I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples
Chapter 1632 - Chapter 1632 Chapter 1632 Mu Fushengs Madness

Chapter 1632: Chapter 1632: Mu Fusheng’s Madness Chapter 1632: Chapter 1632: Mu Fusheng’s Madness Love is like a potent drug; it can change a person’s thinking, turn the weak into the brave, make the rational emotional, and render the ordinary extraordinary.

Mu Fusheng is a living example of this.

Before, not even the eldest senior brother could change him. Every time Mu Fusheng followed Ye Qiubai and Blackie, he was reluctantly involved in trouble and then dealt with it cautiously.

And now, it is Mu Fusheng who actively wants to resolve the matter with a high-profile approach.

Hearing Mu Fusheng’s words.

Even Blackie couldn’t help but sigh, “I never imagined Junior Brother Mu would say something like this.”

Jiu Xuan said to Jiu Bailu, “Royal sister… it seems Brother Mu’s feelings for you are quite deep.”

However, at this moment, Jiu Bailu was staring intently at Mu Fusheng’s figure, as if in her eyes, he was the only one in this world.

Even the sounds around her seemed to disappear.

She understood his personality, yet now he spoke and acted for her sake… how could she not be moved?

Who says an ice mountain cannot harbor feelings?

It’s just that she hadn’t met someone who could stir her emotions until now.

Hearing Mu Fusheng’s words, Ji Yang scoffed, “Want the third spot on the Cangxuan List? Let’s see if you have the ability to earn it.”

Saying that, Ji Yang’s figure swept out of the hall, ascending above it.

“This place is too cramped, come out and fight!”

Mu Fusheng smiled faintly, following him out.

As the two left the hall, others also immediately followed.

They all wanted to see, to what extent could this unknown man compete with Ji Yang, the third on the Cangxuan List and the Holy Son of the Seven Treasures Saint Sect, who had many layers of aura.

Ji Yang stared at Mu Fusheng, sensing his aura that had just barely passed the first level of thunder tribulation, and couldn’t help but sneer, “Should I suppress my realm? So no one will say I won without honor later.”

Mu Fusheng looked at Ji Yang, asking, “You’ve passed the fifth level of thunder tribulation, right?”

Ji Yang: “What if I have?”

“My point is you don’t need to suppress your realm. It wouldn’t be meaningful if I didn’t crush you when you’re at your peak.”

While speaking, Mu Fusheng spread out his hands, and forces of ancient divine lightning began swirling and flickering around him.

Mystic Yin Purple Thunder, Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder, Six Nine Heavenly Lightning, Taiji Yin Yang Morality Divine Thunder, Lesser Five Elements Chaos Essence Divine Lightning, Great Five Elements Extinguishing Divine Thunder, and Purple Heaven Thunder.

But, that was not all.

Along with the emergence of the ancient divine lightning, a thunder pattern appeared at Mu Fusheng’s brow.

Within the pattern, a destructive power of thunder slowly began to coalesce!

The eighth kind of ancient divine lightning, Dutian Divine Thunder!

With the appearance of the eight kinds of ancient divine lightning.

Mu Fusheng’s aura seemed to break through some kind of limitation, surging from his original first level of thunder tribulation!

Under the astonished and solemn gazes of Ji Yang and the others, Mu Fusheng’s aura managed to match Ji Yang’s!

Reaching the aura of the fifth level of thunder tribulation!

At this point.

Mu Fusheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the Soul Fire appeared on his forehead!

The aura of the soul began to maneuver the eight types of ancient divine lightning that were constantly moving around him, immediately transforming into a dragon!

Gu Sheng stood beside Blackie and asked, “What level has he reached now? I feel that this still isn’t all of his strength.”

Blackie chuckled and said, “That’s not clear, but I suppose the Holy Son of the Seven Treasures Saint Sect won’t be able to force out all of Junior Brother Mu’s strength, right?”

Gu Sheng nodded in agreement.

He thought the same.

The elder from the Seven Treasures Saint Sect furrowed his brows as he watched the scene: “Ancient divine lightning, huh… for a person to be able to control eight types of ancient divine lightning, no wonder he has the confidence to challenge the Holy Son.”

“No… It’s not just the aura of the ancient divine lightning.” Another elder looked grave, as if he had discovered something, staring intently at the eight lightning dragons formed by the ancient divine lightning around Mu Fusheng.

“This aura… it’s the power of Tribulation Lightning!”

Upon hearing this, the pupils of those around sharply contracted.

Tribulation Lightning?

Isn’t that the power of the Heavenly Dao? Why would it appear on a cultivator?

The head of Mixed Spirit Academy couldn’t help but smile wryly, “Truly a monster, I’ve never heard of anyone who could wield the power of Tribulation Lightning for their own use.”

The head of the Mo Family also nodded, his eyes filled with relief.

He understood that the only person who could have enabled Mu Fusheng to master the power of Tribulation Lightning was undoubtedly Lu Changsheng.

Only he could have helped his disciple reach this step.

Of course, the talent of Mu Fusheng himself was also extremely terrifying; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to master the Tribulation Lightning.

Mu Fusheng looked at Ji Yang with a calm expression and said, “If it were the old me, I would not have given anyone the chance to make the first move… But now things are different. I’ll let you strike first and then defeat you. It seems more convincing that way.”

If Ye Qiubai and the others were here to hear Mu Fusheng’s words, they probably would have rubbed their eyes and then asked.

Dude, who are you?

Give us back the real Mu Fusheng!

Ji Yang’s face darkened, “Don’t be too arrogant…”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and in his palm appeared a Seven Treasures Seal.

Seeing this, Blackie slightly frowned.

It was the same cultivation technique used by that person from the Seven Treasures Saint Sect before.

He remembered it seemed to be called the Seven Treasures Saint Technique, the Seven Treasures Seal…

Ji Yang let out a low shout, and the Seven Treasures Seal, suspended in the palm of his hand, blasted towards Mu Fusheng!

“Refining Void Seal!”

In an instant, Mu Fusheng seemed to be engulfed in a sea of fire.

A massive incantation gesture transformed into a cauldron, attempting to envelop him as if to refine him.

Mu Fusheng stood his ground without avoiding, watching the scene coldly and paying no heed to the sweeping fire waves around him.

His body shook slightly.

Amazingly, from around him, sheets of talismans spread out as if covering the sky and earth!

With Mu Fusheng at the center, those circles of talismans released destructive lightning, keeping the fire waves at bay.

At the same time, Mu Fusheng looked up at the cauldron bearing down on him and gently raised his hand.

“Mystic Yin Purple Thunder,” he murmured softly.

To Mu Fusheng’s left, as if following his command, the Purple lightning dragon charged at the cauldron with a roar of dragon chants!

Boom, boom, boom!

The Purple Lightning splattered continuously!

The cauldron that obscured the sky and sun had no chance to defend; it couldn’t entangle with the Mystic Yin Purple Thunder for long and was directly smashed to smithereens by the purple lightning dragon!

Mu Fusheng retracted the Mystic Yin Purple Thunder, and the surrounding sea of fire gradually dissipated. Ji Yang’s unpleasant face reappeared in Mu Fusheng’s view.

“If it were before, I would have pressed the attack and not given you any chance to fight back.”

Mu Fusheng’s eyebrows were flippant, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

“But now, go ahead and use whatever moves you have left. Take advantage while I still have patience.”