Thunderball Against Heaven's Might, the Tianhe Sect Master

But judging from the sheer momentum alone, Chen Ze had merely condensed a ball of lightning. Compared to the heavenly phenomenon Elder Lin had stirred up, it seemed somewhat meager.

The dark clouds Elder Lin had summoned nearly covered the entire sky. Lightning weaved and roared within them, as though it would destroy the whole world.

It seemed Elder Lin held the upper hand.

Yet Chen Ze remained utterly calm. He knew full well that a spell's power could not be judged by appearances alone.

This was called Return to Simplicity, understand?

He sneered inwardly. It was like those ordinary folk who saw only the splendor of flowers, never realizing that the roots buried deep in the soil were the foundation of life.

Under Chen Ze's control, that enormous ball of lightning slowly rose into the air. Like a purple sun, it radiated a mysterious and majestic glow, echoing the lightning within the dark clouds Elder Lin had summoned from afar.

"You ignorant brat, you think this alone can shake Heaven's Might?"

Elder Lin sneered. His voice remained clearly audible amid the thunder, brimming with disdain and contempt, as though Chen Ze were merely an ant overestimating itself.

"Is that really so?" Chen Ze's expression did not change, but a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

Immediately afterward, purple lightning flickered through the darkness. Its radiance grew brighter and stronger, casting everything around it in a dreamlike haze.

Yet behind that illusion lay a murderous intent that chilled the soul, like an icy blade hidden behind a beautiful painting, ready at any moment to strike the enemy dead.

As Elder Lin watched the purple lightning in the sky, an inexplicable unease rose in his heart.

His brows furrowed, and a trace of panic flashed through his eyes. Still, he forcibly