RNP Chapter 155 Amidst the Ruins, Swords Point at the Martial Arts Stage
Chapter 155 Amidst the Ruins, Swords Point at the Martial Arts Stage
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.
The detonation signal was transmitted instantly to the nuclear fuse at the bottom of the prison via an anti-interference optical cable buried underground.
There was no deafening explosion.
The first thing to arrive is light.
That pure, intense light, which deprives all visual nerves and is enough to blind an ordinary person instantly, suddenly burst forth from the depths of the earth.
Followed by.
Temperatures exceeding ten million degrees Celsius, accompanied by shockwaves that destroyed all material structures, swept through the entire underground space like a tsunami.
Within a fraction of a second of exposure to the light radiation, Wang Zhentian's body, bones and flesh, vaporized completely, leaving not a trace of ash behind.
The elders of the Ye family who were cursed with death were vaporized into nothingness before they could even scream.
The special alloy steel plates at the bottom of the prison, which were said to be able to withstand armor-piercing bullets, melted and vaporized as quickly as butter under the scorching sun.
The hard granite rock layer was blasted into powder, and the surrounding soil turned directly into dark red magma under extreme heat.
Lu Yuan stood in the epicenter of the explosion.
Faced with this destructive power capable of wiping out a small city, the true essence within his body surged wildly as if by instinct.
"The Primordial Qi Cauldron of Xuanhuang".
Lu Yuan's Mahayana stage consciousness suddenly trembled in his sea of consciousness.
A phantom image of an ancient, weathered, three-legged round cauldron, its surface engraved with ancient sacrificial totems, shot out from between his eyebrows.
The wind blew the water.
The phantom instantly enveloped Lu Yuan.
The primordial energy of Xuanhuang cascaded down like a waterfall, effectively blocking the outside world from the intense heat of tens of millions of degrees and the shockwaves that tore through space.
Outside was an apocalyptic nuclear inferno.
Inside the cauldron, Lu Yuan's hair remained perfectly in place.
But this doesn't come without a price.
The laws of nature on Earth were already sealed off, and spiritual energy was depleted. Lu Yuan forcibly used his Mahayana stage divine sense to activate a divine artifact of the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Cauldron level, directly triggering the underlying defense mechanism of the Heavenly Dao.
Click!
Deep within Lu Yuan's sea of consciousness.
The black chain representing the [Heavenly Dao Life-Stealing Curse] emitted an extremely piercing cracking sound.
The chains tightened suddenly.
It forcefully locked Lu Yuan's cultivation, which had been suppressed to the peak of the Golden Core stage.
Lu Yuan grunted.
A strong, metallic taste of blood welled up in his throat. He forced it back, but a trickle of golden blood still escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The vital energy in the meridians was completely drained in an instant.
His current physical condition, apart from his physical body still maintaining the strength of the Mahayana stage, is such that he cannot mobilize even a trace of spiritual power within his body, and has temporarily fallen to the level of the mortal realm.
"Backlash?"
Lu Yuan casually wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looked at the straight black chain in his mind, his eyes not showing panic, but rather an extremely dangerous ferocity.
You can lock away his true essence, but you can't lock away his destiny of reaching the Mahayana stage.
He'll settle this score with the Heavenly Laws of Earth sooner or later.
......
Above ground.
The defense zone of the capital city.
A localized earthquake measuring 6.5 on the Richter scale struck without warning.
The Heavenly Prison Fortress, 1,500 meters underground, completely collapsed, triggering severe ground subsidence. Huge cracks spread like a spider web across the defense zone's plaza.
The piercing air raid siren echoed throughout the night sky of Beijing.
Old Li, leaning on his cane, stood in the safe zone at the edge of the defense area.
Standing beside him was Chu Jianguo, fully armed, and a dozen or so high-ranking military officials. Everyone's faces were ashen, their eyes fixed on the enormous, sinking pit in the distance.
"The test...the result is in."
A technician held a Geiger counter, his hands trembling like a leaf.
"It was a nuclear explosion. The yield was around 5,000 tons. The epicenter was at the bottom of the Heavenly Prison."
As soon as those words were spoken...
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Chu Jianguo took off his military cap and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"That madman Zhou Ming... he actually detonated a tactical nuclear bomb in the prison."
Old Li gripped his cane tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He didn't care how many people died in the prison; he only cared about one thing.
Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan had just cut off Zhou Ming's communications half an hour ago, threatening to come to Beijing to arrest him. If Lu Yuan happened to be at the epicenter of the nuclear explosion...
Old Li dared not think any further.
If Lu Yuan dies, and his "master sect" or protector emerges, the entire nation of China will be wiped out. If Lu Yuan doesn't die... what kind of scene would unfold if this monster, who withstood a nuclear bomb, sought revenge?
Just when everyone was gripped by extreme panic.
Splash!
A huge concrete slab was pushed aside at the edge of the pit.
Soil and gravel rolled down in a rustling sound.
Under the horrified gazes of a group of high-ranking military officials.
A foot wearing a white canvas shoe stepped out from the scorching, white smoke of the ruins.
Lu Yuan followed the sloping fault line step by step onto the ground.
His white shirt was covered in dust, but still intact. Apart from being slightly pale and having a little blood on his lips, he looked like a high school student coming off a construction job.
There are no missing arms or legs.
It was not burned to charcoal.
Chu Jianguo felt his knees buckle and he knelt directly on the ground.
The group of high-ranking military officers behind him also knelt down in unison, like wheat being harvested.
The ultimate deterrent of modern technology.
In front of this immortal, he became a complete joke.
Old Li threw away his cane, staggered a few steps, and bowed deeply three meters away from Lu Yuan, his waist almost touching the ground.
"Mr. Lu..."
Old Li's voice was hoarse, with an undisguised tremor.
"There has been a traitor within the Bureau of Astronomical Observation; it is due to my lax management of my subordinates. I am willing to take full responsibility for your distress in the capital. You may be executed or tortured, I will have no complaints."
This is lowering one's stance to the dust.
Absolute obedience.
Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.
He currently has no true essence in his body, but his Mahayana stage physical body still exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.
He looked at Old Li, who was bowing deeply, but ignored his apology.
"Zhou Ming is dead. The Wang and Ye families are also gone, not even ashes remain."
Lu Yuan's voice was very calm.
"You'll have to clean up the mess yourselves."
Old Li nodded repeatedly, barely daring to breathe.
Lu Yuan turned his head and looked towards the southeast of the capital. That location was the Beijing Martial Arts Arena, set up by the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance and the Shield Consortium.
According to intelligence, the Shield Foundation and the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance announced that they would publicly execute Ye Qingcheng using the Heavenly Thunder Array at the Martial Arts Arena three days later.
They thought they had found Lu Yuan's weakness.
Little did they know that Lu Yuan's only weakness was Lu Qingxue; the others were merely nominal subordinates.
But not just anyone can beat up the Immortal Venerable's dog.
"Go and deliver a message to the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Foundation."
Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, his tone as calm as if he were ordering takeout.
"Three days later, at the Capital Martial Arts Arena. Have them prepare the coffin."
After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and walked out through the dilapidated gate of the defense zone.
A group of powerful and influential people from the capital were left kneeling on the ground, shivering in the night wind.
The countdown has been reset.
Three days later, this stagnant pool in the capital will be completely boiled.