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In just less than ten breaths of time, thousands of Thunder Lights gathered behind him, and their number continued to increase.

At this moment, Chen Qiu looked as if he had emerged from the Heavenly Thunder, with countless blue Thunder Snakes flashing with Thunder Light constantly entwining behind him. The quantity of Thunder Snakes was so enormous that they even piled up to form a wall of thunder dozens of feet high behind him!

Even amid the black fog,

this scene was exceedingly conspicuous.

It was hard to ignore.

The deep blue Thunder Snakes, mixed with purple and even a tinge of pale white, irresistibly drew the eye. Their utmost charm carried an undercurrent of debilitating fear from deep within.

And at that moment—

The fastest Demon Clan cultivator was now less than thirty feet away from Chen Qiu. For some reason, his pace had slowed, and with a shocked and disbelieving expression, he stood his ground, holding his butcher's knife somewhat aimlessly and fearfully, staring at the wall of thunder formed by tens of thousands of Thunder Snakes behind Chen Qiu!

Even with the combat experience he honed in the Prison, he was at a loss, standing in place with uncontrollable trembling in his legs.

Even the Demon Clan cultivators who were closely following him in the kill had also begun to slow down their pace.

Then, almost without any hesitation,

the leading Demon Clan cultivator turned and ran in the opposite direction without a word, his speed even faster than when he arrived. The other Demon Clan cultivators, filled with intense fear, also made an about-face and fled in all directions.

How the hell do you fight this?

This is a Magic Practitioner!

Are you the favored son of the Heavenly Dao, controlling the Heavenly Tribulation?

If someone had told him before that a Foundation Establishment level one cultivator could unleash tens of thousands of Thunder Summoning Techniques at once, and each one was far more powerful than those of his peers, he would have thought it was nonsense.

But having seen it today, he had no choice but to believe.

Even the Foundation Establishment Cultivators from Fufeng City who had come to reinforce were momentarily stunned by this spectacle, and without any hesitation, they also fled rapidly in the opposite direction—only they fled behind Chen Qiu.

Spells don't differentiate between friend and foe.

If one were enveloped by it at this time, then death was certain.

After all, they did not believe their life-saving measures could withstand tens of thousands of Thunder Summoning Techniques. Could this still be called a Thunder Summoning Technique?

...

"Running away?"

As the Thunder Snakes continued to multiply behind Chen Qiu, the dazzling bright light even pierced through the black fog, illuminating the entire battlefield. Seeing the Demon Clan cultivators starting to flee, Chen Qiu couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

The Thunder Summoning Technique, a spell of Foundation Establishment, had an attack range of a full hundred feet when cultivated to the Great Perfection Realm.

Which by all accounts wasn't short. The peak that pierced the clouds over the marketplace at Wentiang Fang was only a few thousand feet tall. But this didn't account for the incredible speed of the Demon Clan cultivators, especially as they scattered in all directions. In less than ten breaths of time, a large number of Demon Clan cultivators had already escaped beyond a distance of one hundred feet.

Even many of the Demon Clan cultivators had stopped running three to four hundred feet away, turning back to look at him, clearly understanding that the spells of a Foundation Establishment early-stage Magic Practitioner couldn't reach such distances.

But... when it came to speed,

Chen Qiu had something even faster on his side.

...

"Can you do it?"

Chen Qiu turned his head to look at the scholar beside him and softly asked, while the number of Thunder Snakes behind him continued to grow.

"Yes,"

the scholar replied with a complex expression, "This place's Spiritual Energy is rich enough. The thing you mentioned can indeed be achieved, it's just that it feels a bit... unbecoming of a Sword Cultivator, it's somewhat beneath the dignity of swordsmanship."

Nevertheless, the scholar sat back down cross-legged on the ground, enlarging the Green Blade Long Sword by a few inches, presenting it in front of Chen Qiu.

