That night.
Dark clouds obscured the moon.
Heavy rain poured relentlessly.
Unaware of the tremendous waves he had caused by breaking through to the Profound and True Martial Arts and seizing power,
As well as a series of subsequent measures by Xuanwu.
Chen Sheng was completely absorbed in his cultivation, experiencing the pleasure brought by the continuous leaps in strength.
On the mountain top.
Closest to the thunderclouds.
Standing there,
One could clearly see thick Thunder Dragons flying up and down within the thunderclouds.
They were ready to strike.
They roared and growled.
As if provoked.
Provoked by Chen Sheng.
"Come, come again!"
A clear and powerful voice echoed on the mountain peak.
Chen Sheng's clothes had already turned into ashes under the continuous thunderbolt strikes.
Even his formidable body was charred black.
Wisp of smoke wafted from various parts of his body.
Up close, one could even smell a faint burnt fragrance.
