One person: Go talk to my Rumble-Rumble Fruit!

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The audience was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Many people gaped, unable to utter a sound, their faces frozen in utter astonishment and bewilderment. They had witnessed the methods of extraordinary individuals, the fierce energy of Qi, and the bizarre supernatural abilities, but had they ever seen such pure, such majestic, such... seemingly divinely ordained thunder?

The feeling was less like watching a competition and more like witnessing a divine punishment!

That is the awe and trembling that mortals feel from the very marrow of their bones when faced with the majestic power of the heavens!

“Pure…Pure Yang Thunder Technique?!” An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard suddenly stood up from his seat, his beard trembling violently with excitement, his voice sharp with disbelief, “This…this is impossible! So pure! So refined! This…this is clearly the realm recorded in the ancestral scriptures! How old is he?!”

"My God..." A stylishly dressed young woman with supernatural abilities covered her mouth, her face deathly pale, her eyes glazed over. "This...this is really a power that a human can wield? I feel...I feel my soul trembling..."

“One blow…just one blow…” The chubby boy, Canglong, trembled, his voice shaking. “That monster, Wang Bing…didn’t even have a thought of resisting…and…he’s turned into a lump of coal…”

"As expected, the Ice and Snow Goddess did not lie to me."

"Hiss..." Old Master Lu Jin gasped, his eyes sharp as a hawk's as he stared intently at Lin Shen in the arena, his face filled with solemnity and scrutiny. "Good lad! This level of lightning magic... is probably even more formidable than the Old Celestial Master!"

The highest point, the main grandstand.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes the instant the pure white lightning struck.

His gaze, passing over the clamor of shock and the gruesome charcoal, landed precisely and without hindrance on Lin Shen in the center of the arena.

That gaze was no longer the gentle indifference of the past, nor the detached detachment that came with seeing through the world; instead, it was an undisguised appreciation!

The corners of the old master's mouth curved upwards in a rare and clear arc.

It wasn't a hearty laugh, but a genuine, deeply gratified smile.

His eyes were as deep as a vast galaxy, flowing with an indescribable satisfaction and approval, as if silently saying, "Good! Good! What a fine Pure Yang Thunder Technique! If only this were a disciple of my Celestial Master's Mansion!"

The old celestial master didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly. This simple gesture seemed to contain immense weight and supreme affirmation.

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Just then, a fierce roar rang out!

"Bing'er—!!!"

A shrill, extremely venomous roar suddenly tore through the frozen air!

In the VIP section of the main grandstand, Wang Ai's short and stout figure suddenly erupted!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his cloudy eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets from rage and extreme heartache.

The loose skin on his face trembled violently due to the intense emotional turmoil, and every wrinkle was etched with a ferocious murderous intent.

The ebony cane with coiled dragon, a symbol of his status, creaked under his withered hand. A violent and chilling black aura, like uncontrolled volcanic lava, erupted uncontrollably, churning and roaring around him, forming a suffocating and filthy domain. Wherever it passed, even light seemed to be swallowed and distorted!

"You little beast! How dare you do this?!"

Wang Ai's figure was as fast as a ghost, carrying overwhelming black energy and chilling killing intent. Like an out-of-control cannonball, he crashed into the bluestone ground between Lin Shen and Jiao Tan Wang Bing!

The hard ground instantly cracked, spreading several meters out from the spot where he landed!

He didn't even glance at his grandson lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance. His venomous, bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lin Shen, who remained calm and composed opposite him.

"Sparring and competition! Stopping when the point is reached! This is the fundamental principle of communication among extraordinary individuals like us!"

Wang Ai's voice was shrill and piercing, filled with hypocritical grief and indignation and overwhelming accusations. He slammed his cane into the ground with a dull thud, attempting to seize the moral high ground. "Lin Shen! You, as a guest elder of the World Society and a disciple of a prestigious sect! How dare you lay such a cruel hand on my grandson in front of everyone! You almost beat him to death! The ruthlessness of your methods and the viciousness of your heart are simply appalling! Where is the integrity and uprightness of the World Society?!"

