stronger than he had been at the Peacock Manor.
Hearing this, Zhong Lin and the other three couldn't help but nod slightly, then unhesitatingly retreated backward.
Regardless of the outcome, retreating further would do no harm.
Noticing the movements of the four, Tenggu paid them no mind. In his view, it was better for Ji Fan and the others to retreat further—it would save them from getting in the way.
"Zhang Ruochen, give up. If you obediently surrender and hand over the treasures on you, this king can spare your life." Tenggu spoke, as if everything was within his control.
Tenggu was undoubtedly very confident in his own methods, certain that he could suppress Zhang Ruochen.
Just then, the qin music Luoyu was playing underwent a tremendous change. From gentle and pleasant, it became murderous and fierce. A battlefield piled high with corpses and bones was manifested, enveloping Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi.
Within this battlefield, corpses suddenly stood up one after another, then frantically charged at Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi.
Although everyone knew this was all an illusion created by the qin music, anyone would find it extremely real and impossible to ignore.
"Heavenly Demon Confuses the Spirit—Luoyu has directly unleashed her strongest technique." Ji Fan said with great surprise.
Clearly, Luoyu regarded Zhang Ruochen as a very important opponent, showing no contempt whatsoever. From the very beginning, she had gone all out.
Within the battlefield, Zhang Ruochen remained calm and composed, his hands slowly forming strange hand seals.
A bolt of lightning flew out from Zhang Ruochen's body, transforming into an extremely tall and majestic figure. Silver-white electric serpents coiled around its body, exuding a domineering aura of pure yang and pure strength.
This figure was Zhang Ruochen's Spiritual Power Sacred Form—the Thunder God Venerable.
Truth be told, it had been a very long time since Zhang Ruochen had used the Thunder God Venerable to fight.
Above the Thunder God Venerable's head floated a golden precious pearl, containing violent golden thunder within, emitting a terrifying aura of world-destroying power.
Influenced by the golden precious pearl, the sky above the Ancient Snow Mountain immediately stirred with wind and clouds, gathering thick thunderclouds that covered a thousand miles in every direction.
"Let's test the power of this Golden Radiance Thunder Pearl. I hope it won't disappoint me." Zhang Ruochen murmured.
The Golden Radiance Thunder Pearl was a war trophy he had obtained from killing many experts of the Heavenly Realm Faction. It was itself a top-grade Spiritual Power Sacred Artifact, belonging to the thunder attribute.
Moreover, within the Golden Radiance Thunder Pearl, Zhang Ruochen had discovered a strange Spiritual Imprint containing a domineering spell art.
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen's Spiritual Power was now extremely powerful; otherwise, he would have had no way to cultivate this spell art.
To make a comparison, this spell art was no weaker than a Tongxuan-level Mid-rank Sacred Art, and could even rival a High-rank Sacred Art.
With a thought, Zhang Ruochen released his powerful Spiritual Power, mobilizing the thunderous energy of heaven and earth, frantically gathering it toward the Golden Radiance Thunder Pearl above the Thunder God Venerable's head.
"Crack."
Space violently trembled, black cracks appearing as if it were about to shatter.
Terrifying lightning roamed, spreading all around Zhang Ruochen, sweeping away the attacks manifested from Heavenly Demon Qi.
"How can Zhang Ruochen's Spiritual Power be so powerful?" Tenggu's expression changed drastically, vaguely sensing a great threat.
Luoyu's expression was also grave. She said in a deep voice, "The spell art Zhang Ruochen is about to unleash is no small matter. I never thought he could cultivate his Spiritual Power to such a level."
Cultivators who practiced both martial arts and Spiritual Power were extremely rare, and most focused primarily on martial arts. Those who could cultivate both to extremely high levels could be described as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
The outside world only knew that Zhang Ruochen was extremely powerful in martial arts, able to match most Lin Daojing realm experts, but they did not know that his Spiritual Power had also reached the peak of the Saint King Realm.
Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and the hand seals he formed changed.
"World-Destroying Thunder Punishment."
The Golden Radiance Thunder Pearl trembled, its entire body radiating dazzling golden light.
"Rustle."
Golden thunderbolts appeared out of thin air, filling the sky, and the aura of destruction spread everywhere—a complete scene of world annihilation.
"Boom."
