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Chapter nine: Lightning and Blood
Author: Miss Meadows
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Rain poured like shattered glass, slicing through the courtyard. The earth was already mud, the banners drenched and whipping in the wind.

Lin Dong stood rooted in the center, golden light coiling around his palm like a living flame. He didn’t mean to summon it the rune simply answered the chaos around him, pulsing in rhythm with the thunder.

Across the courtyard, Lei Li dismounted in a single, fluid motion. Lightning crawled along his arm like a serpent. His grin was sharp, predatory.

“So it was you.”

He stepped closer, boots sinking into the wet soil. “The boy with no standing, no cultivation worth naming and yet you dare touch a power like that?”

Lin Dong’s pulse hammered in his ears. He could feel the Lin disciples gathering behind him, their fear like static in the air. He wanted to speak, to explain but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Lei Li raised his hand. The sky seemed to answer.

“Let me show you what happens when lightning meets dust.”

He thrust his palm
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