Who among us has ever truly seen a man walk upon the air?
For ordinary people, such a feat is unimaginable—mere fantasy. Even in the martial world, it is considered a rare and spectacular sight.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Andrew Han’s thunderous stride carries the weight of a million pounds, each step sending explosive ripples through the sky. Circles of white shockwaves unfurl high above, stretching dozens of meters and lingering for seconds before slowly fading.
Such a mystical scene only adds to his commanding presence.
His light-blue coat stands out, shimmering with a striking brilliance.
Silence.
A chilling terror fills the air.
He is like an ancient immortal, master of all things, descending lightly upon the barren mountain. The rippling circles behind him are like stars scattered across the night sky.
In an instant—the tremor spreads.
This is not the sound of walking on air, but true thunder.
Deep, ink-black clouds surge like a tidal wave, their insides flashing with brilliant purple-blue lightning. The cold, sorrowful light reveals Raine Bai’s pale, stricken face.
"Oh no!"
"The sky is filled with dark clouds—this is a thunderstorm, with lightning and wild winds! If he keeps going up, he might really get struck by lightning." Raine Bai’s face turns deathly pale, her cool composure shattered.
"Hiss!"
Eric Bai and Gavin Bai both gasp in unison.
But the air that rushes into their mouths is nothing but wind and dust.
Crack!
Thunder roars, black clouds churn across the sky.
Even denser clouds surge in from all directions, while the light-blue figure a hundred meters above the ground halts his right step and raises his right hand.
A violent rain crashes down—
Mystery—Communing! Mystery—Communing! Mystery—Communing!
In Andrew's mind, the image of Raging Downpour emerges, like clusters of burning cloud aflame.
But then the fiery colors fade, transforming into pure, towering black clouds—layer upon layer blotting out the sun, pressing down on heaven and earth, gathering unimaginable natural force. Thunder rolls as the clouds churn, shrouding everything beneath.
Mystery—Communing!
He channels the mysterious force, evolving it into a vision of storm and shadow.
As Solidified Core Internal Power erupts, every bone, drop of blood, muscle, even spirit and Inspiration within him is pushed to an unthinkable extreme—like raging waves rising in a furious sea.
"Descend!"
"With my Mystery—Communing Art, I manifest the storm!"
Air gathers in his palm, drawing in the low-hanging black clouds from hundreds of meters around, as if seizing the mighty power of the sky. The clouds reverse and swirl, the wind howls in answer.
But still, it is not enough.
A little more is needed.
If that's the case—my Inspiration, burn! Burn! Burn!
Andrew howls in the sky, unleashing his killing intent without restraint. His right foot steps into the air, his right palm raised high, freezing the wild winds and clouds between heaven and earth, locking in the natural power of this moment.
"Too long."
"Four hundred and nineteen days and nights—at last, I've found you. The blood debt of my past life, I will repay it all today!"
His steely resolve flows like molten lava.
His overwhelming will crashes like a giant tsunami.
In the indescribable storm of emotion, a peerless radiance begins to shine, reorganizing the structure of the Mystery—Communing Art, and finally, it all gathers madly behind Andrew.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heaven and earth fall silent; all sounds vanish, as behind Andrew, visions of black clouds pile up, manifesting a deathly stillness that has pressed down for countless ages.
"Storm!"
"At last, the storm descends—Storm! Storm! Storm!"
Within a thousand-meter radius, the entire region is swept up in the spectacle of mountain rain and raging wind, with Andrew at its center—
Black clouds swirl and descend from the sky, following in his wake.
Purple lightning flashes and vanishes, illuminating the storm's grandeur.
Countless torrents of rain, each carrying unstoppable momentum, gather around Andrew from every direction.
"Today, I will slaughter this mountain."
In this moment, Andrew gently closes his eyes.
Beneath the sky and upon the earth, only this radiant, light-blue figure remains, exuding an unparalleled, majestic force. The swirling storm begins its descent on the barren mountain, tearing open the ink-black heavens and illuminating the oppressive air.
Mystery—Communing transforms into storm!
Andrew dives from the sky, bringing slaughter with him!
How towering and awe-inspiring.
Majestic and overwhelming, his power radiates absolute dominance.
Gavin Bai, the eccentric martial artist, and the ordinary Eric Bai and Raine Bai are frozen in place, able only to look up at this vast, sun-like figure.
"Ah."
Raine Bai has lost all coolness, unable to suppress a moan.
The wild wind lifts her skirt, revealing the deepest curve of her pale stockings. Her whole body trembles; waves surge in her mind, thunder crashes in her heart.
"Oh my god!"
"There are truly people like this in the world!"
Raine Bai, terrified, presses her legs tightly together; the fine pale stockings seem to show a faint, darker trace.
From a distance, she watches.
Black clouds swirl in a wild torrent, the storm drives the rain, and the light-blue figure stands at the very center, as if commanding the mighty force of nature, descending beneath the heavens.
