Chapter 694 The Ninth Person on the Mountain Peak Was Not a Supre
Lei Daoheng, Bai Zhizun, and the others brightened at the sight.
Good!
This black-clad junior was not reckless.
Even though his strength was now enough to rival the demonized Lei Jinglong, he had not grown arrogant.
Instead, he constantly kept his focus on the true enemies— the Four Demons of Corruption.
Seizing the mont when Lei Jinglong hid inside the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison, he struck without hesitation, eliminating the Four Demons.
That ant four hidden threats were completely erased.
Now his only opponent was the demonized Lei Jinglong.
"Boy, you are indeed cunning, but so what? The Four Demons of Corruption already had no battle strength. They were useless!"
"Killing them changes nothing. In the end, you will all die."
Lei Jinglong sneered once again.
He still believed the initiative of the battle lay firmly in his grasp.
This youth who appeared halfway through, even with partial control over the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison, could not truly alter the outco.
"Is that so?"
"You still underestimate the world."
Shen Mo’s expression remained calm.
At this mont, the prodigies of the Eastern Province rushed in from all directions, gathering beneath the central region.
They looked upward.
There, atop the high mountain, stood a vast prison.
That was the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison.
Outside of it, several small black dots could be seen.
It was not hard to guess that those dots were the Supres.
One of the Twin Holy Sons of the Reincarnation Sacred Land, Sikong Yang, counted quietly and murmured, "Huh, the number of Supres seems wrong."
His elder brother, Sikong Lie, also counted and imdiately nodded. "Indeed, it should be eight Supres. Why are there nine figures?"
Cao Qingwan, Li Yunlong, and the others all stared toward the peak. Yet the mountain summit was the very frontline where two Great Dao Saint Artifacts clashed, the surroundings filled with strange distortions.
From such a distance, their vision was bent by the aftershocks, leaving only broken fragnts of shadow.
"Li Zangfeng, I’ve heard you possess a secret art of farsight. Why don’t you try?" Li Yunlong glanced at the Sword Prince beside her.
Li Zangfeng said indifferently, "You need not remind . I am already watching."
A layer of violet light rose in his eyes, like the first purple qi of dawn from the east.
His sight pierced through the interference of the Saint Artifacts’ battle and landed squarely on the summit.
Eight Supres— he recognized each of them instantly.
But one figure shocked him deeply.
So young?
Not a Supre.
Who was he?
At that mont, the demonized Lei Jinglong sensed Li Zangfeng’s gaze. He gave a cold snort. "A re Nirvana dares spy upon the battle of Supres?"
He stomped heavily, releasing surging demonic pressure.
Far at the mountain’s base, Li Zangfeng’s expression changed drastically. He hastily withdrew his vision.
But he was still a fraction too slow.
Lei Jinglong’s attack crossed tens of thousands of feet in an instant and landed on him.
"Pff!"
Li Zangfeng coughed a mouthful of blood.
His body was flung away like struck by a giant elephant, soaring for thousands of feet.
The cultivators of the Eastern Li Imperial Dynasty turned pale in shock.
Li Yin rushed forward to support his elder brother. "Brother, what happened?"
Li Yunlong, Cao Qingwan, and the others also turned their gazes toward him.
Li Zangfeng did not speak aloud. Instead, he transmitted his voice: "The new Supre of the Thunder Prison Clan has fallen into demonic corruption."
Li Yin’s face changed dramatically.
Li Zangfeng continued, "And on the summit, there appeared a ninth person— not a Supre, but a black-clad Nirvana cultivator. I can clearly feel that he is stronger than I am."
Li Yin raised his brows. "A black-clad cultivator? Could it be the one who casually saved us from the Devilish Thunder Vine Dragon that day?"
Li Yin’s judgnt had solid grounds.
Li Zangfeng was already acknowledged as the foremost prodigy of the Eastern Province.
This wasn’t arrogance or conceit— it was the consensus of all the other prodigies.
That reputation ca from countless one-on-one duels, battles that forged his undefeated record.
Yet even Li Zangfeng had openly admitted that the black-clad cultivator’s strength might surpass his own.
Such a person was exceedingly rare.
And then there was the Devilish Thunder Vine Dragon.
Even Li Zangfeng had no desire to provoke such a creature.
But that black-clad cultivator had casually severed its tendrils.
He had even forced it into making a deal with him.
Indirectly, he had saved them.
That man’s thods and strength were, without doubt, at the very peak of their generation.
Thinking it over, Li Yin could only conclude— the black-clad cultivator from before, and the one now on the mountain peak, were likely the sa person.
Li Yin lowered his voice. "For now, we stay put. Don’t go up. Just observe first."
The cultivators of the Eastern Li Dynasty, led by the brothers, imdiately nodded and held their ground.
Seeing them remain still, the disciples of the Reincarnation Sacred Land, the Creation Heavenly Sect, the Heaven-Burning Divine Sect, and even the Thunder Prison Clan all chose to wait as well.
Among the Thunder Prison Clan’s younger generation, Lei Zizhen and Shi Tianhao were chatting idly.
"Sigh, I don’t know where our benefactor has gone. Ever since he entered the Thousandfold Thunder Prison, I haven’t heard a word of him."
Lei Zizhen sighed softly.
He knew his benefactor was powerful, but strength always had its limits.
He himself carried a life-saving treasure bestowed by an old Supre.
With him at the benefactor’s side, his benefactor’s life would truly be secure.
But now, not only had they not t, they had no information at all.
There was simply nowhere to start looking.
Shi Tianhao chuckled. "Don’t overthink it. Perhaps that senior doesn’t need your protection at all."
"Better we think about what lies ahead."
"I saw Li Zangfeng glance at the summit. The Eastern Li Dynasty had been eager before, but now they’ve gone quiet."
Lei Zizhen nodded. "I feel there’s sothing hidden too. Be cautious and stick close to later."
"At least I can keep you safe."
"Good!" Shi Tianhao nodded firmly.
That was exactly what he wanted— Lei Zizhen’s protection as his fallback.
With that, if he dared risk everything for fortune, Lei Zizhen would be his safety net.
"Shen Mo... wherever you are, perhaps still struggling in the depths of the Thousandfold Thunder Prison..."
Shi Tianhao’s lips curled faintly. "Yet I already stand here at the mountain’s foot, waiting for the mont fate delivers its gift."
anwhile, atop the mountain.
Lei Jinglong sneered. "Just now, so little brat from the Eastern Li Dynasty tried to pry into the battle. I struck him down with a single thought."
"Wasn’t he your so-called Sword Prince?"
The Supre of the Eastern Li Dynasty was a white-haired old matron.
At those words, her face instantly changed.
She roared, "Lei Jinglong! To dare strike the Sword Prince— are you not afraid of the Fla Emperor’s return?"
Lei Jinglong scoffed. "The Fla Emperor? If he could return, he would’ve long since done so."
"A faraway saint, thousands of miles distant— what have I to fear?"
The old matron’s expression shifted several tis, but in the end she could only grit her teeth.
A demonized Lei Jinglong was already far beyond what they could resist.
What use were threats?
Besides, Lei Jinglong’s words carried truth.
The na of the Fla Emperor might scare people—
But a saint, far away and uncertain if he would ever return, was far less terrifying than the Supre standing right before them.
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