«Courting death!»
Upon seeing this scene, Chu Feng's face instantly changed, turning grim to the extreme; he let out a long roar to the heavens, shouted angrily, and bolts of lightning shot from his body.
Lightning snakes surged, wrapping around Chu Feng's body as if tangible, and with a thought they transformed into five lightning dragons that roared toward the five core disciples.
Everything happened in a flash—so fast that even Su Mei didn't have time to react. She felt a blinding flash of lightning engulf her vision, a powerful energy ripple threw her several meters away, and she crashed to the ground.
When she lifted her head to look, the lightning had faded, but the sight before her left her stunned: the five core disciples who had just surrounded her lay prone on the ground.
Their blue robes were burnt to ashes, their bodies charred black, lifeless, exuding a burnt smell; their deaths were horrifying.
«Th… th… th….»
At that moment, Zhou Zhiyuan's face turned as white as paper; his lips trembled, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief: «Could this be the legendary third form of the Thunder Three Styles?!»
«What? The third form of the Thunder Three Styles? Isn’t that a technique only the founder of the Azure Dragon Sect, the Dragon Daoist, can perform? Could it be… that Chu Feng just…?»
Hearing Zhou Zhiyuan's words, Su Mei instinctively covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes flickering, her long lashes trembling, revealing utter shock.
As for Bai Tong, the Dragon Brother Tiger Brother, Ye Taozi, Zhang Tingzi, and the others, they gaped in astonishment—Chu Feng had mastered a technique that even the sect's founder had not, an astonishing feat.
In that instant they realized they had been wrong; despite repeatedly being shocked by Chu Feng's strength, admiring his talent, and revising their opinion of him time and again, they now truly understood they had still underestimated him—this youth, younger than them all, possessed a talent beyond imagination, so formidable it was almost unbelievable, repeatedly striking their nerves and leaving them in awe.
Having wiped out five core disciples with a single strike, Chu Feng showed little reaction, for he had long known he would eventually grasp the Thunder Three Styles; today he merely seized the opportunity offered by his anger, and the power matched his expectations, since this third form is equivalent to a fifth‑rank martial art.
«Step, step, step» Chu Feng defused Su Mei's danger, then turned and walked toward Zhou Zhiyuan one step at a time.
«You… you dare kill a core disciple? You… you’re dead!» Seeing Chu Feng's killing intent, Zhou Zhiyuan knew he could not escape his fate and did not beg for mercy.
«Zzz‑la‑la» Suddenly Chu Feng thrust his palm forward; a thick bolt of lightning erupted from his palm and struck Zhou Zhiyuan's left leg.
«Ahhh~~~» The searing, tearing burn made Zhou Zhiyuan howl like a wolf and ghost; looking at his left leg, it was already scorched and completely useless.
«You bastard… ahhh~~~» He had wanted to curse, but when another lightning bolt hit his right leg, he let out another anguished scream.
Immediately afterward, Chu Feng repeatedly unleashed the Thunder Three Forms, completely disabling Zhou Zhiyuan's four limbs; the excruciating pain twisted his face into a grimace, tears and snot streaming down.
«Chu Feng, if you have the guts, kill me—I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!» Gazing at Chu Feng now standing before him, Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes burned with hatred.