"Boom!"
Between crests of thunder and flashes of lightning, the youth berated old Taoist Zhang Decheng in a torrent of fury, taking on a somewhat frustrated and enraged demeanor.
Zhang Decheng's face didn't look too good either, his lips opened and closed a few times, but no words came out.
"So, are you unwilling to offer any explanation to me?" The youth, face black as pitch, sternly admonished.
Zhang Decheng remained silent for a good while, unsure of what to say.
"Boom!"
By now, the seventh wave of thunder had descended, on the verge of completing the Crossing Tribulation, and achieving the rank of Infant God.
"Hmm?"
"Huh?"
Both men blinked in surprise as the ongoing Thunder Tribulation suddenly dissipated.
"Did someone on the side-lines not stand the sight and take action to scatter it?" The youth puzzled out loud.
