"You thieves of the Star Sovereign Sacred Sect!"
"Instead of hiding in the depths of chaos and clinging to life, you dare show yourselves!"
Before his words had faded, Dao Lan raised a hand, and a banana fan a full ten feet across appeared in his grasp.
Traces of wind and thunder patterned the fan. Gold edged its frame, gold and jade thunderstones adorned it, heavenly wind formed its branches, and thunderfire its bones. It was a divine treasure.
As True Lord Daolan held the fan, a fierce aura of wind and thunder swept outward. It gathered behind his head and became a clear Mystic Gate Wind-Thunder Dao Wheel.
"In the past, we of the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect showed mercy and spared your lives. Now I see we should have wiped you out to the last!"
True Lord Daolan had a fiery temper. With one sweep of the Thunderfire Banana Fan, violent astral winds and thunderfire surged forward like a vast tide.
In an instant, endless thunderfire filled the void like towering waves. Even the chaotic thunderfire raging through the void turbulence was driven backward by its ferocious power.
For a moment, boundless thunderfire roared through the void, annihilating everything for millions of miles around.
Yet Rogue Star and his companions remained unhurried before the overwhelming blaze.
They were no ordinary tribulation cultivators.
As True Lord Daolan had said, they were remnants of the Star Sovereign Sacred Sect. They had fled the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect's pursuit, but the fact that they had survived until today proved their strength.
"Dao Lan, curb your arrogance!"
A vast sweep of starlight surged forth, becoming a scorching torrent that howled toward him.
Rogue Star glared at Dao Lan, his eyes full of fury. "Back then, Penglai, Qinghua, and Tianhe used your power