Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 80 The power of the Crimson Thunder Drum cripples the cultivation of ghosts! (Please continue reading)

Inside the offering hall, seven figures stood silently.

“Bibi Dong has personally taken action,” said Golden Crocodile Douluo in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes peering through the palace gates at the raging lightning and the battle between Bibi Dong and Yu Yuanzhen high in the sky.

He remained calm, as if everything was expected.

"No need to interfere," Qian Daoliu said calmly.

“That kid…” Qingluan Douluo frowned, “Won’t Xue’er be worried?”

Even now, they still believe that Qian Renxue has feelings for Sikong Zhen, even though Qian Renxue tries to explain that she only admires him.

"It's alright." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "The ghosts and demons can't do anything to him."

"Are we just going to let Bibi Dong do whatever she wants?" Lion Douluo sneered.

Qian Daoliu's gaze was profound: "Since she has made her move under the guise of the 'Slaughter City,' we need not interfere. Besides..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Yu Yuanzhen's strength is already quite formidable."

The worshippers remained silent.

They knew that Qian Daoliu was waiting, waiting for an outcome.

……

Outside the hotel.

Sikong Zhen's Thunder Giant moved with lightning speed, unleashing a series of thunderous punches.

Ghost was not to be outdone. Even though it was countered by the ultimate lightning, it was able to parry the attack by relying on the strength of a level 95 titled Douluo.

"Boom boom boom!"

Sikong Zhen and the ghost kept clashing.

The two were evenly matched in strength, and Sikong Zhen's physical body was even stronger.

With the addition of the ultimate lightning, Ghost was completely overwhelmed.

"Ghost, how long can your Yin energy last?"

Sikong Zhen's voice was like thunder. He struck Sikong Zhen in the abdomen with his elbow, unleashing a burst of lightning power that sent Sikong Zhen flying a hundred meters away.

The Thunder Giant's elbow strike made Ghost vomit his bitterness!
"Ahhh!"

The ghost stood up, letting out a frantic howl, its body surrounded by surging black mist, and its second soul ring, which had been around for a hundred years, suddenly lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Gates of Hell!"

In an instant, a pitch-black gate to the underworld appeared in front of Sikong Zhen, and countless pale ghostly hands reached out from it, trying to drag him in!
"Humph!"

Sikong Zhen's eyes were indifferent, and his fifth soul ring shone brightly.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Nine Heavens Crimson Lightning Tribulation!"

"boom--!!"

Nine crimson bolts of lightning descended from the sky, instantly shattering the Gates of Hell into pieces!
The ghost let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of its mouth.

"Damn it!"

He roared and flashed in front of Sikong Zhen, his fifth spirit ring lighting up instantly.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Ghostly Shadow Earth Pool Hand!"

The ground turned into a black swamp, and countless ghostly hands reached out from all directions to grab Sikong Zhen, trying to tear his thunder giant apart!

A flash of lightning appeared in Sikong Zhen's eyes, and his sixth soul ring bloomed.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

"Roar--!!"

A thunderous dragon, tens of meters long, roared out, its body sweeping across the area, instantly obliterating all the ghostly hands!
Thunder Dragon flipped over and swept across, its tail striking Ghost.

There was a loud "bang"!
The ghost was directly pulled into the air, bringing with it a surge of black mist, and the immense yin energy was blasted away by the ultimate lightning.

Followed by.

Sikong Zhen's Thunder Giant slammed his right foot into the ground, unleashing a burst of lightning, and his entire body shot into the sky like a cannonball!

"boom--"

The thunderous fist, imbued with extreme lightning, slammed directly into the ghostly figure!
A mad glint flashed in the ghost's eyes. Instead of dodging or avoiding, it stepped into the void and charged down to meet Sikong Zhen head-on!

"court death!"

Sikong Zhen coldly sneered.

"Hehehe... Kid, you're too arrogant!" The ghostly figure sneered, and its enormous ghostly claw suddenly expanded.

The yin energy surged, tearing through the air and creating a piercing sound!
Thunder Fist versus Ghost Claw.

