The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1696: Chapter 1793: 9-Petal Purple Thunder Lotus

To face two Immortal-level opponents and still hold the upper hand—Fang Lin’s combat ability was unmatched, a rarity across the world.

It could be said that Fang Lin had already become one of the strongest individuals among the contemporary Human Clan.

The young Taoist and Elder Situ, both Immortal-level experts in their early stages, boasted cultivation far superior to Fang Lin. Yet, in other aspects, they fell short compared to him.

There was no need to mention physique—Fang Lin’s True Dragon Physique was so overwhelmingly strong it bordered on the monstrous. Even the young Taoist employed Yin Yang Two Energies to enhance his own physique, yet he remained unable to rival Fang Lin.

As for aura suffusion, Fang Lin was supported by the eight Ancient Lamps of Flame God, granting him an inexhaustible stream of energy. Coupled with the Power of the Sacred Tree coursing through his body, Fang Lin could fight tirelessly, whether engaging in energy-draining entanglements or direct physical clashes, making him absolutely formidable.

Seeing Fang Lin’s astounding strength, Elder Situ’s expression grew increasingly grave. With a wave of his hand, an overwhelming aura surged forth from within him.

Confucian Sect’s ultimate technique! Grand Palm!

A dark palm impression descended from the sky, carrying an aura of sheer terror that could make all beings tremble, pressing fiercely toward Fang Lin.

The force of this palm was such that even a Great Longevity expert couldn’t feasibly withstand it—they would be crushed into oblivion on the spot.

Meanwhile, the young Taoist formed a hand seal again, summoning gathered thunderclouds to reinvigorate his Thunder Control Skill once more.

“Bring it on!” Fang Lin roared heroically, sending forth his Kylin Fist, accompanied by deafening growls of an Ancient Kylin Beast. The fist imprint and the Kylin Phantom simultaneously flew toward the descending Grand Palm.

Boom!!!

In the next moment, fist and palm collided, the Kylin Phantom erupting with astonishing power that tore the palm impression apart completely, leaving it unable to land on Fang Lin.

Elder Situ’s expression remained unaltered. Though the Grand Palm exhibited great power, Fang Lin’s strength made blocking such an assault relatively easy.

His purpose had simply been to provide the young Taoist with the opportunity to unleash the Thunder Control Skill.

Fang Lin’s greatest asset was his True Dragon Physique, and both the young Taoist and Elder Situ knew ordinary methods were useless against him. Only the most murderous techniques, such as the Taoist Sect’s lightning arts, held the potential to pierce Fang Lin’s True Dragon Physique.

In terms of sheer destructiveness, neither the Confucian Sect nor the Buddhist Sect possessed Secret Skills as deadly as the Taoist lightning arts.

At this moment, thunderclouds consolidated densely, leaving Fang Lin no room to catch his breath. A bolt of violet light thundered down like a Purple Thunder Giant Sword, ruthlessly striking him atop his Heavenly Spirit.

With this blow, Fang Lin appeared heavily struck, his figure hurtling downward, his face turning pale, and his eyes momentarily dazed.

“A golden opportunity!” Elder Situ exclaimed inwardly, appearing before Fang Lin in the blink of an eye before solidly planting a palm against Fang Lin’s chest.

Fang Lin’s body flew backward, a faint spatter of blood at the corner of his mouth. Yet, Elder Situ refrained from further assault, as Fang Lin’s gaze had already regained clarity.

But just then, lightning struck again. Like the hand of a celestial being, violet thunder converged into a massive fist imprint, directly smashing against Fang Lin’s back.

Fang Lin was sent plunging into the sea, and the flaming power surging around him seemed to dull considerably.

“With water conducting lightning, the power of lightning arts becomes even stronger!” declared the young Taoist, waving his horsetail whisk as thunder struck again.

A resounding blast echoed as violet lightning crashed into the ocean, relentlessly chasing Fang Lin beneath the waves. The crowd above witnessed the sea explode violently, revealing Fang Lin scrambling raggedly back to the surface, faint blood streaking his body.

“Yes!”

“Finally forced to endure his comeuppance!”

“Our Taoist Sect’s lightning arts—how could he ever resist them?”

“Take his life! Avenge those of our three sects who were unjustly slain!”

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Seeing Fang Lin struck into such a pitiful state, many among the Confucian and Taoist factions cheered jubilantly, hoping for Fang Lin to be killed here. With Fang Lin gone, the three sects would be rid of a formidable adversary, and there’d be no need to live in constant dread of Fang Lin seeking vengeance in the future.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Elder Situ bellowed, releasing a scroll from his sleeve. As it unfurled across the sky, a beam of light descended and trapped Fang Lin within its radiance.

Fang Lin struck repeatedly at the pillar of light, but its stability was extraordinary, leaving him no way to escape in a short time.

Boom!!!

Another bolt of lightning hurtled toward Fang Lin, more potent than any of the ones prior.

Fang Lin clenched his teeth, imprisoned within the scroll’s light without room to evade, forced once again to rely on his physique to endure.

A cascade of violet light spread across the sky, enveloping Fang Lin entirely in a torrent of frenzied lightning, as though countless razor-sharp bolts were shredding him apart.

Yet both Elder Situ and the young Taoist could clearly sense Fang Lin’s aura still persisting, hardly weakened at all.

“What an astonishing young man—to withstand so many bolts of lightning yet remain so vigorous!” Elder Situ mused aloud, looking at the lightning-engulfed Fang Lin with a hint of fervor in his eyes.

The young Taoist seemed to discern Elder Situ’s thoughts but merely shook his head subtly without commenting.

Amid the storming lightning, Fang Lin seemed akin to a solitary sail amidst a raging sea, appearing on the verge of capsizing.

Yet Fang Lin’s face bore a faintly discernible smile. Despite his pallor and the trail of blood at his lips, his expression remained unyielding.

Only Fang Lin himself understood how much he relished this moment—the pounding of lightning energy against him had brought him to the precipice of breakthrough.

“Since I’m pretending, I may as well make it convincing,” Fang Lin thought to himself, closing his eyes before letting his body fall limply downward. His complexion turned ghastly pale like gold foil, and his aura weakened drastically.

“He’s reaching his limit. Two more bolts of lightning will finish him off,” Elder Situ declared to the young Taoist upon observing the sight.

The young Taoist nodded, waving his horsetail whisk twice in succession. Two bolts of lightning materialized simultaneously, merging into an unprecedentedly colossal thunderbolt.

But this immense thunderbolt rapidly contracted until it was merely the size of an infant’s head, though the horrifying energy it contained made even Elder Situ, an Immortal expert, feel his scalp tingle.

Violet lightning forms a lotus! Its petals unfurl—nine in total!

The young Taoist exhaled lightly. Though he’d initially appeared composed while using lightning techniques, they differed significantly from ordinary Martial Arts—they required profound enlightenment of the Heavenly Tao to wield, consuming tremendous energy from their practitioner.

This Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus was his most powerful lightning technique. After unleashing it, even gathering more lightning would prove exceedingly challenging.

Nonetheless, the young Taoist was convinced that the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus would be more than enough to obliterate the heavily injured Fang Lin.

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