Thunder Dragon Cleans the Floor, Is This What You Call Your Trump Card

The entire world instantly darkened. Only deep within the dark clouds did flashes of soul-trembling purple lightning occasionally flicker.

"That... that is..."

The fifty mighty figures who had just been summoned, among whom were many knowledgeable old monsters, raised their heads to look at the anomaly in the sky. The arrogance and murderous intent originally on their faces vanished without a trace in an instant, replaced by a trembling that came from the depths of their souls!

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could the Great Zhou capital suddenly attract a Heavenly Tribulation?! And... this is... this is..." A Half-God realm patriarch from the Medicine King Valley trembled like a leaf, his finger pointing at the sky twitching uncontrollably.

"Roar—!!!"

A majestic dragon roar, completely unearthly, suddenly exploded from deep within the pitch-black clouds!

This dragon roar seemed to carry the will of the Heavenly Dao, bearing a ruthless judgment to destroy all living beings. In that instant, the spectators in the arena whose cultivation bases were below the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts did not even have time to utter a scream. Their eyes rolled back, and they were directly shocked into foaming at the mouth and fainting by this terrifying oppressive might.

Even the highly cultivated Holy Maidens Shen Xue and Yun Meng were pale-faced right now. Their knees gave way, and they uncontrollably knelt on the arena floor. The True Qi in their bodies felt as if it had been frozen, completely unable to circulate in the slightest.

That was an ultimate oppressive might that surpassed the Half-God realm... belonging to the legendary peak of the Martial God realm!

Under everyone's terrified gazes, the dark clouds violently churned. A massive dragon head, as gigantic as a towering mountain, with every single purple-gold scale clearly visible and flashing with destructive lightning, slowly emerged from the clouds!

Those dragon eyes, like two purple suns, held not a shred of emotion as they coldly looked down upon the mighty figures below, treating them like ants.

"Thud!"

Xie Wujiu's legs gave out, and he collapsed directly into the ruins. His previous arrogant and domineering demeanor had completely crumbled. He stared blankly at the lightning dragon in the sky, incoherently muttering to himself, "How is this possible... How could there be such a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation? Martial God realm... How could Great Zhou summon a Martial God realm lightning tribulation? This defies martial arts..."

"What is impossible about it?"

Wang Hao had stood up from the dragon throne at some unknown time. While everyone else in the arena was suffocating under the Martial God realm pressure, he acted as if nothing was wrong, taking a leisurely stroll to the edge of the rostrum. The purple-gold dragon robe on his body fluttered wildly in the strong wind, accentuating his mocking face. He truly looked like a deity wielding heavenly punishment.

"Pavilion Master Xie, there was actually one thing you said just now that I completely agree with."

Wang Hao backhandedly drew the gleaming New Son of Heaven Sword, pointing its tip from afar at the fifty-person summoning array that was still huddled together, completely locked down and immobilized by the Martial God's aura.

"And that is... you bunch of so-called hidden sects gathering together truly makes me feel a tiny bit of danger."

Wang Hao's eyes turned icy cold at this moment, devoid of any pity, like a mischievous child playing with ants as he casually handed down the final judgment.

"Therefore, just to be safe, I have decided... to scatter even your ashes to the wind."

"Go."

The Son of Heaven Sword in Wang Hao's hand swung down gently.

"Roar—!!!"

The purple lightning dragon in the sky let out a roar that shattered the firmament. Its massive, sky-obscuring body instantly broke free from the dark clouds, turning into a purple aurora bright enough to blind everyone. Carrying world-destroying power, it crashed down toward the array where the fifty mighty figures and the nine Heavenly Secret Pavilion assassins were located!

"No!!!"

"Wang Hao! You madman! Our sects will not let you off!!!"

"Help!! I do not want to die!!!"

The fifty top-tier bigwigs, whose mere stomp could make the Eastern Wasteland tremble, let out the most shrill and desperate wails of their lives when facing the lightning punishment of a peak Martial God. They frantically burned their essence blood and summoned various lifebound magical treasures in a vain attempt to block this apocalyptic disaster.

However, everything was in vain.

