Chapter 1469: Chapter 157 Extreme Sky Thunder_4
Ah Dai’s entire body suddenly became overwhelmed with a surge of excitement. The massive energy in the sky seemed to be completely under his control, as thick, dark clouds fully blanketed the heavens. Following the flashes of lightning came an intense, reverberating thunder that seemed to shake one’s very soul. "Crack!" A deafening boom erupted, and a blindingly bright bolt of blue and white lightning descended rapidly, striking directly into the faint silver lumisphere. The immense energy instantly exploded. The thunder and lightning clash successfully drew in the Yin Thunder, and the fusion of Yin and Yang Thunder unleashed an enormous burst of energy. The entire Duke’s Mansion was engulfed by the massive energy. As the power of the Heavenly Thunder Clash formed, Ah Dai swiftly activated the teleportation function granted by Goris’s Wish, using it twice to transport himself and Sheng Xie two hundred meters away, avoiding the epicenter of the explosive clash.
The entirety of the Duke’s Mansion lit up, as a white energy sphere centered at the fusion point of the Yin and Yang Thunder suddenly erupted, instantly swallowing the surrounding area within several thousand square meters. The assassins who had previously been attacking Ah Dai and Sheng Xie had no chance to react before they were consumed by the energy of the Heavenly Thunder Clash. After Ah Dai achieved the fifth transformation of his Life Force, the Heavenly Thunder Clash finally unleashed its maximum power. Ah Dai clearly felt that his previous estimation had been wrong—the intensity of the thunder and lightning clash was no less than the oppressive darkness of the Netherworld. The immense waves of energy were so overwhelming that, even having teleported two hundred meters away with Sheng Xie, he still struggled to withstand the aftermath. The pale violet shield of his Life Force transformation endured the shockwave, but the pressure caused him to spit out blood uncontrollably. Sheng Xie was also affected to a certain extent; his massive form was blasted backward by the shockwave, leaving a wide trench in the ground and oozing more blood from his body.
The Lord was the first to retreat. Although he anticipated the ferocity of Ah Dai’s attack, he had not expected it to be so overwhelming. The blindingly intense light before him filled his heart with terror. Dark red light and gray gas encased both him and Mie Feng entirely. Luckily, he retreated quickly, and by the time the shockwave reached him, it had significantly weakened. Nevertheless, he still felt the tremendous impact. The Lord shielded Mie Feng from the attack not out of compassion or concern for the Thieves Guild; Mie Feng was essentially his final trump card. To achieve the goal of killing Ah Dai, he had to protect this card without fail. With his cunning intelligence, he had clearly perceived the subtle connection between Mie Feng and Ah Dai. To ensure his safety and ultimate victory, he naturally would not allow Mie Feng to suffer any harm. The smugness he had displayed moments earlier had completely vanished. His blood-red eyes gleamed coldly with murderous intent, his fury reaching its peak.
The rumbling thunder continued to roar incessantly, while the brilliant white glow within the Duke’s Mansion gradually dimmed. The once-picturesque estate had undergone a dramatic transformation—the ground within several thousand square meters had sunken to depths of over three meters. Decorative hills, vegetation, pavilions—everything had disappeared under the destructive energy’s onslaught. Of the more than a hundred assassins present, fewer than forty remained—the ones with the highest abilities. But even among them, most had suffered severe injuries. Mie Yi, who had previously been maimed by Ah Dai, was reduced to a pile of flesh by the clash’s shockwave, ultimately meeting a grisly end to his sinful life. As for the vast number of assassins who perished, they were obliterated by the overwhelming energy, leaving behind nothing but ash. Such an outcome was beyond anyone’s expectations.