The golden thunder descended, and the battlefield Luoyu had manifested shattered on the spot, then was annihilated into nothingness.
At this moment, the sky had turned golden. Countless golden thunderbolts roamed, like golden snakes, densely packed, seemingly turning into liquid, forming a terrifying sea of thunder.
As time passed, the sea of thunder continued to expand, as if it would envelop the entire Ancient Snow Mountain.
Such a scene would make anyone's scalp tingle.
"Have you attacked enough? Now it's my turn!" Zhang Ruochen said.
"Boom rumble."
Golden thunder poured down madly, thick and dense, like the Heavenly River bursting its banks.
"Not good."
Tenggu's expression changed drastically.
He could clearly feel that the power contained in the golden thunder was extremely terrifying, capable of destroying almost everything.
Immediately, Tenggu activated his demonic technique, integrating more closely with the battle formation.
A vast demonic Qi surged forth, combining with the Yin Bat hovering above.
Instantly, the Yin Bat's body became even larger, its membranous wings spreading out to form a giant protective barrier, trying to block the golden thunder.
At the same time, Luoyu soared into the air, holding the ancient qin in her arms.
With a wave of her hand, tens of thousands of black demonic lights flew out.
The demonic lights condensed, forming a divine sword that slashed toward the golden thunder.
With a tearing sound, the cascading waterfall of golden thunder was cut in two by the divine sword.
Then, the Yin Bat opened its mouth, emitting bizarre and unpredictable sound waves that vibrated through space, causing the golden thunder waterfall to rapidly disintegrate.
"You do have some skill, but it's not over yet." A faint smile appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face.
The sea of thunder surged, and a giant dragon's head emerged from a torn hole in the thunder sea, its gaze coldly fixed on Tenggu and Luoyu, as if looking down on ants.
"Roar."
The golden dragon roared, shaking heaven and earth.
A ball of golden light was spat out from the golden dragon's mouth, like a dragon pearl, falling at incredible speed.
"Boom."
The moment it touched the Yin Bat, the golden light exploded with a bang.
"Pfft."
The Yin Bat's massive body was immediately pierced through by this terrifying force, leaving a hole a hundred zhang in diameter.
And this was only the beginning. The golden dragon continuously spat out balls of golden light, all targeting the Yin Bat.
Looking closely, one could see that those balls of golden light were actually thunderous power compressed to the extreme, full of instability.
"Boom."
Following a series of explosions, the Yin Bat's figure vanished without a trace.
"Pfft."
Tenggu and the group of Black Demon Realm Saint Kings forming the battle formation all spat blood.
That Yin Bat had condensed their essence, Qi, and spirit. Now that it was destroyed, it naturally dealt considerable damage to them.
"How can he be this strong? Damn it."
Tenggu was horrified in his heart, and also furious.
The spell art Zhang Ruochen had unleashed was simply the bane of the demonic technique he cultivated. That pure yang and pure strength aura made him feel very uncomfortable.
If not for this, Tenggu believed he would not have ended up in such a sorry state.
Amidst his fury, Tenggu once again activated his demonic technique, releasing a torrent of yin-fiend demonic Qi, condensing it into a barrier to resist the thunder's attack.
Luoyu's expression was solemn. Her delicate hand quickly plucked the qin strings, playing a murderous qin melody.
"Roar."
The qin music took form, transforming into a fierce white tiger right in front of Zhang Ruochen, raising its head in furious roars.
The tiger's claws swung, viciously striking at Zhang Ruochen, who was right before it.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was indifferent, calm as an ancient well. In an instant, he threw a punch.
"Luo Water Transforms into Dragon."
Executing the Luo Water Fist Art, Zhang Ruochen's entire body seemed to transform into a divine dragon, his arm turning into a dragon claw.
"Boom."
The moment they made contact, the white tiger was torn apart, dissipating into nothingness.
Luoyu let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Horror involuntarily appeared in her eyes.
"Quick, retreat. Zhang Ruochen has grown stronger—we are no match for him." Luoyu shouted, immediately wanting to flee.
Although Tenggu was somewhat unwilling, he was not stupid. Choosing to fight Zhang Ruochen to the death at this moment was undoubtedly very unwise.
Only a little over a month had passed since the battle at Peacock Manor, yet Zhang Ruochen's strength had increased significantly again. This truly surprised Tenggu.
