"Heavenly Thunder of Nine Realms! Strike me!!"
The thunder fell silent for a moment.
Zheng Zetian roared,
"Strike me! I can withstand at least seven! Strike!"
In the next instant, thunder and lightning roared! A pillar of lightning as bright as daylight descended from the sky, wrapping the frenzied youth in mid-air!
Gathering the cultivation of a thousand Tiger Ben from six masters of Yu Mountain, further boosted by the supreme Ziwei Xuandu Thunder Fire Formation's infusion, this was Zheng Zetian's method to instantly break through the Nascent Soul!
This is the way of Luo Sect!
Dark arts!
"Ahhhhh————!!"
Lightning flooded every inch of skin and every pore, relying entirely on the numerous golden spell symbols all over his body, like shackles, like patches, like threads that tightly bind his human form together, only then Zheng Zetian didn't immediately dissipate into ashes under the Heavenly Thunder!
