A figure wreathed in golden thunder and radiating terrifying pressure slowly stepped out into the world.
With every step he took, even the void seemed to tremble, sending out ripples visible to the naked eye. The many Thunder Spirit Tribe powerhouses all wore looks of astonishment.
Clearly, the pressure this figure gave them was far too powerful. Even the Thunder Spirit Old Ancestor had never made them feel this way.
What shocked them even more was that this person was actually using the supreme treasure of the Thunder Spirit Tribe—the Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder!
This Immortal Grade thunder that no one had been able to subdue since the first Old Ancestor of the Thunder Spirit Tribe!
The Thunder Spirit Old Ancestor likewise stared at Mo Yu's figure with fear and solemnity. From his body, even he could sense a trace of danger.
Under the countless horrified gazes, Mo Yu stopped walking. He looked at the Thunder Spirit Old Ancestor without the slightest ripple in his expression, as if what had just happened had been as insignificant as a mosquito bite.
Seeing this, the corner of the Thunder Spirit Old Ancestor's mouth twitched. He then gnashed his teeth and said, "You detestable thief! You stole the Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder of my Thunder Spirit Tribe. Do you intend to fight my Thunder Spirit Tribe to the death?"
"Stole?"
Hearing this, Mo Yu smiled disdainfully and said, "I never thought that after living for so many years, the Thunder Spirit Old Ancestor would still be so naive. In the Great Thousand World, the strong are respected. The Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder has never acknowledged anyone in the Thunder Spirit Tribe except the first Clan Head.
"Strictly speaking, the Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder and the Thunder Spirit Tribe no longer have much of