"Rumble—!!!!!!!"

The moment the lightning dragon struck the ground, the entire world seemed to lose its sound.

Immediately after, an extremely blinding purple-white sphere of light explosively expanded in the center of the arena! The terrifying shockwave turned into a visible ring-shaped storm, sweeping across the entire arena with unstoppable force!

The originally indestructible profound iron stage was vaporized in an instant. The defensive arrays set up around the arena, which claimed to be able to withstand Half-God realm attacks, shattered explosively without holding on for even a single second.

An incomparably massive purple mushroom cloud, carrying the violent energy to destroy everything, slowly rose into the sky above the Great Zhou capital!

"Holy shit!! This kid is crazy!! He wants to blow us up too!!"

Wang Wudi and the others hiding on the rostrum were scared out of their wits. Over twenty old monsters risked their old lives to jointly prop up a massive True Qi protective shield, tightly protecting Wang Hao, themselves, and the unconscious eunuchs and maids behind them. Only then did they barely manage to survive at the edge of the lightning storm.

It took a full half an incense stick of time for the world-destroying lightning storm to slowly subside. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sunlight shone down once again.

When Wang Wudi and the others, covered in dirt, withdrew the protective shield and looked toward the center of the arena, all the old monsters could not help but gulp heavily, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Gone.

Everything was gone.

The center of the Royal Colosseum, which had cost tens of millions of taels of silver to build, had completely disappeared. In its place was a giant, bottomless glazed crater as large as twenty football fields! The edges of the crater still crackled with extremely violent purple electrical arcs, melting the surrounding rocks into boiling magma.

As for the fifty previously insufferably arrogant mighty figures and the nine death warriors of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion who had formed the array... let alone corpses, not even a single hair, a drop of blood, or even a trace of soul aura was left behind.

Under the carpet-bombing of the peak Martial God realm lightning dragon, they had truly achieved equality of all living beings on both a physical and soul level—they were all vaporized into cosmic dust.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Within the entire colosseum, aside from the faint crackling sounds of the electrical arcs at the bottom of the crater, there was no other sound. More than half of the hundreds of thousands of spectators had fainted, and the remaining martial artists with slightly higher cultivation bases were kneeling on the ground, a warm wetness in their pants, looking at Wang Hao as if they were looking at a living demon god.

On the edge of this terrifying deep crater, which was over a kilometer in diameter, there was an extremely abrupt, isolated stone pillar that had not been destroyed.

And Xie Wujiu, at this moment, was slumped on that stone pillar like a puddle of mud.

He did not die, not because he was incredibly strong, but because when Wang Hao was controlling the lightning dragon just now, he deliberately avoided him. To completely crush a person's spirit, Wang Hao always preferred to rub his enemies' dignity into the dirt before finally finishing them off.

Xie Wujiu stared blankly at the ruins before him, looking at the original site of the summoning array that had not even left a speck of ash behind. His proudest trump card, the absolute death trap he had planned for months, the fifty top-tier combatants he had exhausted his tongue and made countless empty promises to invite...

Just like that, they were gone?

It only took one move. No, it could not even be considered a move. Wang Hao simply waved his hand, called down a lightning strike, and a luxurious legion capable of steamrolling a massive empire was completely wiped out?

"Clack, clack, clack..." Xie Wujiu's teeth chattered uncontrollably. His brain completely failed to process the absurd scene before him, which utterly defied all his common sense regarding martial arts.

"Step, step, step."

The unhurried sound of footsteps approached.

Carrying the pitch-black new Son of Heaven sword and escorted by Wang Wudi and the others, Wang Hao strolled over the slightly warm scorched earth until he stopped right in front of Xie Wujiu. His face still wore that highly punchable smile that made people itch to slap him, and he was even in a good enough mood to blow the dust off his blade.

"Pavilion Master Xie, wake up, stop spacing out."

Wang Hao spoke in an incredibly innocent tone:

"My math was a bit off earlier, so I just recalculated. Your fifty-one men were blasted to ashes, leaving your side with only three people now. Meanwhile, on my side, I still have thirty men."