Though the Heavenly Thunder Clash exhibited devastating power, it also drained even more of Ah Dai’s energy compared to its previous uses. Almost seventy percent of his True Qi had been expended in this earth-shattering strike. Despite being the first person to neutralize the deadly poison of the unparalleled Saint Water, his overall abilities had nonetheless suffered damage after neutralizing the toxicity. Half-kneeling on Sheng Xie’s broad dragon back, he gasped continuously; his Gigantic Spirit Snake Armor on his chest had been stained dark red by the blood he’d coughed up. Though his body was utterly exhausted, Ah Dai’s eyes revealed an indescribable excitement. Wiping out most of the assassins with a single strike brought him immense satisfaction. The bloodlust in his gaze continued to flicker—he could finally sense the confidence needed to annihilate the remaining assassins entirely.
Sheng Xie’s exhaustion was no less than Ah Dai’s. Earlier, in order to grant Ah Dai enough time to unleash the thunder and lightning clash, Sheng Xie had exerted all his effort to withstand the assassins’ attacks. Though it wasn’t as taxing as using the Dragon Language Spell, Sheng Xie had still lost the majority of his combat power. Standing firmly on the ground, he heaved deep breaths repeatedly.
The surviving assassins, who had narrowly escaped the clash, gathered around the Lord. These elites of the Assassin’s Guild had been utterly shaken by the thunder and lightning clash, their spirits deeply ingrained with fear. Not a single one of them dared to approach Ah Dai now. The Lord stared coldly at Ah Dai atop Sheng Xie’s dragon back and sneered, "Good. Boy, you’re impressive. Looks like I truly underestimated you. So, the continent now has a fifth Sword Saint. I’ll admit, you’re strong—remarkably strong. In a one-on-one fight, I might not be your match. But how much power do you think you still have left after using such a strong attack? So what if you’re a Sword Saint? In the end, you still have to die by my hands. But I have a question—how did you manage to unleash such a powerful attack after being poisoned by the Saint Water? Could it be that you weren’t poisoned at all? That’s impossible. My plan was flawless."
Ah Dai replied coldly, "You’re right—I was poisoned by the Saint Water. But you overlooked one crucial point. My master isn’t just Uncle Owen; I have another teacher: the continent’s greatest Alchemist, Goris. Do you not recall that Uncle Owen survived for five years after being poisoned by the Saint Water? That was because I used the method Goris developed to temporarily suppress the poison’s effects on him. I naturally applied the same method to myself. Lord, prepare to face your death. Even if I perish here today, I’ll make sure to drag you down with me."
The Lord suddenly burst out in maniacal laughter. "You? In your current state? Even if you’ve temporarily suppressed the Saint Water’s poison, it’s only thanks to your own abilities. I don’t believe you can keep the poison at bay after unleashing such a powerful attack. Judging by your current condition, I doubt you have even the strength for another blow. I’d like to see just how resilient your life can be. You want to kill me? You’re not qualified."
Ah Dai’s eyes burned with hatred. "You’ve committed evil across the continent for years, and the countless innocent souls murdered by the Assassin’s Guild will bless me in battle. You think I lack the strength to fight anymore? Then come and try me." Though he wasn’t actively threatened by the Saint Water’s poison, the Lord was right—Ah Dai’s remaining energy was negligible. His words were meant to provoke the Lord into attacking personally so that he could muster all his strength to take down this ultimate villain and avenge Owen. However, the Lord was no fool. To him, nothing was more important than his own life. In a hateful tone, he commanded, "Attack! Whoever kills him, I’ll promote to the position of Vice President of the Assassin’s Guild." The assassins who survived were essentially veterans of the Guild. Their many years of experience had instilled in them an unwavering loyalty to the Lord’s orders—especially when incentivized by great rewards. Despite their fear of Ah Dai’s overwhelming power, the assassins charged forward.
Ah Dai sighed inwardly. He had no idea how strong the Lord truly was, but based on Owen’s accounts from the past, he understood that anyone who could hold the position of President of the Assassin’s Guild for decades was undeniably formidable. In his current state, it seemed almost impossible to wipe out these remaining assassins completely. Yet, given the circumstances, retreat was not an option. Fixing his gaze on the assassins closing in around him, he shouted, "Xiao Qie, let’s finish these bastards!" Gripping the Sword of Hades tightly in his right hand, he soared into the air and charged toward the remaining assassins.
