The sound of thunder was muffled and deafening.

When the sixth Heavenly Thunderbolt was blocked by He Jian, a strong wind blew in from the sky and swept over from afar, slowly blowing away the black clouds.

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the world returned to its peace. A sword-light flashed in He Jian's eyes, and he thought to himself, 'The transformation of the dantian into a lake is the symbol of a Venerable One.

At this moment, He Jian only felt that his body was clear, and there was not a speck of dust in his heart. The spiritual Qi in his Dantian Lake was as majestic as the ocean, and every cell in his body felt as if they were soaking in warm water. It was comfortable. The spiritual Qi in his meridians surged, and he could feel the energy that filled the universe. With just a thought, he could borrow the power.

This was the Venerable One. Every strike was tainted by the great power of the universe.

With a flash of thought, He Jian meditated. His Qi momentum sank to the bottom of his heart, and it was as smooth as one, not revealing the slightest bit of it.

At this moment, he had become an old man of the secular world. The great path was simple, and nothing could be more simple than returning to the basics.

Zang Jian's pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice trembled. "This... 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts?" As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Yingrong as if he wanted to find the answer from her.

"Yes, 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts..." Jiang Yingrong's face was exquisite, and the corners of her mouth curled up. Her eyes were filled with shock.

The 2 of them looked at each other for a moment and did not say anything.

Ou Yangming stood with his hands behind his back. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his long hair fluttered behind him, making him look otherworldly. He took a deep look at He Jian and thought to himself, 'Although the Heaven-lifting is an incomplete move, its power is astonishing. Now that Senior He has passed 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts, how strong is his combat power?

He shook his head and did not dare to guess, but he had a vague answer in his heart. Even Multi-armed King Kong might not be a match for He Jian.

Jiang Yingrong gently and gracefully walked forward. Her body bent, and her full breasts outlined in astonishing curves, revealing a burst of spring light. She gently picked up the Thunderbolt-resistant Suit and inserted her mental power into it. Countless dim runes appeared in her perception. Her lips opened slightly, and she said with a surprised look, "This Thunderbolt-resistant Suit... Hasn't completely lost its spiritual essence?"

When Zang Jian heard this, he gasped.

He thought to himself, 'The suit has withstood 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts, but there's still a trace of spiritual essence left. How profound is Brother Yu's attainments in smithing?'

At this moment, for some unknown reason, he thought of Ou Yangming and Qu Zhengde in his mind. He gave the young fellow a meaningful glance but did not say anything and remained silent.

All of a sudden, dozens of black light spots appeared in Ou Yangming's senses. Their positions were constantly changing as they charged toward the 4 of them. Their bodies were filled with murderous auras. The light spot at the very front was as black as ink. It even carried an indescribable greed. It was the fastest—much faster than the rest of the light spots. It was Dong Chenyu.

Behind these dozens of light dots, Turbid was hiding in the fog, slowly moving forward.

Ou Yangming looked around, and his expression was strange. He sighed in his heart. 'They're really courting death!'

After thinking for a bit, he understood what the Blood Horned Dragon was thinking. He definitely wanted to devour the Bloodline Power of a Venerable One. Dong Chenyu must have thought that the newly advanced Venerable One had just passed the Heavenly Disaster and would be weak, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Ou Yangming guessed it right.

Outside the fog vortex, Dong Chenyu was in high spirits. After sensing carefully for a moment, he muttered softly, "Hmm? There aren't too many violent fluctuations. This new Venerable One must've been seriously injured! Thinking about it, how could the 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts be so easy to overcome?" His heart was burning with passion. When he broke through the Spirit Grade and became a Venerable One, he had only passed 4 Heavenly Thunderbolts. Just a little bit more and he would have perished under the Heavenly Thunderbolts. This time, there were 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts. In the past, he did not even dare to think about it

Now, he had the chance to devour the power of this new Venerable One's bloodline. How could he not be excited?

This kind of fortune was simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After the fusion of the Bloodline Powers, he could advance one step further.

Dong Chenyu was in a good mood. He was just short of humming a little song.

"Woosh, woosh, woosh..." The sound of the air breaking was heard, and he landed within 333 meters of Ou Yangming.

Blood flashed in Dong Chenyu's eyes, and he said coldly, "It really is all of you. It's true that we'll meet wherever we go! To be able to transcend the Heavenly Disaster so casually, you deserve to have your bloodline devoured!" He could not stop sneering. The truth was indeed that. Every top-grade Spiritualist would be cautious when overcoming the Heavenly Thunderbolts, and there would be someone there to protect them. Just like when Multi-armed King Kong broke through and became a Venerable One, it hid deep within the mountains of the Beast King Sect, and there were 3 Venerable Ones protecting it to prevent it from being ambushed. This was because right after one overcame the Heavenly Disaster, one would be at their weakest.

If one was seriously injured under the Heavenly Thunderbolts, even if one encountered an ordinary Spiritualist, one might even die.

Ou Yangming lifted his chin slightly with a faint smile. He asked with a strange expression, "Do you think that you won?"

"This isn't what I had in mind?" Dong Chenyu's mind thudded.

He had a bad feeling in his heart but when he released his mental power, he could tell that He Jian's aura was faintly discernible as if he was adjusting his breathing.