He had never expected that Zhang Ruochen's Spiritual Power attribute could suppress him, preventing his strength from being fully unleashed.
The two were very decisive. They closely integrated with their respective battle formations, transforming into two masses of sinister demonic Qi, fleeing at extreme speed.
Ji Fan and the other four reacted even faster, having already fled far away.
"Don't even think about escaping."
Zhang Ruochen shouted in a low voice, releasing even more powerful Spiritual Power, injecting it into the Golden Radiance Thunder Pearl.
"Rustle."
Two thick golden thunderbolts appeared in the sky, like two golden divine dragons, instantly catching up to the two masses of demonic Qi trying to escape.
"Boom."
The two masses of demonic Qi exploded on the spot, figures tumbling out from within.
"Ah."
For a moment, miserable screams rang out, one after another.
Clearly, both battle formations had collapsed. Those Saint Kings with weaker strength had all suffered considerable injuries.
It was said that demonic cultivators had powerful physical bodies, but now these Black Demon Realm Saint Kings all had charred bodies, their skin split open, golden lightning roaming over their bodies like little snakes.
"Such terrifying thunder-type spell art... gulp..."
Zhong Lin's eyes were wide as saucers, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
If he were to take a single golden thunderbolt alone, even if he could save his life, he would definitely be severely injured.
Ji Fan and the other two were also dumbfounded, all involuntarily drawing in cold breaths.
Fortunately, they had fled quickly; otherwise, their fate would probably be worse than Tenggu and the others.
"Zhang Ruochen, this freak. His Spiritual Power has actually reached such a level. He's truly going against the heavens."
Thinking back to how he had dared to provoke Zhang Ruochen earlier, Gong Yang couldn't help shivering, a wave of fear surging in his heart.
"Where do you four think you're going?"
Extremely abruptly, Zhang Ruochen's voice sounded in the ears of Ji Fan and the other four.
"Swish."
Ji Fan and the other four immediately turned around.
"Zhang... Zhang Ruochen."
The expressions of all four changed drastically, their bodies turning cold.
They had thought they had fled far enough, but they never expected Zhang Ruochen to suddenly appear beside them.
Before Ji Fan and the others could react, Zhang Ruochen had already used his spatial techniques to imprison all four of them. Even Ji Fan could not struggle free.
With a flip of his hand, Zhang Ruochen took out a Space Exquisite Ball and collected Ji Fan and the others inside.
Earlier, when he had come out from the Endless Abyss, he had vaguely heard the four discussing some matters that seemed to involve the Blood God. Keeping them alive might bring him some surprises.
Having smoothly suppressed Ji Fan and the others, Zhang Ruochen's true body returned to Mu Lingxi's side, as if he had never left.
"Boom."
A snow mountain shattered, and a mass of yin-fiend demonic Qi rushed out from within, pouncing at Zhang Ruochen, who was standing in midair.
"Zhang Ruochen, die!"
Tenggu had now transformed into a ferocious Yin Bat, opening its mouth to reveal sharp fangs, biting at Zhang Ruochen's neck.
As long as he succeeded in piercing the skin of Zhang Ruochen's neck, he would become the final victor.
"Clang."
Tenggu did not succeed in biting Zhang Ruochen's neck. Instead, he bit down on the pitch-black sword blade.
No matter how sharp his fangs were, they could not cause any damage to the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
"Crack."
The Abyssal Ancient Sword turned, and one of Tenggu's fangs snapped off.
Not only that, but Tenggu's mouth was also cut open, blood gushing out.
If he had not retreated quickly enough, his head would have been half severed.
"Since you've come, stay." Zhang Ruochen said coldly.
With the Abyssal Ancient Sword in hand, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the laws of time, using the power of time to capture time imprints, enveloping Tenggu.
"Pfft."
Although Tenggu tried his best to retreat, he still could not avoid the sword Qi's attack.
Five consecutive sword Qis struck Tenggu's body, leaving only five wounds that were not too deep. However, Tenggu's aura instantly withered.
"My lifespan..."
Tenggu's expression changed drastically, fear surging within him.
In an instant, at least a hundred years of his lifespan had been severed.
Just five sword Qis. If fifty sword Qis had struck his body, he would likely have died from depleted lifespan immediately.