Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 365 - 305: Zhao Fushe’s Arrogance, Power of Celestial Thunder

Chapter 365: Chapter 305: Zhao Fushe’s Arrogance, Power of Celestial Thunder

At this moment, Zhao Fuhu dared to speak such arrogant words because, naturally, he had the strength to back it up.

First, Situ Wu was standing by his side; second, Zhao Fuhu’s own cultivation had advanced tremendously.

During his time following Situ Wu, not only had Zhao Fuhu’s cultivation not regressed, but thanks to Situ Wu’s Blood Pill washing over his body, his physique had doubled in strength.

His cultivation also broke through, as a matter of course, to the Early Stage of Nascent Soul.

If it weren’t for Lin Chang’sheng—the freakish prodigy—suppressing him by a head, Zhao Fuhu could easily claim to be the number one genius in the Southern Realm.

After all, he was so young, yet he had already reached the Nascent Soul stage.

It was just a pity that Lin Chang’sheng’s existence completely overshadowed him.

"Zhao Fuhu, you traitor to the sect! How dare you follow this madman around, slaughtering my Southern Domain cultivators? Today, I’ll rid the sect of your threat even if it costs me my life!"

Liao Bugui shouted angrily at Zhao Fuhu.

This Zhao Fuhu had once been a disciple of the Liuyun Immortal Sect.

Who could’ve thought that now, he’d be trailing behind this maniac, killing Southern Domain cultivators everywhere?

This was something Liao Bugui could not tolerate.

"Zhao Fuhu, you stole the sect’s treasured Fiery Sun Scripture—hand it over, now!"

As soon as Liao Bugui finished, Qianyang Daoist of the Yin Yang Dao Sect also shouted furiously.

They had been searching relentlessly for the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual for half a year without a clue—clearly, it had to be on Zhao Fuhu.

"If you want the manual, come fetch it yourself! But with just you lot? I’m afraid you’re not even qualified!"

Zhao Fuhu sneered disdainfully, instantly making both Liao Bugui and Qianyang Daoist flare up with anger.

A mere sect disciple, daring to act so arrogant?

Never mind that—they were both now sect leaders of two major sects, yet Zhao Fuhu was dismissing them so lightly? Utter arrogance!

"Not qualified? Well, let’s see what skills you’ve got, you damned traitor!"

Liao Bugui lashed out, surging magical power within his body, clearly ready to take action and strike Zhao Fuhu down.

"What a loud mouth. Let’s see if you can handle one move from me!"

Qianyang Daoist was burning with fury as well.

This disciple was reckless beyond belief. If not for Situ Wu standing behind him, would he ever dare act so brazenly?

"Immortal Venerable, please give me the chance to prove my strength!"

Zhao Fuhu cupped his fists toward Situ Wu respectfully.

If not for Situ Wu, Zhao Fuhu might not have even gotten out of the Spirit-Seizing Land alive, let alone advanced so quickly to the Nascent Soul Stage.

So Zhao Fuhu felt nothing but deep gratitude toward Situ Wu.

He hoped to get a chance to show what he could do.

Otherwise, if Situ Wu were to act, he could probably wipe out everyone here with a single strike.

"Go ahead!"

Situ Wu was quite happy to see what this Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root could do. If even these little ants were beyond his ability, then he’d truly misjudged the talent.

"Traitor, die!"

Seeing that Situ Wu had no intention to act, Liao Bugui’s magical power surged to the limit. With a sudden palm strike, a formidable palm seal shot directly toward Zhao Fuhu.

"Die!"

At the same time, Qianyang Daoist let out a furious shout and launched a palm strike of his own.

"Biting off more than you can chew!"

Seeing the two attack at once, Zhao Fuhu felt not the slightest fear. Instead, he threw out both fists in return.

Zi-la——

In the sky above, celestial thunder gathered, flickering with streaks of silvery light, weaving together to form two Thunderbolt Fist Auras in midair.

Rumble—

In the blink of an eye, the Thunderbolt Fist Auras crashed violently against the two palm seals.

The two palm seals were instantly shattered by the thunderous fists, with leftover bolts surging on toward Liao Bugui and Qianyang Daoist.

"What the...?"

Liao Bugui was stunned to the core.