In an instant, a shockwave erupted. Dark energy surged, lightning raged, and two opposing forces clashed violently in the air.

"I don't agree!!"

The ghost suddenly roared, its expression ferocious, "If it weren't for the power of thunder suppressing the yin energy, if it weren't for that mechanism array..."

"You can't be my opponent!"

By now, Ghostly is already at red health and his mentality has completely collapsed.

He originally thought that even if his strength as a level 95 Title Douluo was countered, he could still suppress Sikong Zhen.

But the reality is,
He was completely outmatched!
Sikong Zhen's expression remained unchanged. He clenched his other hand into a fist and unleashed a powerful punch.

Sikong Zhen's thunderous fist struck the ghost's face like a meteor. The ghost hastily raised its arm to block, but was still sent flying backward by the heavy punch.

The ghostly body tumbled several times in the air.

It finally crashed into a house, sending bricks and stones flying and kicking up clouds of dust.

The only saving grace was that the people inside the house had already escaped, and there were no casualties.

"Cough cough."

The ghost struggled to its feet from the ruins, its black robe tattered, revealing a body covered in scorch marks—injuries from the extreme lightning strike.

His right arm was twisted unnaturally, clearly broken in the collision.

Sikong Zhen stood in mid-air, the Thunder Giant surrounded by crackling lightning.

He looked down at the ghost, his voice booming like thunder: "The battle is over, ghost, you won't leave here easily today!"

"furious!!"

The ghostly apparition roared hysterically, its eighth spirit ring suddenly lighting up. "Eighth Spirit Skill, Demons and Monsters!"

Numerous purplish-black skulls emerged from the void, each emanating a suffocating aura of yin energy.

They roared and pounced on Sikong Zhen, the air itself seemed to freeze in their wake.

Lightning surged in Sikong Zhen's eyes, and his sixth spirit ring shone once more.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Five Thunder Heavenly Dragon Slash!"

Five bolts of lightning transformed into celestial blades that swept across the sky, instantly slicing the countless purplish-black skulls into fragments.

The thunder blade, its power undiminished, struck the ghost directly, forcing him to dodge in a panic.

but,
The Five Thunder Heavenly Dragon Blade, as Sikong Zhen's 100,000-year soul skill, is not so easy to dodge.

The Heavenly Blade cuts through the sky.

With unstoppable force, it slashed at the ghosts and demons.

The ghostly Yin energy defense, the hastily activated Ghost Gate, couldn't even withstand the 'Five Thunder Heavenly Dragon Slash' for a moment, and instantly collapsed.

The Heavenly Blade descended, severely wounding the demon!
"It's not over yet!"

The ghost struggled to its feet, ignoring its injuries, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace. Its ninth spirit ring finally lit up, "Ninth Spirit Skill, Hellish Wraith!"

The entire neighborhood instantly transformed into a ghostly realm, with countless vengeful spirits crawling out from the ground, their mournful wails sending chills down one's spine.

Its ghostly form completely blended into the darkness.

It transformed into a gigantic ghostly shadow that blotted out the sky and devoured Sikong Zhen.

"sucker Punch."

Sikong Zhen let out a cold shout, and the Crimson Thunder Drum appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The next moment, he slammed his fist on the drum, and lightning power surged into his entire body: "Lightning power, born from the embers!"

"Crimson Lightning—"

"boom--!!!"

A crimson lightning bolt, over ten feet in diameter, descended from the sky, instantly piercing through the ghostly figure's body.

"Ahhh!"

Amidst the piercing screams, the ghostly yin energy was frantically eroded by the crimson lightning, and the meridians within its body crumbled inch by inch.

In the end, he fell to the ground like a rag doll, completely losing his fighting ability.

Even more serious is that

Ghosts are essentially 'living dead', and now their original Yin energy is damaged, coupled with severe injuries to their meridians.

His cultivation level is now completely ruined.

The soul power he had cultivated over decades vanished in an instant, causing him to drop from the Title Douluo realm!

(End of this chapter)