If it hadn't been for the arrival of the white-haired old man, the God of Thunder would have been fallen in that battle.
"Damn it, am I not a match for this son of a bitch anymore?" The God of Thunder roared with profane curses. After the invectives, he sighed, "And yet, I indeed have no chance... to fight with this thing again."
The white-haired old man felt a pang of pain at these words.
He purposely mentioned Zhu Kexiu to incite the God of Thunder's desire for revenge.
The God of Thunder looked at the white-haired old man and smiled with relief in his eyes.
"I deceived the young man into the south, so he must bear a grudge against me.
I dare not go to see him again, so as to avoid embarrassment.
Let my useless body do the last thing for him.
I will help him wipe out the enemies of the Flying Spirit Mansion and Zhang Feng!"
He was already severely injured, with only three hundred years left of his lifespan.
With his strength, he was no match for any other great lord.