"It's hard for me not to suspect that you're plotting revenge against Bing'er!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, spittle flying from his mouth, dark energy churning within him, his voice rising to an almost cracking lisp, attempting to completely overwhelm the other party with righteousness and seniority:

"He's still a child! Even if he has a thousand faults, as his senior, couldn't you at least give him a little punishment and leave him some leeway?! How is your behavior any different from that of evil demons and heretics?! Today, you must give an explanation to my Wang family and to all my fellow practitioners! Otherwise, even if I, Wang Ai, have to risk my old bones, I will seek justice from the world! I will ask your master how he taught such a vicious person like you!"

This series of questions, accompanied by seemingly righteous words such as "exchange of skills," "stop when you've made your point," "senior," "child," "reputable sect," and "explain," rained down on Lin Shen.

Wang Ai, cunning and shrewd, made no mention of the cruelty and viciousness of Wang Bing when he abused Feng Xingtong, nor did he mention that Wang Bing had taken the initiative to use the insidious forbidden technique of "spirit possession." He only focused on the fact that Lin Shen had "go too far," attempting to nail him to the pillar of shame by virtue of seniority and "rules."

Sure enough, whispers arose in the audience, and some people's eyes began to waver, their gazes towards Lin Shen now carrying a hint of scrutiny and suspicion. A barely perceptible glint of sinister smugness flashed in Wang Ai's eyes.

Despite the overwhelming moral blackmail and vicious accusations, Lin Shen remained calm.

He slowly raised his eyes, his clear yet deep pupils like two ancient wells, reflecting Wang Ai's distorted face and churning black energy, without a ripple.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear and steady, reaching everyone's ears with perfect clarity:

"Senior Wang."

"It is indeed the right thing to stop when you have reached a point in a friendly competition."

His tone abruptly shifted, a cold glint hidden beneath his calm voice, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight to Wang Ai's heart:

"Wang Bing, when you faced Xing Tong of the Feng family, did you remember the four words 'stop when you've made your point'?"

"Feng Xingtong's ribs were shattered, his internal organs were displaced, and his spirit was forcibly torn apart and devoured, leaving him nearly dead! Can such an act be considered a 'sparring match'?!"

"At that time, when Elder Wang sat on the high platform, did he speak up to stop it? Did he rebuke your grandson for his wickedness? Did he ever think of giving the Feng family an explanation?!"

Lin Shen directly tore off Wang Ai's hypocritical mask, laying bare the bloody truth of Wang Bing's abuse of Feng Xingtong in front of everyone!

A collective gasp rippled through the audience, and many people's gazes towards Wang Ai instantly changed, filled with disdain and contempt. In the Feng family section, Feng Shayan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, while Feng Zhenghao remained calm, though his eyes held a chilling glint.

Wang Ai was momentarily speechless, his face stiffening at the pointed question, but being the shrewd man he was, he wouldn't easily admit defeat.

His face instantly contorted with even deeper grief and resentment, and he pounded the ground with his cane even harder.

"Nonsense! Sophistry! The Feng family boy was outmatched and it was inevitable that he would be injured! How can that be compared to your vicious methods of deliberately crippling someone's cultivation and destroying their foundation?! Bing'er... he was just young and impetuous and lost his temper! But you! Lin Shen! You have been plotting this for a long time! You are settling a personal score! You want to kill my grandson!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his spittle almost splattering onto Lin Shen's face. His dark energy churned even more violently, and faint sounds of ghostly wails and howls could be heard, as he attempted to intimidate Lin Shen with his power.

"Furthermore! The Feng family's affairs are a matter for my Wang family and the Feng family to discuss privately! It's none of your business as an outsider! And it's not an excuse for you to commit such a heinous act today! Don't forget, I am also one of the Ten Elders! If you don't kneel down and admit your mistake today, and cripple your cultivation to atone for your sins, I will definitely report to the company, convene the Ten Elders' meeting, and demand an explanation from you! Let's see how Feng Zhenghao protects you!"

Lin Shen clenched his fists and remained silent.

Seeing Lin Shen remain silent, Wang Ai assumed his intimidation had worked and grew even more arrogant. He took a step closer, his black energy flickering like a venomous snake, and growled menacingly, "Junior! If you know what's good for you, do as I say! Otherwise..."

"What else?"

Lin Shen finally spoke again.

This time, his voice was no longer calm or steady.

