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135: Transforming falsehoods into factsThis seemingly ordinary Thunder Fiend Talisman was now like the core of a thunder storm, compressed to its absolute limit and on the verge of exploding.

The destructive energy contained within made even him, its creator, feel a burst of heart-pounding fear.

Its power... absolutely far surpassed the Thunder Fiend Talismans he had used previously.

The sheer concentration of energy inside terrified Lin Jingyu himself.

He used all three of his mental faculties in cooperation to maintain full control, not daring to show the slightest neglect.

The might of the thunder descended like the apocalypse, instantly sweeping over and engulfing everyone present.

The sinister smiles on the faces of the Black Wind Stronghold bandits froze completely, solidifying into ugly masks, leaving only their eyeballs spinning wildly with terror.

The members of the Liu family trembled like autumn leaves, and several timid individuals collapsed directly onto the ground, wet stains spreading beneath them.

The Lin family members, conversely, were filled with unbelievable shock and a glimmer of hope sparked by their near-death reprieve.

“Black Wind Stronghold! Your wickedness is boundless! Your crimes are too numerous to count! Heaven’s justice is clear—your sins! Deserve! Ten! Thousand! Deaths!”

Lin Jingyu’s voice, like world-destroying thunder booming from the highest heavens, drowned out the hiss of the electric snakes, carrying majestic heavenly might that soared straight into the clouds.

The lightning surrounding his body seemed stimulated, suddenly surging several feet high, the purple light blinding.

The deep purple lightning sphere cradled in his right palm had now transformed into a miniature purple sun; its core was so dark purple it was almost black, profound enough to swallow all light.

“You’re all facing imminent death, yet you still dare to flaunt your power here! You truly won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin.”

“This was a gift from a senior expert I encountered unexpectedly. I don’t know why he came to this place.

But that senior holds a deep blood feud against your Black Wind Stronghold.

He specifically took me to find the cultivator from your Black Wind Stronghold, and with a casual wave of his hand, hundreds of bolts of lightning descended.

Leveling a small hill to the ground... and he personally told me that your Black Wind Stronghold wouldn’t exist for much longer!”

Lin Jingyu’s gaze was like two bolts of lightning piercing the sky, locking fiercely onto Gong Yunyu. He roared sternly, every single word carrying the boom of thunder.

“Why don’t you try destroying my Lin family now? Let’s see if your magic tool is stronger, or if the power of the lightning talisman gifted by that senior is greater!”

His voice carried an unquestionable, lofty authority, as if he were executing judgment on Heaven’s behalf.

Lin Lingshan, who was closest to him, possessed a will as firm as iron, yet the destructive energy so near him—energy that seemed capable of incinerating everything—made the hairs on his body stand on end.

An uncontrollable shudder, stemming from the most primitive instincts of life, surged through his entire body.

This wasn’t about cultivation level, but a fear of the might of Heaven and Earth, etched deep into his bones.

Staring at Lin Jingyu, who stood amidst the lightning like a deity wielding the authority of thunder, an unprecedented tidal wave crashed in Lin Lingshan’s heart:

“Just how many astonishing trump cards does this boy possess? How much fortune and destiny has he truly encountered?”

He had already held great expectations for Lin Jingyu, but he now realized he had drastically underestimated him.

At the same time, he felt an irrepressible excitement; this was absolutely the potential of a hidden dragon.

He would definitely be able to lead the Lin family to greater heights.

As for the Lin family’s early-stage Qi Condensation cultivators, whose cultivation was already weak, this majestic heavenly might crushed them, leaving them paralyzed on the ground, as if their bones had been sucked out.

They didn’t even have the strength to lift their heads, forced to grovel in the dust, eyes squeezed shut, shivering uncontrollably.

Qin Yue, perched in the treetop, grew serious, and she quietly began gathering the aura of a ninth-layer Qi Condensation cultivator.

Her expression kept shifting.

A thunder-attribute spiritual talisman of this caliber absolutely could not be refined by an ordinary person!

