Peerless God Emperor

0Within the Supreme Mystery Palace, Hou Sheng and a few disciples of the Profound Sky Divine Palace had arrived at a cultivation ground. The green-robed man looked at Hou Sheng and said, "Senior Brother Jiang is currently cultivating inside. You can go in and find him."    

    

"Alright." Hou Sheng nodded before stepping into the cultivation grounds.    

    

This sacred ground for cultivation was a world of thunder. Countless bolts of purple lightning swam through the air like thunder snake, filled with destructive power. Even for the great emperors, they needed to be careful here.    

    

This place was named the Heavenly Thunder Realm and was personally forged by True Lord Taishang. The purple lightning was the manifestation of the heavenly lightning and it helped the Emperor Realm cultivators comprehend the Dao of thunder, especially those with the Great Emperor's Peak Stage. Their chances of breaking through to the next realm would increase by a lot.    

    

Currently, Jiang Fengjue was at the peak of the Great Emperor Realm and was only one step away from reaching Saint Stage. He did not go out to gain experience, but chose to cultivate within the Heavenly Thunder Realm.    

    

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction. He saw a skinny figure walking over with an arrogant smile on his face. It seemed like he really deserved a beating.    

    

When Jiang Fengjue saw that figure, his gaze couldn't help but narrow. Then, a smile of understanding blossomed on his face as he asked, "When did you come?"    

    

"Just now." Hou Sheng grinned, "Earlier, I entered a place where the Dao was buried and cultivated for a long time. After I came out, I found out about the existence of the Profound Sky Divine Palace. That's why I rushed over."    

    

"So that's how it is." Jiang Fengjue revealed an expression of understanding. After all, Profound Sky Divine Palace had already been established for a long time. Coming here so late, it was definitely because of some unknown reason that they were delayed.    

    

Jiang Feng Jue suddenly thought of something and asked: "Do you know anything about the rest of the Xia Wang Jie?"    

    

"I know about Bai Mian." Jiang Fengjue's eyes flashed with a strange light. The White Crown was the descendant of the Kaiyang Zi, and before Qin Xuan had become the disciple of Dubhe's disciple, he was the head disciple of Xia Wang Jie.    

    

"Where is he?" Jiang Fengjue asked.    

    

"I saw him before entering the secret realm. I wanted to invite him to come with me, but he rejected me. He wanted to train by himself, and after we separated, I didn't know where he was." Hou Sheng explained.    

    

He had always had his own way of thinking and a calm nature, so he would not be easily affected by the matters of the outside world. Even if he knew that the Profound Sky Divine Palace had been established, he might not be able to make it here.    

    

After all, coming here was also cultivation, and in other places, it was also cultivation. There wasn't much difference.    

    

"Back then, he was a high-level Monarch Stage cultivation and now he should have stepped into the sage realm." Jiang Fengjue muttered to himself. Then, he shook his head and did not think too much about it.    

    

Only to see the marquis staring at Jiang Fengjue as if he had sensed something. "You're about to break through."    

    

Jiang Fengjue's gaze flickered. When he saw the scorching gaze of the marquis, he replied, "You too."    

    

"Then let's give it a try." Hou Sheng spat out a sentence as he soared into the air, appearing in the air above Jiang Fengjue. A astral demonic pillar appeared in his hands, his face filled with an intense desire to do battle.    

    

Jiang Feng Jue had the qualifications to force him to reveal his true strength.    

    

"It's still the same as it was in the past. Nothing has changed." However, he knew that the body of the marquis was very special, and the more he fought, the more valiant he would become. Only in battle would he be able to unleash his potential.    

    

Rumble … A gust of wind swept by, the Hou Sheng's figure flashed forward like lightning, as if he completely disregarded the distance between the two, the long rod in his hand waved, and pole shadows appeared in the air, like countless dark golden lightning bolts.    

    

Jiang Fengjue retreated rapidly. However, just as he was about to retreat, dark golden pole shadows came crashing down. Everywhere they passed, space collapsed and the great Dao was shattered. Numerous pole shadows disregarded distance and slashed towards Jiang Fengjue.    

    

Jiang Fengjue's countenance turned extremely heavy. He had once experienced how terrifying the strength of a marquis was. It was something that no cultivator of the same level would be able to withstand. Even if it was him, it would be extremely difficult.    

    

But now, he had no other choice. He could only face it head-on.    

    

"Rumble …" Countless bolts of purple lightning gathered around Jiang Fengjue's body, transforming into a long spear made of thunder that collided with the pole shadows. With a 'kacha' sound, the pole shadows and the spear constantly exploded.    

    

"BOOM!" Another boom rang out as the space vibrated. The god-like silhouette of Hou Sheng brandished his staff once again. The tyrannical pole shadow pierced through the air, once again striking towards Jiang Fengjue.    

    

A lightning bolt appeared beneath Jiang Fengxian's feet and his speed increased by several times. Like a shadow of lightning, he disappeared from where he stood. The next moment, a terrifying shadow of the pole smashed into the ground where he was standing.    

    

Jiang Fengjue appeared in another corner of the space, staring at the Hou Sheng in shock. Was this fellow's strength already at such a terrifying level?    

    

Among those of the same cultivation level, there weren't many who could face him head on.    

    

"Why aren't you using your full strength? Are you looking down on me?" Hou Sheng stared at Jiang Fengjue in displeasure. He could tell that Jiang Fengjue had yet to use his full strength.    

    

"I have to be serious." He had reached the peak of the Emperor Realm, and there seemed to even be a strand of sacred intent hidden within. This meant that he was only one step away from the Saint Stage.    

    

The marquis' figure floated in the air, his right hand gripping the astral demonic pillar as he stared arrogantly at Jiang Fengjue, "Are you ready?"    

    

Jiang FengJue stepped forth as he executed the Lightning Steps from the Nine Heavenly Layers. His speed was as fast as lightning, and his eyes gleamed with thunderous light as he dashed towards Hou Sheng like a meteor.    

    

His arms shook as he swung out his staff, each strike containing an invisible rhythm to it. The pole shadows swept across the air, colliding with the lightning bolt, both of them exploding at the same time.    

    

However, Jiang Fengjue's silhouette flickered, transforming into a streak of lightning that streaked across the sky. His palms moved at the same time and a powerful thunder might emanated forth. In that instant, all the thunder in this Heavenly Thunder Realm seemed to be under his control, shining with an extremely resplendent radiance.    

    

An aura of destruction erupted from the void and gushed towards the body of the Hou Sheng, causing his entire body to tense up. At this moment, he truly felt a sense of danger.    

    

However, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Only battles that could threaten his life could make him stronger.    

    

"Boom, boom, boom …"    

    

Countless bolts of lightning shot towards the body of the Hou Sheng like arrows, one after another. The speed of the lightning was unbelievably fast, and they were rushing out from different directions. It was as though a terrifying thunderstorm was about to engulf the body of the Hou Sheng within.    

    

The energy exuding from the body of the marquis was incomparably violent as he continued to execute the seventy-two staff techniques he had cultivated in the Heavenly Dipper Sword Technique.    

    

Gradually, he seemed to be immersed in a state of selflessness. Countless staff shadows were born in this space, and they rushed into the thunderstorm like divine lights. With a loud bang, the thunderstorm was pierced through by these staff shadows!