Chapter 85 Is He Dead?

Did Dongfang Li die?

A suffocating silence fell. Eyes filled with shock and horror converged on Dongfang Li's corpse.

One moment ago, Dongfang Li had launched a powerful attack, using a lower-grade Dao weapon, an earth-rank martial skill, and his innate divine ability. Everyone believed victory was his; they were ready to cheer and celebrate.

The next moment, Jun Wushuang struck back with overwhelming force—not only breaking through Dongfang Li's three killing moves, but also slaying him in an instant, severing his head with a single stroke.

One second of paradise, one of hell.

The immense contrast left everyone unable to react. Staring blankly at Dongfang Li's corpse, they felt as if thunder rumbled through their minds—unable to accept what had just happened.

"Impossible! Dongfang Li is a sixfold master of the Heaven and Human realm—a whole major level above that bumpkin, plus a lower-grade Dao weapon and earth-rank martial skill. How could he possibly die?"

"I don't believe it either! He's just a bumpkin from some backwater—how can he be stronger than me? Has heaven gone blind?"

"The Black and White Grinding Wheel—damn it, he actually used the treasure from our Royal Martial Academy against us!"

The crowd quickly recovered from their shock, erupting in a clamor.

No one could accept the outcome.

It was simply too unbelievable!

Jun Wushuang, a man of humble origin, had crossed a major realm and slain Dongfang Li in public.

No matter how they tried, it made no sense.

Within the Royal Martial Academy, all were furious, their gazes toward Jun Wushuang burning with intense hatred, as if they wanted to incinerate him to ashes.

Even the citizens of the imperial capital shook their heads in stunned disbelief, unable to process what had occurred.

Moreover, Dongfang Li was not only a heavenly-level student at the Royal Martial Academy, but also the heir of the Dongfang clan. His death would have far-reaching consequences.

Jun Wushuang and the Dongfang clan were now locked in bitter enmity—an irreconcilable feud.

Jun Wushuang ignored the crowd's astonishment. With a swift kick, he sent Dongfang Li's head rolling, landing atop the grisly mound of skulls.

Though this grisly display contained only nine heads, it was bloody and shocking.

Turning his blade, he pointed it at Nangong Tianxuan.

Jun Wushuang’s killing intent remained undiminished.

"Nangong Tianxuan, didn't you want to avenge your brother? I am giving you that chance."

The Nangong family had tried to murder him repeatedly—this debt must be repaid.

The deaths of Nangong Lei and Nangong Hao were not enough.

Nangong Tianxuan must die; Nangong Xiong must die; even Nangong Qing must die.

The Nangong clan—I will destroy it with my own hands!

Nangong Tianxuan’s face darkened, thunder raged in his eyes, hatred soaring to the sky.

His brother's death.

The humiliation suffered during the entrance examination.

His own punishment of house arrest.

The disgrace brought to his family.

All of it—because of Jun Wushuang.

Blood must be repaid with blood!

Boom!

Lightning surged around Nangong Tianxuan, his entire form transformed into heavenly thunder, crashing onto the plaza, fixing his gaze on Jun Wushuang.

"Jun Wushuang! You bumpkin, what right do you have to act arrogant before me?"

"Without the Command of the King of Southern Defense, you are nothing!"

"This is a duel to the death today; neither the Command nor the Qingyun Martial Academy can protect you!"

"Bumpkins like you—I crush hundreds every year!"

"Today, I will personally destroy you, so you’ll know this imperial capital is not a place for bumpkins to run wild."

Nangong Tianxuan glared at Jun Wushuang, his killing intent soaring.

He reached out and struck.

Boom!

The spiritual energy within nine hundred meters swirled at his command, swiftly converging into a mass.

"High-level mysterious-rank martial skill: Thunderclap Lightning!"

Nangong Tianxuan possessed the Furious Thunder Monarch Physique, and was a ninefold master of the Heaven and Human realm.

His strength far surpassed Dongfang Li’s.

Among the Four Great Prodigies, only Ximen Xue could slightly outmatch him.

Thunder and spiritual energy blended together, forming a massive sphere of lightning a hundred meters across.

Within this sphere surged overwhelming spiritual power, guided by thunder. If unleashed, it could flatten a small town.

Boom!

With a wave of his right hand, Nangong Tianxuan hurled the massive sphere straight at Jun Wushuang.

He held nothing back—this strike carried terrifying destructive force. The onlookers felt immense pressure, their faces pale, eyes filled with fear.

"Innate Divine Ability: Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire!"

Jun Wushuang remained unafraid, unleashing his divine skill.

A sphere of heavenly thunder and earth fire shot forth, equally charged with destructive power.

Boom!

The two violent forces collided, igniting the entire plaza.

A thunderous roar shook the city.

The explosion’s shockwave swept outward.

The air crackled, energy surged.

Many spectators bled from their seven orifices, retreating in haste.

Upon the plaza,

Where Jun Wushuang had stood, the ground now lay scorched, a great crater blasted out.

Jun Wushuang had dodged the fatal blow, unscathed.

Yet the gulf in cultivation was too vast—he had been forced onto the defensive.

"Thunder Patterned Treasure Spear!"

Nangong Tianxuan reached out, pulling an exquisite treasure weapon from his storage ring.

"Bumpkin, let me show you my true power. This time, let’s see who can save you!"

Nangong Tianxuan sneered, exuding absolute confidence.

From the previous exchange, he had gauged Jun Wushuang’s strength.

Though far beyond others of his rank, Jun Wushuang still lagged considerably behind him.

"Innate Divine Ability: Ten Thousand Thunders Drawn from Heaven!"

The Monarch Physique’s divine technique was vastly superior to that of the King Physique.

Moreover, Nangong Tianxuan’s Furious Thunder Monarch Physique was famed for its destructive power, unlike Dongfang Li’s auxiliary spirit illusion type.

Crack!

Standing tall with spear in hand, Nangong Tianxuan summoned a peal of thunder.

From the cloudless sky, a blazing white bolt descended.

Boom!

Not just one—within moments, hundreds of arm-thick bolts cascaded down, converging upon the Thunder Patterned Treasure Spear.

This was the Furious Thunder Monarch Physique’s innate divine ability—able to draw lightning from heaven itself, wielding terrifying destructive force.

"Low-level earth-rank martial skill: Thunder Dragon Shocks the World!"

In the next instant,

Using the gathered lightning, Nangong Tianxuan unleashed an earth-rank martial skill.

Boom!

With a thrust of his spear, lightning and spear-light fused, transforming into a hundred-meter-long thunder dragon.

The dragon was tangible, lifelike, baring its fangs and claws as it tore through the sky.

Its destructive aura made all who witnessed it change color.

The spear’s power could raze cities, destroy mountains and rivers—none could withstand it.

Even lords of the Marquis realm might not survive such a deadly strike.

In the blink of an eye,

The hundred-meter thunder dragon appeared before Jun Wushuang.

"Goodbye, bumpkin!"

A satisfied smirk played on Nangong Tianxuan’s lips.

In the next moment,

The thunder dragon surged forward, crashing into Jun Wushuang.

Heaven and earth thundered, lightning exploded, engulfing Jun Wushuang’s form completely.

The sight left all onlookers in awe.

Every gaze was fixed, eager to learn the outcome of that strike.

Had Jun Wushuang died?