"This is called cooperative combat between sword and magic practitioners,"
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Chen Qiu said with a smile, stepping onto the long sword, surrounded by tens of thousands of Thunder Snakes. The Spiritual Energy erupted from the soles of his feet, transforming into strands of Spirit Lines that firmly fixed him atop the Flying Sword. He couldn't manipulate Spiritual Energy with such precision in the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm.

But...

As they say, combat is the best form of cultivation.

The next second—

The long sword suddenly transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the distance. In the blink of an eye, it vanished tens of miles away. The scenery around Chen Qiu instantly blurred, as if time itself was rewinding, rendering the surrounding landscape indecipherable.

And the tens of thousands of Thunder Snakes were closely following behind Chen Qiu.

At a glance,

It appeared like a gigantic Light Ball emitting intense radiance, shooting towards the distance.

"Hey!"

Chen Qiu activated several "Golden Bell Talismans" to fend off the strong winds, his Spiritual Energy continuously surged into the meridians throughout his body to resist the discomfort from such acceleration, he couldn't help but retch as he shouted into the Sound Transmission Ring on his finger.

"You're flying too damn fast, you overshot it, come back a bit!"

And soon, an anxious voice came through the Sound Transmission Ring.

"Right away, right away, I got quite a lot on my hands, it's a bit unaccustomed to slow down, but it'll be alright soon!"

...

One must say.

The scholar's sword was really fast, far surpassing that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Chen Qiu had once asked the scholar why he claimed he had no combat ability. With such speed, even just on velocity alone, one could pierce through many Foundation Establishment Cultivators' Protective Spirit Qi.

The scholar didn't give him a specific answer at the time, only shook his head with a helpless wry smile.

Perhaps there were some unspeakable difficulties.

He didn't press the issue further.

And the long sword beneath his feet slowed considerably, returning to the battlefield above, the speed now slow enough for him to clearly catch sight of the Demon Clan cultivators below, stunned and immobile in disbelief.

But even so,

The gusts of wind by his side still made his blue robe flutter and whip about.

"Magic Practitioners should play like this."

"Being a stationary turret is not being a Magic Practitioner, that's being a live target."

Chen Qiu looked down at the Demon Clan cultivators, smirked, and then with a slight tremor of his fingers, tens of thousands of Thunder Snakes descended like Heavenly Thunder from the sky, raining down a sweeping bombardment on the Demon Clan cultivators below!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The tens of thousands of Thunder Lights, incredibly dense and nearly merging into a waterfall-like cascade, fell in batches from the sky, heavily crashing onto the ground.

The sounds of countless explosions arose one after the other.

The ground almost instantly turned charred black.

In the blink of an eye,

Nearly a thousand Demon Clan Foundation Establishment Cultivators had their Protective Spirit Qi shattered and, amidst the screams, turned to ash.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"

Realizing the grim situation,

Some Demon Clan cultivators didn't say a word and flew away with Sword Flight, trying to temporarily escape from there, but when it came to the speed of flying swords, who could compare to the scholar.

...

"Where are you running to?"

Chen Qiu, standing on his Green Blade Long Sword, caught up in the blink of an eye to a Demon Clan cultivator fleeing on their sword, fiddling with several Hand Palm Thunders in his hand, looking towards this person's fear-filled eyes with a light chuckle.

"Not long ago, someone told me that among all, Sword Cultivators are the strongest."

"I think he made a lot of sense."

"Sword Cultivators are indeed strong."

In the midst of laughter,

Tens of shimmering Thunder Snakes had already enveloped the fleeing Demon Clan cultivator on their sword, the frail Protective Spirit Qi almost instantly shattered, and the charred long sword and corpse fell from mid-air in a parabola to the ground.

Chen Qiu stood aloft on the Green Blade, his hand nonchalantly behind his back, toying with several Hand Palm Thunders in the other hand with a smile, looking down at the fleeing Demon Clan cultivators below, with tens of thousands of Thunder Snakes, emitting endless Thunder Light, intertwining behind him.

And his voice, augmented by Spiritual Energy, was like a devil's whisper, tapping on the heart of every fleeing Demon Clan cultivator.

"But Magic Practitioners aren't weak either, huh?"

"What do you think?"