The sudden lightning strike blasted Ding Mingcang until blood poured from all seven orifices. He was hurled away in an instant and rolled several times before coming to a stop.
"Who... who was that!?"
With trembling hands, Ding Mingcang wiped away the blood that kept spurting from his mouth and nose.
His eyes were filled with dread.
For some reason, that crimson thunder had carried the feel of a heavenly thunder tribulation...
Could it be the Heavenly Dao?... No, it couldn't possibly be the Heavenly Dao! I must not fall into this brat's trap!
Ding Mingcang swiftly dismissed that absurd thought.
Although that lightning strike had inflicted considerable internal injuries and left him in a sorry state,
it was a far cry from a true thunder tribulation.
Then Ding Mingcang thought of Chao Wendao.
Chao Wendao was the cultivator most skilled in thunder arts in the Spirit Cloud Sect.
But he knew Chao Wendao well. The man would never hide in the shadows.
Besides, even if it was Chao Wendao, what of it?
With the Sect Master's Decree in hand, even Chao Wendao could do nothing to him!
"What skulking rat is playing god here!? Show yourself!!!"
Ding Mingcang forced himself to endure his internal injuries and scanned his surroundings warily.
He kept expanding the range of his spiritual sense, yet detected no suspicious movement whatsoever.
Everyone present was bewildered.
Zhong Yi knew his master's thunder arts better than anyone. That crimson thunder was definitely not Chao Wendao's handiwork.
The Sect Master of the Spirit Cloud Sect frowned almost imperceptibly.
Although he was present only through his spiritual sense, he still felt a faint, peculiar sense of familiarity.
Those thunder arts just now...
were no ordinary feat!
Only Lu Ze's lips curved into a slight smile.
He knew the Fragment