The purple rainbow plunged into the purple lightning, followed by a pained scream.
When Deng Yunbo and the others heard it, their expressions changed drastically, and they were about to rush over to help when a dignified male voice suddenly rang out, "Did you not take my words seriously? Don't come over."
As soon as his voice fell, a dazzling golden light shone within the lightning. The lightning flashed wildly before dissipating, revealing Deng Tianxin's figure.
Deng Tianxin's face was slightly pale, and a finger-thick bloody hole gaped in his left chest, emitting the smell of something burnt.
"I concede. Fellow Daoist Wang, there's no need to hide any longer. Show yourself!"
Deng Tianxin frowned as he spoke. Lightning cultivators were too terrifying, leaving him no chance to engage in direct contact at all.
The thunder cloud churned violently, revealing Wang Mengbin's figure.
His entire body was wrapped in countless silver electric arcs. He looked like a thunder god, radiating an oppressive might.
Wang Mengbin cupped his fists and said, "You let me win, Fellow Daoist Deng. I hope you'll keep your promise."
Deng Tianxin was filled with resentment. Though unwilling to accept this outcome, he had no way to deal with Wang Mengbin and could only honor the bet after losing.
He took out an azure porcelain bottle and tossed it to Wang Mengbin.
"Let's go. We're heading back!"
Deng Tianxin swept out his sleeve and transformed into a golden streak of escaping light that shot through the air. He soon vanished into the horizon.
Deng Yunbo and the others were startled and hurriedly chased after him. The group left the area with their tails between their legs.
Wang Mengbin formed a Hand Seal. The thunder cloud churned violently before suddenly collapsing and vanishing.
Zhong Yangming was immediately greatly