The old man in white's face did not change, clearly not as early as expected.
Lin Dun said, "Martial Emperor, it's only this!"
Thunder Emperor's face was breathing heavily, "Oh, but wait until I do this, I will see how long you can hold on?"
With a flick of Lei Di's sleeve, the sound of thunder roared like a volcano. It shot straight into the clouds, flashing with light, adorned with patterns. A golden sword was pulled out from the Thunder Emperor's large hand. The thunder was clear, loud, and booming, the Thunder Sword fell, the power of the thunder split apart, leaving a black contradiction on the platform.
"Lei Tong's divination."
"The sound of thunder killed a thousand people."
Reddy exerted himself in vain, sick as thunder, sick as lightning, commanding a large saber, the sound of thunder came furiously like a giant wave from the town.