He slowly raised his head, and his once clear eyes were now crackling with tiny, blazing white arcs of electricity!

Fine, wispy blue-white arcs of electricity began to coursing and converge across his body!

He stared intently at Wang Ai, who was standing close at hand, his face contorted with smugness and arrogance. The anger that had been ignited by hypocrisy, shamelessness, and double standards was like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years, finally breaking through all the shackles of reason!

"Good! Good! What a fine example of beating the young and then the old one comes!"

"What a fine tenth elder! What a fine Wang family!"

"Distorted logic! Turning black into white! Bullying others by abusing power! An old man who doesn't die is a thief!"

Lin Shen's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, like a thunderclap from the heavens, making the entire training ground buzz!

He took a step forward, and the bluestone beneath his feet instantly turned to dust! The violent power of lightning, no longer held back, erupted with a deafening roar!

"Since even the elderly are so shameless and unreasonable!"

"Then I, Lin Shen, today—"

"Even the old ones will be beaten!!!"

The moment the word "hit" left his lips, Lin Shen's eyes were completely engulfed by the blazing white and violent lightning! He seemed to transform into a god of destruction wielding thunder!

"Thunder Magic - Pure Yang Exorcising Evil!"

He pointed his right hand like a sword, and activated the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!

A pure white bolt of lightning, thicker, more condensed, and as majestic as a pillar of heaven, with supreme yang and strength, tore through the sky and, carrying the supreme divine power to purify all evil and filth in the world, fiercely struck towards Wang Ai's head!

The majestic righteousness and destructive will contained within that lightning caused all evil creatures to instinctively let out desperate cries!

"Palm Thunder - Five Thunderbolts Strike!"

Almost at the same moment the pure yang lightning struck, Lin Shen suddenly pushed his left palm forward!

A highly compressed golden ball of lightning, containing destructive and violent power, struck Wang Ai's heart with a piercing thunderous shriek and speed exceeding the limits of vision, like an electromagnetic cannonball fired from its barrel.

The smugness and ferocity on Wang Ai's face were instantly replaced by boundless horror and fear!

He never expected that Lin Shen would be so fierce, so resolute, so... reckless! He actually dared to attack him, one of the Ten Elders! And his attack was a desperate, all-or-nothing killing move!

"Hundred Demons Painting Materials!!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Wang Ai unleashed all her potential, letting out a piercing scream!

He suddenly slammed the ebony cane with the coiled dragon design into the ground!

The dragon carving at the top of the cane suddenly glowed with an eerie green light, and the cane exploded instantly, transforming into a pitch-black, malevolent painting composed of countless distorted, agonizing ghost faces! The image churned, a howling wind raged, and a thick, impenetrable aura of resentment and malevolence formed a heavy barrier, seemingly connecting to the deepest hell, blocking Wang Ai's way!

This is his most treasured protective artifact, with astonishing defensive power!

This is a painting that Wang Ai created by exhausting his life's work, combining the Wang family's painting techniques with the art of summoning spirits and commanding generals.

Rumble, rumble—! ! !

The pure white lightning bolt and the pitch-black ghost banner collided with a deafening roar!

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!*

That pure white lightning, which is extremely yang and contains unparalleled power to destroy evil, is the greatest nemesis of this evil painting!

The countless twisted ghost faces that made up the banner let out a mournful howl that went straight to the soul under the blazing white lightning, and were instantly evaporated and purified!

The pitch-black banner, like a rag thrown into a furnace, melted and disintegrated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Just as the old forces had just departed and the new forces had not yet arisen, the painting of a hundred demons was in ruins and on the verge of collapse!

The violent golden palm lightning ball that followed struck the weakest point of the Hundred Ghosts Barrier's defense, which was also the core node where Wang Ai's own energy was connected!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull thud that made your heart stop!

The tattered painting of a hundred demons, like a punctured balloon, let out a mournful cry and completely exploded into black ashes flying everywhere!

Having lost all defenses, Wang Ai's short, stout body was like a broken kite with a broken string, as the terrifying impact and destructive lightning power contained in the lightning ball in his palm pierced his chest!

"Ugh—Pfft!!!"

Wang Ai let out a short, extremely painful scream!

His eyes rolled back instantly! A large section of his chest visibly caved in!

His charred skin cracked like shattered porcelain!