A blade light, flickering with crimson Liu Yan, slashed through the sky with absolute resolve.
All who witnessed this blade felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts, and their brows ached incessantly.
It was as if just by glancing at it, the blade had already cleaved them in two from between their eyebrows.
"Is this the might of the Great Luo?" someone murmured softly.
Xue An, however, laughed at this moment, and then, with a flip of his hand, a flat-bottomed pan wrapped in countless furious thunderbolts appeared in his grasp.
"Nine Revolutions Thunder Sovereign, this is your first battle after proving yourself as the True God of the Thunder Department, so don't lose, okay!"
Nine Revolutions Thunder Sovereign.
Oh, one should call him Thunder God now. Upon hearing this, he first fell silent, then hysterically shouted, "Young Lord, are you trying to play me to death?"
