Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

The Thunder Dragon revealed killing intent and madness. It knew it was dying, but it wouldn't let these humans off.

It got a crazy idea, which was blowing up itself, and dying with everyone else.

The Thunder Dragon was determined to drag some people with him if it was destined to die.

Its primary target was the Vast Sky Saint Son. Its organs were blown into pieces all because the Vast Sky Saint Son entered its body and put some saint level thunder crystal inside. Therefore, it would never let off the Vast Sky Saint Son.

The Vast Sky Saint Son got a little stern, for he noticed the Thunder Dragon was staring at him. He became tense with gooseb.u.mps because he felt fatal danger.

The Linglong Saintess also sensed the breath of danger and she hurriedly stepped back.

She felt the Thunder Dragon would strike its final attack. Women had the keenest intuition.

But the Heavenly-Sword Saint Son and the Furious-Blade Saint Son didn't notice anything odd.

“Burning essence blood, implode!” The Thunder Dragon yelled out and ignited itself.

The Thunder Dragon released numerous thunder arcs out of its ten-thousand-meter-long body. The lightning then turned into burning flames.

Boom, the Thunder Dragon's body imploded, which shocked all the self-cultivators.

The Vast Sky Saint Son was frightened and shouted out, “Step back!”

The Furious-Blade Saint Son and the Heavenly-Sword Saint Son also retreated, but it was too late. The implosion was too intense.

The Thunder Dragon was a peak saint-level beast. The implosion had the power of a planet even though it was injured.

The strong power of destruction spread away, rus.h.i.+ng toward the Vast Sky Saint Son, the Furious-Blade Saint Son, and the Heavenly-Sword Saint Son.

They hurriedly operated the saint vital essence, trying to parry the furious energy. But it was in vain.

They were heavily hit away, spitting out blood with broken ribs and holes in their chests. They were badly injured.

The Linglong Saintess was also hurt. She noticed the danger earlier and had retreated far, but she was still affected.

Her injury was more minor than the Vast Sky Saint Son and others, but she still spat out blood as her face turned pale.

As for the other thousands of self-cultivators, most of them were blown into ashes and vanished in this implosion. They were much less powerful than the Vast Sky Saint Son, so of course, they couldn't withstand the power.

Only Black Puppy, the Blood Sea Saint, the Clear-Wood Saintess, Yun Lan, and some others survived. They stayed far enough and were protected by Black Puppy's defense light veil.

This battle caused severe casualties. There were over ten thousand self-cultivators around Thunder Lake in the beginning, and only about a hundred of them had survived. Over nine thousand self-cultivators had died.

All the surviving ones were terrified and kept trembling.

Qingfeng Li was absorbing the immortal energy around Thunder Lotus Root under Thunder Lake. Suddenly, he heard an ear-splitting explosion from above. Then, the furious energy spread downward into Thunder Lake.

Qingfeng Li was shocked. Inside this power, he felt the energy that could destroy the heaven and earth. Even he would be severely injured by this power.

At the critical moment, Qingfeng Li rushed toward the Thunder Lotus Root. It was a half-immortal level herb, with a defense light veil around. The only way to avoid the doom was to stay close to the lotus root.

It was a right choice. When he stayed close to Thunder Lotus Root, it released seven-colored lights, which then formed a defense light veil, blocking the power of the explosion.

Qingfeng Li patted his chest and felt quite relieved.

The power of The Thunder Dragon's implosion was too intense. Luckily, Qingfeng Li got the protection from the immortal energy of Thunder Lotus Root. Otherwise, he would also be injured or even killed and lost his advantage in the fight afterward.

Qingfeng Li sent out his spirit energy to probe the nearby environment.

He sensed the corpses floating on Thunder Lake and the broken limbs of thousands of self-cultivators. It seemed that most of the self-cultivators that attacked the Thunder Dragon were dead.

Qingfeng Li didn't find the bodies of the Vast Sky Saint Son, the Linglong Saintess, the Heavenly-Sword Saint Son or the Furious-Blade Saint Son, which indicated they had survived.

Qingfeng Li knew they would be injured even if they were not killed, losing most of their power. Qingfeng Li would definitely be the most powerful one at this moment.

Qingfeng Li showed a touch of delight, saying, “You all coveted gains ahead without being aware of the danger behind. It's the time for me to take all.”

At this moment, the Vast Sky Saint Son, the Linglong Saintess, the Heavenly-Sword Saint Son, and the Furious-Blade Saint Son were all happy.

They knew the Thunder Dragon was dead and the Thunder Lotus Leaves were unguarded. Soon the leaves would become their treasures.

The Vast Sky Saint Son laughed and said, “Although I got severely injured and almost died this time, it's all worth it to get the Thunder Lotus Leaves.”

The Vast Sky Saint Son turned himself into an arrow and instantly arrived in front of the Thunder Lotus Leaves.

But he became tense when he was about to pick the Thunder Lotus Leaves for he found the Linglong Saintess, the Heavenly-Sword Saint Son, and the Furious-Blade Saint Son were approaching. They stopped in the other three directions of the lotus leaves and would absolutely strike out if the Vast Sky Saint Son picked up the leaves.

They stood together to fight the Thunder Dragon for their common goal, which was the Thunder Lotus Leaves. Now that the Thunder Dragon was dead, they all targeted the lotus leaves, and none would yield.

The Vast Sky Saint Son said, “Now we're all injured. If we keep fighting, some of us may die. Why don't we divide the leaves equally?”

The Heavenly-Sword Saint Son and The Furious-Blade Saint Son nodded and said, “You're right. We can share the leaves. Otherwise, some of us will die.”

The Vast Sky Saint Son rolled his eyes and took a look at the Furious-Blade Saint Son, saying, “But there are only three lotus leaves while there are four of us. We should get rid of one. The question is which one.”

The Heavenly-Sword Saint Son and The Furious-Blade Saint Son didn't say anything and stood beside the Vast Sky Saint Son. Obviously, they had ganged up together and regarded the Linglong Saintess as their enemy.