Stimulated by Wu Tong's words, the group below abandoned any thought of surrender. Resigned to their fate, they resolved to tear a piece of flesh from Wu Tong even in death.
With this resolve, they unleashed their full power. In an instant, the grand hall was ravaged by lightning as several thunderous dragons materialized and surged toward Wu Tong.
"Seventh Spirit Ability·Martial Spirit True Body!"
"Eighth Spirit Ability·Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire!"
"Ninth Spirit Ability·Wrath of Thunder!"
"Eighth Spirit Ability·Divine Thunder's Judgment!"
...
For a brief moment, the attacks actually cleared a small void in the surrounding Mist of Restless Spirits.
However, these strikes were all bark and no bite. Before they could even reach three meters in front of Wu Tong, countless spirits threw themselves into the fray, dissipating the onslaught.
The result? A mere three-meter gap in the dark mist—one that was instantly filled again by the Nether Soul's renewed surge of vengeful spirits.
——
In the Livestream:
"Dragon King Sprays Water: Pfft, this is hilarious. The special effects and actual firepower are completely mismatched. Who wrote this script, a moron?"
"Fallen Lazy Angel: Seriously, billion-dollar visuals paired with a 250-damage output. What kind of brain-dead director approved this?"
"Don't Bully the Poor Youth: Come on, give them some credit. They at least dealt some damage, right? Hahaha!"
"No-Shamelessness: Keep trying! Work harder, and you'll discover that effort changes nothing."
"Fallen Lazy Angel: …Ah, the return of meaningless platitudes."
...
——
Their attacks had achieved nothing.
Witnessing this, Yu Yuanzhen and the others finally grasped the insurmountable gap between themselves and Wu Tong. Under his calm, almost mocking gaze, despair took hold.
Crack, crack…
As the relentless spirits pressed forward, Yu Yuanzhen and his group's resistance waned.
Then, the horrifying sound of chewing filled the air, sending chills down their spines.
The agonized screams of Yu Yuanzhen and his comrades grew weaker, fading into silence.
At last, all resistance within the hall came to an end.
——
In the Livestream:
"Crimson Herrscher: Okay, isn't this a bit too brutal?"
"Passerby: With all due respect, power is neutral—its morality depends on how it's used. Take us Kamen Riders, for example. Our power comes from the same source as our enemies."
"No-Shamelessness: Besides, if they hadn't provoked Brother Tong, none of this would've happened. You reap what you sow."
"Crimson Herrscher: …Fair point."
——
"Heh. Next up—the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
With that, Wu Tong retracted the Banner of the Human Sovereign, now infused with the souls of Yu Yuanzhen and his followers, transforming it back into a spirit ring and absorbing it into his body.
He stepped through a summoned portal and vanished.
When he reappeared, he stood atop a small hill near the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Gazing at the sect's sprawling compound and the nearby Dragon City under the clan's control, Wu Tong smirked.
With a thought, a Restriction Barrier surged upward.
A pale, rectangular prism enveloped the entire sect and Dragon City, sealing them within.
Panic erupted inside as people scrambled to escape, only to find the seemingly fragile light barrier utterly impenetrable.
They were trapped.
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In the Livestream:
"Camera Princess: All those people inside… Are they really going to…?"
"Dragon King Sprays Water: Little March, if this is too much for you, you can leave. But this is necessary. Leaving roots uncut only invites future calamity."
"Camera Princess: …No. I'll try to get used to it. Sooner or later, I'll have to face things like this."
"Fallen Lazy Angel: …"
"Slime King: …"
...
Wu Tong nodded imperceptibly at their exchange. The livestream's purpose had been achieved.
Strictly speaking, the group was divided between those aligned with Order·Good and Chaos·Neutral. While the two factions got along, ideological clashes were inevitable.
Wu Tong had used this broadcast to send a message—to foster mutual understanding and prevent future conflicts.
After all, clashes of ideals could escalate into life-or-death struggles, as seen in the eternal conflict between righteousness and demonic paths.
The chat group wasn't that extreme, but it was better to address the issue preemptively.
Now, even the Order·Good members would likely refrain from interfering in future… necessary actions.
Wu Tong didn't need their help—just their non-interference.
——
As panic and chaos erupted within the barrier, Wu Tong watched coldly.
Before engaging with the group, he had already evacuated all innocents. Those remaining inside were either members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan or irredeemable scum.
Mercy was not an option.
With the educational objective in mind, Wu Tong acted.
Void Sword Qi·Divine Essence·Divine Void Sword Art·Modified.
The divine represents the pinnacle of transformation—where no sword becomes sword, where intent manifests as blade, where sword qi embodies the divine.
The divine defies form, transcends shape. This sword has no body, needs no body. It fills space; it is space. Thus, it is omnipresent, unstoppable.
This strike could not be resisted.
As the essence of Fu Hua's ultimate technique unfolded, a massive vortex formed above the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
The vortex churned, drawing clouds and storms from thousands of miles away, shrouding the sky in darkness.
The gathered vapors condensed into a deluge, accompanied by liquid thunder that lashed the surroundings—unable to strike the sect directly due to the vortex's pull.
Yet this spectacle was merely the prelude.
BOOM—
Like the wrath of heaven, a deafening roar erupted.
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