Despicable Tactics

Lu Changsheng lowered his head and looked at his palm. The palm-sized Azure Sacred Thunder floated above it, its entire body an ultimate azure hue without the slightest impurity. Fine arcs of electricity constantly burst across its surface. Each flash tore a piercing shriek from the surrounding air, even scorching patches of black onto the World Tree's tough bark.

Even more wondrously, countless tiny runes seemed to flicker in and out of existence within the lightning. Every flicker came with a deep rumble of thunder, releasing violent thunder power that struggled relentlessly in his palm, trying to break free of its restraints.

"Crackle, crackle—"

Beneath the lightning's glow, a faint azure layer appeared over Lu Changsheng's palm. Even his meridians ached faintly beneath the thunder's scouring.

The Imperial Butterfly flew out from his hair and settled on his shoulder. Its wings fluttered gently, stirring a ring of tiny light. Staring at the azure lightning, it spoke with a hint of emotion. "Eh? This is Azure Sacred Thunder. I remember that when Lord Minggu Sea Emperor subdued this thunder, he endured three full months in the Azure Nether Thunder Pool. His body was shattered by lightning seven times before he barely managed to absorb it into himself."

Lu Changsheng's gaze narrowed slightly.

Even a powerhouse like Minggu Sea Emperor had paid such a terrible price to subdue this thunder? He could now feel even more clearly just how tyrannical the lightning in his hand was. The five Strange Thunders within his body were quiet to the point of submission. Under the pressure of Azure Sacred Thunder, even the most violent Primordial Beast Thunder had restrained its edge and retreated on its own, not daring to contend with it.

He could not help but think, if he completely refined this Azure Sacred