In the instant Count Thorne reeled in shock, Lu Yun didn’t hesitate. The earth-yellow energy he’d long been gathering in his left fist erupted in a violent, swirling torrent.
It hurtled straight for the Count’s head, carrying the force to shatter mountains and cleave the earth.
This punch was meant to kill the bizarre foreigner!
Faced with the overwhelming intent of the fist and the all-crushing Martial Dao Will it carried, Count Thorne’s pupils contracted. Now it was his turn to feel a long-forgotten mortal terror.
Without a second thought, Count Thorne desperately twisted his body and jerked his head to the right.
The earth-yellow fist-imprint howled past. The next second, half of Count Thorne’s head exploded into a fine mist of blood.
’Now’s my chance!’ Lu Yun was about to press his advantage and finish off the bizarre foreigner for good.
But from a distance, Consul Hannibal had produced a rifle from nowhere, its dark muzzle aimed squarely at Lu Yun!
"Die!"
A gunshot CRACKED through the air, and his finger never left the trigger.
The bullets screamed toward him! Seizing that brief opening, Count Thorne raised his right hand, and the black water in his palm roiled forth.
A torrent of inky blackness shot out like a venomous dragon, heading straight for Lu Yun’s face!
Facing this pincer attack, Lu Yun raised the Wisteria Spirit Staff in his right hand.
The dark purple staff, wreathed in thick, earth-yellow energy, met the torrent of black water head-on.
The instant the staff and black water collided, the inky liquid was violently annihilated by the earth-yellow energy.
Black water splashed onto the floor, instantly corroding fist-sized pits into the wood.
But just like that, the frontal assault of the black water torrent was brutally torn apart by the Wisteria Spirit Staff.
At the same time, to deal with the rifle bullets speeding toward him, Lu Yun once again hurled the Wisteria Spirit Staff in the direction of the gunfire.
PING! PING! PING! PING! Wherever the staff passed, the bullets were deflected one after another.
The next second, the staff pierced through the rifle in Hannibal’s hands, its tip sinking into his shoulder and pinning him to the wall.
Count Thorne seized the opportunity to stagger backward. The flesh at the edge of his half-missing head writhed and grew, attempting to fill the gruesome cavity.
But there was no way Lu Yun would give him that chance.
"Trying to run?"
He clenched his fists, and the earth-yellow energy around him erupted like a hurricane.
Amid the whistling wind, Lu Yun shot forward like a cannonball, pouncing on Count Thorne.
Fists flying, he unleashed a barrage of visible, earth-yellow fist-imprints that rained down like a furious storm.
Each punch carried the will of a crushing mountain, completely overwhelming Count Thorne.
Facing this fatal blow, a look of grim resolve flashed in Count Thorne’s eyes.
He suddenly plunged his right hand into his own chest, as if activating something.
Lu Yun’s pupils constricted. The stench of death washed over him once again.
’Danger!’
He kicked off the floor with all his might, leaving two deep footprints as he shot backward.
Less than a breath later, a deafening explosion tore through the room.
Its power was far beyond that of any grenade.
A violent shockwave, wreathed in flames, instantly engulfed the entire room.
The crystal chandelier was torn to shreds, the oil paintings on the walls burned to ash, and the long dining table was blasted to splinters. Every window on the Consulate’s top floor shattered instantly.
Even Lu Yun was swallowed by the terrifying shockwave, vanishing into the sea of flames.
Lu Yun never would have imagined that the foreigner had actually planted a powerful bomb inside his own body.
Its power was far beyond that of an ordinary grenade.
In the sea of fire at the epicenter of the blast, a pool of inky black water was writhing and coalescing.
After a few breaths, the black water condensed into a figure—it was still Count Thorne, with only half a head and a large hole torn through the palm of his left hand.
He staggered to his feet, his inky black eyes filled with dread.
"Damn it!"
Count Thorne looked down at the wounds on his body, which were still smoking.
Wisps of earth-yellow energy clung to the edges of his wounds, eroding his black water like a festering poison.
’The will of the mountains is still suppressing me!’
Whenever the black water inside his body surged to repair the wounds, it would be seared with a SIZZLE the moment it touched the earth-yellow energy, unable to get close.
This was why a Grandmaster of Divine Intent was the nemesis of the Outer Celestial Demons. Their Martial Dao Will could annihilate anything, including his clan’s Black Water Divine Techniques and their immortal bodies.
Looking at the massive crater blasted in the floor, Count Thorne could clearly see the level below.
’Good... It’s a good thing I detonated the bomb in my body when I did.’
’If those fists had hit me directly, I probably would have been annihilated into nothingness.’
At this thought, a faint smile touched Count Thorne’s lips.
’So what if he’s a Grandmaster of Divine Intent? A mere mortal of flesh and blood can’t possibly withstand the power of that bomb!’
’Hm?’
A moment later, his smile froze. He looked down into the crater.
A figure leaped up from the floor below! His body was charred black and his clothes were in tatters, but the earth-yellow light in his eyes burned more fiercely than ever.
’That damned human Grandmaster of Divine Intent isn’t dead!’
Lu Yun’s right fist, wreathed in majestic, earth-yellow energy, struck his chest from five meters away!

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