1024: Chapter 632 1024: Chapter 632 Eryao always used thunder and lightning to attack the Young Master of the Guandi Cult, exerting less strength than before, as he wanted to toy with him!
But being cursed by the Young Master of the Guandi Cult also felt a bit unpleasant, and each thunderstrike would hit his body; though not causing serious injury, it would still hurt!
Letting him learn that cursing someone can be painful!
âBang bang bangâ
The Young Master of the Guandi Cult was battered, disgraced, fearful, and anxious; his clothes were torn and burnt by the lightning, his hair scorched in patches, and there was a smell of burning in the air!
A large number of Talismans were cast, revealing the Young Masterâs wealthy background, employing Magic Artifacts to attempt to shield him from misfortune!
Blindly casting from the direction of the rooftop in defense, with his limited vision, he couldnât see that formidable person at all!
As he used up all the valuable items on his person with âcrackle and bangâ sounds, the Young Master felt the sting of loss; unable to even glimpse the opponentâs shadow while his own valuables dwindled, he foresaw impending poverty.
They never knew before that without resorting to Evil Charm, using their Magical Treasures and Talismans alone, they couldnât withstand the opponentâs thunder strikes!
He knew he was facing a powerful being with the Spell of thunder; if it were just Talismans, they wouldnât possess such destructiveness.
In the past, using Wooden Tokens and Soul Summoning Banners, they commanded Fierce Ghosts to kill, exploiting Evil Charms to control those of lower abilities or to render ordinary people unconscious.
He learned some Feng Shui Sorcery, capable of checking Feng Shui, but never applied it to righteous use; Five Emperorsâ Coins, Amulets, peace charms, Feng Shui Compassânone of these now tossed out could withstand the Thunder Strike!
The previous arrogance of the Young Master of the Guandi Cult, in just half an hour, taught him the true meaning of dominance.
The arrogant Lifen in The Mortal Realm couldnât withstand the mighty blow from the Cultivator flying in the sky, wielding thunder and lightning.
Just before, he yelled angrily, but now he was struck down, the more he cursed, the fiercer the thunder struck him wherever he went!
In the room, the women only saw the previously handsome and dashing Young Master now in such a sorry state, all his handsome charm gone, his face alternately blackened and reddened, his clothes as tattered as a beggarâs!
Even his hair was singed.
Faced with this scene, the women trembled with fear, helpless to assist the man they loved!
The women huddled together, considering the day to be unlucky.
But the saving grace was that only their Wooden Tokens burned; they were unharmed and their money and possessions remained intact!
Watching the Young Master being bullied, their abilities were not as high as his; gradually, it seemed clearer that thunder was not targeting them, as only the Young Master was struck wherever he went, and the smarter ones guessed the thunder constantly followed him!
How much had they loved this man before?
They were also just following orders, unable to resist fate, fighting for the manâs favor, but when confronted with life-threatening danger, who wouldnât fear death?
Being able to reach a higher status, to have cultivated Soul Power, even though they were just struck by thunder, causing their Wooden Tokens to shatter and some Soul Power dissipated, the Magical Treasures they cultivated with Fierce Ghosts got damaged, and the Black Mist around them dispersed, effectively losing a third of their abilities!
Seeing that the Young Master was more powerful than they were, but how strong he was now equaled how miserable he was!
The Young Master of the Guandi Cult never expected that one day he would be chased like a mouse by a cat!
His prior arrogance now left him feeling weary at heart!
He wanted to scream why the heavens were tormenting him!
And why in front of women?
The Young Master of the Guandi Cult no longer had the capacity to ponder much, not thinking about his fatherâs condition anymore.
Or what had become of their companions?
From the thundering sound elsewhere, the loud clamor, the screams, he also understood that perhaps the people in the Taoist Temple had met with disaster too!
If he was being bullied like this and his father hadnât come to rescue him, then he must be trapped too!
He had never regretted so much his great power, and following his father into this countryâif they had spread their menace in another country, perhaps they would not have encountered such a formidable person!
This person must not be humanâcould he be an Immortal?
A Deity?
Eryao was playing a game of cat and mouse, gradually growing bored, reducing the Young Master to a piteous state, now lying on the ground, whether truly unconscious or pretending, appearing to be half-dead!
So, he lessened his Mana a bit, yet thunder still encircled that Young Master, continually striking, causing pain but not allowing a quick deathâa delightful method of torment!
Eryao didnât believe that the Sect Hierarch had perished so easily; if his son could resist so much, how could such an old creature of hundreds of years die so swiftly?
He simply didnât believe that old monster had been killed with a single blow!
He in turn densely enveloped the Guandi Cultâs room with Thunder Strikes!
Seeking the shadow of the Guandi Cultâs Sect Hierarch, he knew she must be hiding somewhere; thus, he now targeted those women.
Striking both the Sect Hierarch and the women with thunder, but also not aiming to kill, allowing them to feel the pain and attempt to resist with Magic Artifactsâthis merely reduced their physical pain slightly!
The Sect Hierarch of the Guandi Cult felt quite frustrated; although the enemy couldnât see him, he was using Invisibility, hiding among those women, perhaps becoming suspicious, this adversary was even attacking women!