Wang Hao straightened up, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and let out a wretchedly smug laugh:

"So, it is now 3 against 30. Pavilion Master Xie, tell me, how do I lose this? With a flying dragon riding your face, how could I possibly lose?"

"Pfft!!!"

Hearing this extremely humiliating taunt, Xie Wujiu's already riddled Dao heart instantly collapsed! His eyes bulged out wildly as he looked up at the sky and spewed out three massive mouthfuls of black blood!

Half of this blood was from internal injuries sustained in the fight, and the other half was purely out of sheer, unadulterated rage!

This was too much bullying! This was way too fucking much! It was one thing for you to have no martial morals and cheat by using a Martial God realm lightning tribulation, but after blowing everything up, you actually came over to do math and mock me? How could there be such a brazen, shameless, and utterly vicious monarch in this world?!

"Pavilion Master!! Let's retreat!!!"

Just as Xie Wujiu was so angry he almost passed out, the other two Demigod assassins of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, who had been hiding at the far edge and luckily escaped the disaster, finally recovered from their shock. Looking at Wang Hao's back, they could no longer muster even the slightest bit of will to fight. Without hesitation, the two turned around, burned their life essence, and transformed into two streaks of light to flee!

"Trying to run? Half of my treasury is still on you guys!!"

Before Wang Hao could even give the order, the eyes of Wang Wudi, Old Man Ren, and the other twenty-something old monsters hiding in the back instantly turned red.

What a joke! Those fifty fat sheep from earlier were blasted to dust by Wang Hao's strike, not even leaving a single storage ring behind. These money-grubbing old geezers were already bleeding from their hearts in pain. Now, these were the only two living Demigods left, their absolute last ATMs. If they let them run away, wouldn't all their work today be for nothing?

"You bastards, stay right here for your grandpas!!!"

No mobilization was needed. The twenty-four old monsters, fierce as wolves and tigers, lunged at the two fleeing Demigods like a frenzy of piranhas smelling blood!

What a miserable scene it was.

Two majestic, peerless assassins of the Demigod realm had not even flown a hundred meters before they were forcibly dragged out of midair by over twenty old hooligans.

"Don't snatch! The storage ring on his hand is mine!"

"Bullshit! This old boy's golden silk inner armor is mine! Strip it off!"

"Ouch, don't step on my face! Who the hell used a Thousand Years of Death to bust his ass? Have you no martial morals?!"

A few extremely shrill screams rang out from the crowd. In less than ten breaths of time, the two Heavenly Secret Pavilion Demigods were not only beaten to death by the mob, but their clothes, magical treasures, storage rings, and even the gold teeth in their mouths were plucked clean by this gang of old bandits!

Finally, some old monster, perhaps feeling that destroying the corpses and erasing the traces was not thorough enough, directly threw a handful of true fire, burning the two stripped-bare corpses to ashes. The ashes were then scattered into the wind by a few old men using their true qi.

It was the truest sense of grinding bones to dust and scattering the ashes—a physical transcendence.

Seeing his last two confidants meet such a tragic end, Xie Wujiu instead calmed down. However, that calmness was a spine-chilling, neurotic sort of peace.

A bizarre white light suddenly surfaced on his body, and his entire person slowly began to turn transparent, as if he were about to merge into the void.

"A death-substitution artifact? Or a high-level escape technique of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion?"

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow as he watched Xie Wujiu's transformation, but he did not make a move to stop him. The system indicated that this was merely a substitute body forcefully infused with cultivation; killing it would hold little meaning.

"Little beast... cough cough... you win... you won this time..."

Xie Wujiu's body grew increasingly transparent, but his dead-fish-like eyes remained fixed on Wang Hao. His voice sounded like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell: "But... do not get too smug... By wiping out the ancestors of so many sects today, the Great Zhou has made enemies of the entire world! Furthermore... the next time my true body descends... I will ensure that not even the chickens or dogs of your Great Zhou imperial family are spared!!"

Having delivered his harsh parting words, Xie Wujiu's body finally dissolved completely into specks of light and vanished.

"Even the righteous faction's lines are so lacking in originality."

Wang Hao curled his lip and dug at his ear in utter disdain.