Supreme of the Heavenly Realm

Boom!

Lei Yan's aura radiated, and an invisible Qi Force spread out. Bolts of lightning crashed down fiercely, shattering everything around.

"Let's go out and fight."

Ling Qianxue didn't waste words, she leaped forward, leaving multiple white shadows in her wake.

Lei Yan grinned and immediately stepped forward, leaving a streak of lightning where he was, disappearing in an instant.

The crowd followed suit and dashed out.

On the plaza.

Two figures stood a kilometer apart, facing each other.

"Empress of Snowfall—no, I'll still call you Miss Ling. It's not too late to change your mind. Light City isn't worth your effort. Join the Thunder Clan, become my woman, and we can ascend to Emperorship together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Lei Yan was still unwilling to give up, trying to persuade her.

"Stop with the nonsense, make your move."

Ling Qianxue held her sword across her chest, her expression indifferent.

"Alright then. It seems the only way you'll acknowledge my strength is if I convince you through combat."

Lei Yan squinted his eyes, his robes billowing, and spoke with a smile.

Boom!

The sound of thunder erupted abruptly, forming a thunder prison centered around Lei Yan, enveloping the surrounding void completely.

"Eight Desolate Thunder Realm."

As the True Yuan within Lei Yan expanded, the surrounding void was entirely filled with lightning. The space shattered, and thunder spawned, transforming into a Thunder Realm.

Within the Thunder Realm, terrifying waves were contained. Under Lei Yan's spellcasting, the Thunder Realm surged out, covering the space above Ling Qianxue's head.

"Mirror Domain."

Ling Qianxue stretched out her right hand, the Hand Seal coalescing. A distorted wave of light suddenly spread out and, in an instant, multiple mirrors appeared around Ling Qianxue. These mirrors existed within the domain, allowing one to enter from one mirror and exit through another, creating endless illusions.

The thunderbolts, upon touching the mirrors, were blocked. The violent lightning that penetrated was completely obliterated by the mirror images, unable to harm Ling Qianxue in the slightest.

"Interesting, indeed the woman I, Lei Yan, have chosen has extraordinary strength. However, this isn't enough."

Lei Yan increasingly admired Ling Qianxue, but that didn't mean he'd hold back. His objective was to defeat Ling Qianxue with thunderous might, to earn her admiration and allegiance, making her willing to become his woman.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stimulated his True Yuan again. A thunder mark suddenly appeared at his brow—this was the ancestral seal of the Thunder Clan, only possessed by core members of the Five Great Clans.

With the appearance of the thunder mark, the Thunder Realm became even more violent, the aura fluctuations suddenly multiplying in intensity. The thunderous sound was akin to a barrage of artillery shells in one's ear.

Crack, crack!

The smooth mirror surfaces began to show cracks, clearly struggling to withstand the pressure of the Thunder Realm.

"Is the power increasing?"

Ling Qianxue could feel the pressure transmitted through the mirrors. Her eyes flashed with a hint of gravity. This person, indeed, was a top genius of the Five Great Clans, living up to the reputation.

Clang!

Drawn sword, Ling Qianxue finally made her move. This strike contained the pressure of the Three Emperors. The sword light was enveloped by three beams of light, cutting through the path and splitting all the thunder in two.

"Heavenly Thunder Flash Strike!"

Lei Yan let out a sharp howl. His body seemed to transform into lightning and split into four, with four bolts of lightning striking out from different angles, mercilessly attacking Ling Qianxue.

"Three Emperor Bell!"

Ling Qianxue raised her sword to the sky, pinching her middle and index fingers, tapping onto the sword's blade. Instantly, a bronze light shot to the sky, and from the firmament above, a giant bronze bell descended, enveloping Ling Qianxue.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of thunder cracking echoed as the four terrifying bolts slammed against the surface of the bronze bell, causing it to shake heavily. However, even as the four bolts exploded simultaneously, they failed to create even the slightest gap in the bronze bell.

"Blocked it?"

Lei Yan's face was filled with surprise. He thought that demonstrating his true strength would lead to Ling Qianxue's immediate defeat, but he didn't expect that she would be such a tough opponent.

This meant Ling Qianxue's power was beyond his estimation, which intrigued him even more.

"Is this woman so difficult to deal with?"

The Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Emperor was already somewhat on edge. The fact that Ling Qianxue could match Lei Yan to such an extent—if it were him instead, he feared he would be defeated in under three rounds.

This Light City must be eliminated as soon as possible, including that kid, Ye Xuan. These people were growing too quickly. Previously, he didn't regard them as threats; now, he feared he was no longer regarded by them.

"You're forcing me to show my trump card, aren't you?"

Lei Yan grinned, then his eyes turned cold. With a wave of his sleeve, a talisman flew out. As it advanced, it absorbed all the lightning along its path, rapidly growing larger until it reached thousands of feet in size.

"Ancient Thunder Talisman."

Within the thousand-foot lightning glow, the Thunder Talisman clearly absorbed all the thunder, eventually transforming into a thunder sun, radiating a terrifying aura of destruction.

"Destroy!"

A malevolent glint flashed across Lei Yan's face. As the thunder sun descended, it seemed to carry an apocalyptic wave that churned heaven and earth.

The thunder sun slowly descended, like a doomsday meteor falling down.

Seeing this, Ling Qianxue's delicate face turned extremely serious. This Ancient Thunder Talisman could likely turn the entire Light City into ruins.

Even if she could dodge before the talisman descended, she had no choice but to intercept it.

"Three Emperor Gate!"

Ling Qianxue sheathed her sword, then clasped her hands together. A sacred ancient aura erupted from her, and three emperor phantoms appeared behind her. They seemed to break through time and space, leaving behind three gates in the void. The three gates stood solemnly, as if eternal.

Rumble!

Under the horrified gaze of many, the Ancient Thunder Talisman fell upon the three gates. In that moment, the world dimmed, and all sound vanished.

Time seemed to freeze.

"Did it block it?"

The Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Emperor looked at the seemingly still space with disbelief. The thunder sun incessantly assaulted the Three Emperor Gate, but the result was not ideal. Centered on the gate, time and space seemed to slow down. No matter how fierce the assault, it couldn't tear through those three gates.

"Long live the Snowfall Empress!"

The experts of Light City, who originally had their hearts in their throats, were overjoyed beyond measure. Opposite them stood a genius of the Thunder Clan, an outstanding figure among the Five Great Clans, and yet the Snowfall Empress could hold her own against him, even blocking his full-force attack. It was simply unbelievable.