"Kill!"
With a single shout, his power blazes forth!
Andrew drops straight down, his calm face radiating unspeakable killing intent. His right fist carries immeasurable force, gathering the storm around him, slowly drawing it to his waist.
Blood boils! Bones ring!
Conviction locks in! Inspiration crashes!
Solidified Core Internal Power surges, birthing an even more terrifying strength. The storm grows wilder and more eternal, shaking the clouds that cover the sky and driving the violent wind and rain downward.
Suddenly—
Andrew roars with dominance, taking a deep breath as he stands in midair.
His right foot sends out a tsunami of air ripples, halting at fifty meters high. Then all his power gathers in his right fist, boiling back, lightning crashing down, and he brings it down with unstoppable force—the storm descends in full.
"This punch—"
"Can kill anything below Sect-class!"
His quiet murmur echoes all around, blazing like the sun.
Andrew's right fist points straight down—an explosive eruption.
This is an unprecedented application of Raging Downpour—even its Martial General-level creator could never have imagined such a spectacle.
In an instant—crash!
Those black-and-white eyes blaze with Inspiration, shining with peerless brilliance, merging with the wind and rain, descending in a mighty sweep over the barren mountain.
......
Deep within the barren mountain, inside a cave.
Two crimson figures emerge, their eyes cold as frost. One whispers, "There's a thunderstorm today. We need to warn the Mu-clan Specters. They're only at the General-class; if lightning strikes, they're doomed."
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Specters fear sunlight—and they fear thunder just as much.
Only those who reach Sect-class can ignore the forces of nature.
"You're right," the other Specter replies coolly. "Our Mu-clan has declined for years. Now, only Big Brother Mu Yi ranks among the great Specters. We must recover and not waste our clan's foundation."
These two are Mu Liu and Mu Qi, both Sect-class Specters.
This seemingly desolate mountain is actually the Mu-clan's territory.
"Enough."
Mu Liu, the first to speak, lets his ghostly form drift outward. "Let's go remind the other Mu-clan Specters. Mu Ba and Mu Jiu are dead, and Mu San's whereabouts are unknown. We can't afford more losses."
Hiss!
Mu Qi shudders, his spectral body trembling, but says no more.
The two drift along the cave passage, just reaching the entrance when their crimson eyes suddenly tremble, shocked as they look up at the sky.
The storm has arrived.
Radiant light swirls and surges, the storm infused with Solidified Core Internal Power and peerless Inspiration pours down over the mountain, reaching twenty meters in an instant.
"Damn it!"
"The thunderstorm is weakening our senses. This is a human's Mystery—Communing Art! Wake Big Brother Mu Yi, who's cultivating deep inside the mountain. I'll try to hold them off—" Mu Liu cries out in terror, realizing the gravity of the situation.
But—
There is no sound behind him.
"Mu Qi!"
"Stop dawdling and go find our eldest brother!" Eye Six’s ghostly body surged, about to frantically rush toward the other areas to rescue the Mu-clan specters.
In an instant.
A calm voice echoed in all directions: "Stay where you are. Do not move."
Andrew Han stood in midair, left hand clasped behind his back, his light-blue coat billowing, his expression serene.
His jade-like right hand, wreathed in countless currents of wind, gripped Eye Seven as if it were an iron clamp—immobilizing the struggling specter, rendering it utterly silent.
"Hm?"
"I told you not to move, yet you insisted." Andrew’s right hand tightened suddenly, like five colossal pillars closing around the heavens and earth. Inspiration surged forth, freezing everything at the cave entrance.
Crack.
Eye Seven’s ghostly body shattered, turning to dust and vanishing on the spot.
A guttural sound escaped.
Eye Six’s ghost body trembled uncontrollably, on the verge of collapse, staring desperately at Andrew Han’s gentle, jade-like smile. Yet in the face of overwhelming terror, it was frozen in place, unable to move a single inch.
Silence!
Under the vast sky, utter silence reigned.
Only the blinding storm, as fierce as a stampede of horses, descended with thunderous force, pouring over the entire barren mountain.
"Ahhh!"
"No—what is this? The rain, the rain is filled with Internal Power and Inspiration—"
As the torrential storm swept across, the supposedly desolate mountain rang with anguished, venomous wails—each one from a Mu-clan specter that had not reached Sect-class.
Anything below Sect-class cannot withstand it!
A single drop of rain, a gust of wind, or the dual pressure of Inspiration and Mystery-Communing Technique—any of these would sever the ghostly life of the specters.
At the cave entrance.
Andrew Han stood with hands behind his back, gazing up at the heavens.
Around him, swirling currents of wind and light formed a protective canopy, like a Paradise Umbrella shielding him from the storm he had conjured.
"Mm."
"The wind rages to the heavens, the rain falls to slaughter this mountain... Eye Six, what do you think?" Andrew Han gazed calmly at the trembling Sect-class specter, Eye Six.