He was a Nascent Soul cultivator! How could Zhao Fuhu’s punch overpower him?

Had Zhao Fuhu reached the Nascent Soul Stage too?

Boom—

The power of thunder in the next instant slammed straight into Liao Bugui’s chest, sending him flying back.

He spat out a mouthful of old blood in mid-air.

Qianyang Daoist didn’t fare any better—he too was blasted away, blood gushing from his lips.

"You—you really broke through to Nascent Soul?"

Qianyang Daoist’s pupils widened, his face full of disbelief.

Not even thirty, and already a Nascent Soul cultivator—how many in the Southern Realm could claim as much?

Even Ling Yue and Wang Chonglou nearby were utterly stunned.

They figured Liao Bugui and Qianyang Daoist alone would be more than capable against Zhao Fuhu, so they hadn’t joined in. But they never imagined Zhao Fuhu would seriously injure both of them in just one exchange.

Clearly, this guy’s cultivation was advancing at lightning speed.

"With the Immortal Venerable’s support, what’s a mere Nascent Soul anyway? Today will be your last!"

Zhao Fuhu boasted loudly.

Although he had just entered the Early Stage of Nascent Soul, with his Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root and the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual, he could battle even Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivators without falling behind.

That’s why he was so arrogant.

"What a braggart! Let’s see what you’re made of!"

Wang Chonglou could endure Zhao Fuhu’s arrogance no longer. With a shout, his spirit treasure in hand, he unleashed a thousand sword auras at Zhao Fuhu.

This move was the Celestial Sword Sect’s secret art: Myriad Swords Return to the Root.

He wanted to see how Zhao Fuhu could possibly withstand such a powerful attack.

Seeing myriad sword lights charging at him, Zhao Fuhu dared not be sloppy. Clenching both fists together, he pushed his Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root to the limit. The entire sky darkened as thunderclouds rolled, streaked with silver lightning.

"Celestial Thunder Descends!"

Zhao Fuhu roared, and thunder from the vault of heaven rained down like a torrential storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!—

The seemingly invincible sword auras were battered to pieces one after another by the overwhelming force of celestial thunder.

Countless shattered sword energies scattered in all directions, carving up the entire mountain range into a land of gaping wounds.

"Is this even the Zhao Fuhu we used to know? How did his cultivation get this freakishly strong?"

"Who else would it be? Who could’ve predicted he’d become so powerful—able to go toe-to-toe with sect leaders!"

"Yeah! If only he were still a disciple of our Liuyun Immortal Sect! Can’t believe he’s our enemy now!"

"Such a dog! Totally ungrateful, following whoever throws him a bone! If he tries coming back to our sect, I’d feel sick!"

"No kidding. Raised by the sect for years, then turns on his own just for a little benefit from someone else—he’s less than an animal!"

...

All around, Liuyun Immortal Sect disciples were gossiping.

Some marveled at Zhao Fuhu’s rapid improvements; others were filled with fury at his betrayal.

After all, whatever else, Liao Bugui had always been his elder and teacher; yet now, Zhao Fuhu showed no mercy. It was lower than a beast.

"Damn, this guy is unbelievable! His cultivation has skyrocketed so fast?"

On Piaomiao Peak, Cao De couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

He was only at Golden Core Middle Stage himself, and this bastard had already broken through to Nascent Soul?

The reason Cao De was up on Piaomiao Peak was that Ji Ruyan had brought back a woman to cultivate here in seclusion.

As soon as Cao De heard there was a woman secluding herself on Piaomiao Peak—and a charming, alluring widow at that—he instantly got excited. This was exactly his type.

So he’d make a trip up to Piaomiao Peak from time to time.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of her face, though he never managed to get lucky.

"Watch out!"

Seeing a sword blade, shattered by celestial thunder, come slashing toward Piaomiao Peak, Cao De immediately tackled a female disciple to the ground.

Who knows if it was on purpose, but Cao De certainly didn’t go easy. He wrapped the female disciple in a hug and rolled over the ground several times before finally stopping.

The look of satisfaction on his face made Lin Chang’sheng instantly know he did it on purpose.

Nobody knows Cao De’s dirty mind better than Lin Chang’sheng.