"But Boss..."
Yao Ziyan bit her lip, her voice laced with worry.
The Ancient Thunder Tribulation—this was no ordinary tribulation.
It was a force of destruction, a calamity sent by the heavens themselves.
Yet Luo Chuan stood there, unmoved, as if the impending disaster was nothing more than a passing drizzle.
He waved a hand dismissively, his tone as flat as ever.
"It's just a bit of thunder. Nothing to worry about."
His calmness was unshakable, and for some reason, it put her at ease.
But even so—
Above them, the swirling vortex of dark clouds was still descending.
It had fallen to less than a hundred meters above the ground.
Like a colossal curtain of darkness, pressing down—
Suffocating. Oppressive.
Then—
CRACK!
A deafening roar split the heavens.
A single bolt of violet lightning coalesced in an instant and then descended.
The space beneath it shattered like fragile glass.
The sheer power distorted the air, sending a pulse of destruction rippling outward.
Yao Ziyan's pupils shrank.
This kind of power...
It could erase an entire city in an instant!
Yet—
Just as the bolt was about to strike—
"Have I ever let you down?"
Luo Chuan's voice cut through the storm, calm and weightless, as if he were asking about something trivial.
But at that moment—
Everything stopped.
---
The purple lightning—
Paused.
Suspended mid-air, frozen in place as if time itself had ceased to move.
The swirling vortex of clouds halted its rotation, the oppressive winds vanished in an instant.
Stillness.
Silence.
As if the entire world was waiting—
Holding its breath for what would come next.
Yao Ziyan's eyes widened in shock.
What... just happened?!
One sentence.
That was all it took.
A mere whisper in the face of heaven's wrath—
And yet, it had brought the Ancient Thunder Tribulation to an immediate halt.
She trembled, her heart pounding violently in her chest.
How powerful is the boss…?
---
Luo Chuan gazed up at the motionless thunderbolt, his expression indifferent.
If one looked closely, they would see—
The lightning itself was trembling.
What is it afraid of?
The answer was clear.
Him.
Then, Luo Chuan spoke a single word.
"Go."
Like a decree of absolute authority—
A law written into the fabric of reality itself.
As if given permission to flee, the violet thunderbolt recoiled, retreating into the dark vortex above.
In the next breath, the clouds scattered—
As if they had never been there in the first place.
The sky, once shrouded in darkness, was now clear and blue once more.
The sun shone brightly, casting golden light over the land.
The apocalyptic scene from mere moments ago—
Gone.
As if nothing had ever happened.
---
Yao Ziyan stood in place, stunned.
That was the Ancient Thunder Tribulation.
The legendary catastrophe that no one could stop.
And yet, Luo Chuan had dismissed it as if it were nothing but an inconvenience.
She felt as if she were in a dream.
"It's over."
Luo Chuan turned around, casually patting her shoulder.
"You can relax now."
With that, he walked back into Origin Mall, as if this entire incident had never even happened.
Yao Ziyan stared at his retreating figure, her mind still blank.
Then—
A slow smile spread across her face.
She took a deep breath, shook off her lingering daze, and followed him inside.
"Boss, I'm going to cook."
"Mhm. Make a little extra today."
"Alright!"
Just like that—
Life at Origin Mall returned to normal.
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Imperial City.
Ji Wuhui gripped his fists tightly as he watched the scene unfold from afar.
The sheer destructive aura of that purple lightning—
Even from this distance, it made his soul tremble.
"If that had struck me, I wouldn't even have had time to react before turning to ash."
Beside him, Old Bai's expression was equally grave.
Both of them had absolute confidence in Luo Chuan's strength.
But even so—
When faced with a calamity of this magnitude, doubt had crept into their hearts.
Can even he stop something like this…?
And then—
They had witnessed the impossible.
A single command had sent the tribulation running.
Ji Wuhui's mouth went dry.
"How... how did he do that?"
Old Bai was equally stunned.
There were no techniques. No flashy displays of power.
Just a single word.
"Go."
And the heavens obeyed.
---
Neither Ji Wuhui nor Mr. Bai spoke for a long time.
They couldn't.
Because at this moment, they realized—
The true strength of Luo Chuan…
Was beyond anything they could comprehend.