This faint bad feeling was then cast out of his head. A bloodthirsty look flashed across his eyes, and a majestic aura swept out. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, you're playing tricks. I don't believe that you can escape from me!" At this moment, the remaining Blood Horned Dragons arrived.

Ou Yangming's face was as calm as a lake. He looked at Dong Chenyu with pity.

This glance pierced deeply into Dong Chenyu's heart. The violent emotions in his heart increased. He licked his lips forcefully and raised his hand to point at He Jian. "I want you to watch me devour the Bloodline Power in your body so that you'll sink into deep regret. As for her and him, they'll die because of you!" As he said this, he raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Yingrong and Zang Jian.

He raised his hand slightly and shouted, "Kill!" After saying that, he felt elated. He felt that the sky was clear, and that the wind was pleasant.

As his words spread out, the dozens of Blood Horned Dragons swarmed over while he pounced on He Jian.

The strange look on Ou Yangming's face became more intense. He shook his head and said, "You can come and try."

Zang Jian and Jiang Yingrong were calm. They knew with the help of the Earthly Formation Boards and the Thunderbolt-resistant Suit, He Jian could easily overcome the 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts. Even the spiritual Qi in his dantian was not consumed much.

At this moment, He Jian slowly opened his eyes, which shot out a beam of sword-light. It was holy and pure, stained with the immortal essence and holy will. It turned into a semi-circular arc and swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, more than half of the Blood Horned Dragons were cut in half like tofu. In an instant, corpses were everywhere. Broken limbs were everywhere, and fresh blood painted the ground red.

"Roar..."

Many Blood Horned Dragons roared crazily. Their eyes were filled with fear.

Such power, such power, such power!

Even Dong Chenyu felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the look in their eyes. Every cell in his body screamed as if they had met their natural enemy. There was only one thought left in his mind, and that was to run—run at all costs! He was certain that as long as the old man used the Heaven-lifting, he would die without a doubt. There would not no room for resistance. Especially when Dong Chenyu thought about how He Jian had passed 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts, the fear in his heart surged like a tidal wave, and he did not have the slightest desire to fight.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he had passed the Heavenly Disaster.

He secretly cursed all the ancestors of the Dead Turbidity, gnashing his teeth in hatred.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. His voice trembled as he uttered, "Blood Flight!" Subsequently, his body seemed to have transformed into a faint stream of light. His speed was incredibly fast and in just the blink of an eye, he was about to fly out of the fog vortex.

Despite this, not only did Dong Chenyu's eyes not show any joy, but he was even more anxious.

The Dantian Lake in his body seemed to be drying up. There was a voice in his heart that kept roaring, telling him that one strike from He Jian could destroy his body and soul.

It was because the strike would be the Heaven-lifting, and because He Jian had overcome 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts.

"Aren't you going to swallow my Bloodline Power? Come on!" He Jian's expression was calm as he took a step forward. With this step, it seemed as if the sky was shaking.

The remaining Blood Horned Dragons only felt bolts of lightning striking their hearts. As for the weaker ones, their bodies collapsed and turned into blood mists. One could imagine how powerful He Jian had become after transcending the 6 Heavenly Thunderbolts and transforming his dantian into a lake.

"Sword!" He Jian let out a long cry and grabbed at the air with his finger.

Afterward, the Meridian Sword's white light flashed, and it appeared in He Jian's palm. He roared in a low voice, "Heaven-lifting!"

Without warning, the fog within hundreds of meters from him surged and moved with an explosion. They instantly reversed. A sword-light tore the fog apart. An indescribably sharp sword intent swept out in all directions, evolving into endless profoundness. Like the various paths of the mortal world, the color of this sword-light was difficult to describe.

Thousands of barriers and all sorts of shackles seemed to be able to be severed by this sword.

This was the Heaven-lifting, which was an unbreakable belief in the great path.

Dong Chenyu let out a strange cry. He felt alarmed, and the anxiety in his eyes had reached its peak. He growled, "Faster, faster!"

A life-and-death crisis that he had never experienced before appeared in his mind. It was intense, and it made every hair on his body stand on end.

He was fast, but the sword-light was even faster. In an instant, the distance between the two of them reduced. It was as if space itself was ignored, and the sword slashed down in an instant.

"No!" Despair appeared in Dong Chenyu's eyes, and his face twisted. The memories of his life flashed through his mind like a movie. His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. Even so, what could he do? He could not block this sword at all.

"Boom!" The world rumbled.

Dong Chenyu's body became clear under the illumination of the sword-light.

A shrill scream of pain reverberated in the air. Before the scream disappeared, his body had been crushed...

The king of the Blood Horned Dragon Clan was unable to block a single move, and his soul had dissipated after blocking the sword attack.

A storm that could overturn the sky spread out from the spot where Dong Chenyu had died. The black light was shocking. Wherever it passed, mountains and rocks shattered, plants and vegetation were destroyed, and life force was extinguished. Everything was reduced to nothing, leaving behind only endless desolation. This was the mightiness of a Venerable One. Every strike could resonate with the universe and burst out with unimaginable power.

This scene caused all the Blood Horned Dragons to keep quiet. Their hearts trembled, and a cold air shot up into the sky.

He Jian looked in the direction of Turbid in the distance. His glance caused the blood of the most mysterious foreign race in the Big Ruins to surge. Its spiritual Qi went against its flow, and it continuously spat out 2 mouthfuls of blood essence. It had a look of shock and fear on its face.