Could that senior expert possibly be a Foundation Establishment master?

If it was a Foundation Establishment thunder cultivator, the entire power structure of the Southeast Market would be shattered!

Yun Momo watched Lin Jingyu’s lightning-shrouded figure, her eyes sparkling with fascination.

Gong Yunyu, covered in filth, shock, and fury, had just struggled to his feet while clutching his chest. Now, his eyes were bulging so wide they seemed ready to pop out of their sockets as he stared fixedly at the figure in the center of the lightning, who resembled an ancient Thunder God descending.

The destructive fluctuations emanating from the purple-black lightning sphere made his soul tremble wildly! It was an instinctual fear originating from the very level of life itself!

“You... you... how is this possible...”

His throat felt tightly choked by an invisible hand, and the rest of his words were stuck like a bone, unable to be uttered.

His previous arrogant air of absolute authority over life and death was instantly pulverized by this destructive heavenly might, leaving behind only the terror that threatened to swallow him whole.

He had no doubt that if that lightning sphere were dropped, it would instantly annihilate everyone present.

“Woo-oong!”

The demonic warhorse beside him, which had once been majestic and comparable to a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, now let out a mournful, distorted wail, as if all its bones had been pulled out.

Unable to withstand the terrifying suppression of heavenly might and the fear stemming from the depths of its bloodline, its four hooves buckled, and foul-smelling excrement and urine uncontrollably poured out.

Its massive body crashed to its knees, its huge head buried deep in the dust, trembling violently!

“Ah!”

Gong Yunyu was caught completely off guard, and the demonic warhorse’s sudden collapse violently flung him out like a broken sack of rags.

He slammed heavily into the dust again, rolling in mud and horse dung. Where was the slightest trace of the Fourth Boss of the Black Wind Stronghold’s prestige? All that remained was the pathetic sight of a stray dog.

And the group of bandit subordinates he had brought—who moments ago had been clamoring like wolves and tigers to slaughter the Lin family—now resembled strangled plague chickens, their faces etched with extreme terror.

Their knife-gripping hands shook like sieves. Forget moving half a step forward, they didn’t even dare to take a deep breath, each one frozen in place, faces deathly pale, more docile and fearful than lambs awaiting slaughter.

“Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

A burst of maniacal, hoarse laughter, sounding like the shriek of a night owl, suddenly tore through the deadly silence.

The laughter was filled with twisted glee, desperate madness, and the bizarre satisfaction of an ’I told you so.’

Lin Chengyuan suddenly scrambled up from the dust using both hands and feet, his hair disheveled and his face covered in grime. His cloudy old eyes were now blood-red, giving him the appearance of a raging lunatic.

Pointing at Lin Jingyu, who stood amidst the lightning like a god or demon, his voice became so shrill it nearly tore everyone’s eardrums:

“I knew it! I just knew it! How could a person who can casually produce a ’Talisman Treasure’ be ordinary?

The power backing him is definitely a colossal entity. What are we?

Ants! Dust! We’re worse than roadside weeds! Escape? Haha, where could we possibly run?

They can easily dispatch a peak Qi Condensation Lightning Spirit Root cultivator, or even a Foundation Establishment Lightning Spirit Root cultivator, to investigate and deal with this matter.

Even your Black Wind Stronghold is just a slightly bigger bug; you will be easily wiped out.

There’s no escaping this. All of you are finished.

You all have to be buried alongside me! Hahahaha! Satisfying! This is so satisfying!”

He felt he had proceeded cautiously, step by step, calculating every scheme, dancing the dance of death on a knife’s edge, having planned everything meticulously.

All just to secure a path to survival.

Yet, despite all his calculations, he had failed to account for Lin Jingyu—the ’disaster star’ in his eyes—actually having a connection to that powerful thunder cultivator who could shatter the heavens and earth with a mere wave of his hand.

How could he possibly play this hand now? The entire game was lost!

That little brat Lin Jingyu would absolutely never let him go.