Boom!
The third bolt of thunder tribulation fell. Thick lightning completely swallowed the Overturning Thunder Seal. From afar, all that remained was a dazzling mass of lightning running rampant.
The crowd below stared blankly at the scene. They did not know why the grandmaster who had forged the weapon was not acting, and every heart tightened along with it.
This was already the third thunder tribulation. No one knew whether that weapon could withstand it.
Though it seemed precarious, many still held onto a sliver of hope, their eyes fixed on the sky as they waited to see the final outcome.
Grandmaster Mode and the others gazed solemnly at the sky, their fists clenched until they creaked.
Then they looked at Wang Teng, who appeared utterly unconcerned, and their teeth began to ache.
"Grandmaster Wang Teng, aren't you worried?" Grandmaster Mode could not help asking.
"Rest assured. I have confidence in the Overturning Thunder Seal." Wang Teng stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky with a faint smile.
"..."
Grandmaster Mode and the others truly wanted to ask where exactly his confidence came from.
"After all, I forged it. Of course it's extraordinary," Wang Teng added.
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched. Countless complaints surged in their hearts.
At a time like this, he still had the leisure to show off!
Take care of yourself, Grandmaster Wang Teng!
"Look!" Suddenly, Grandmaster Hai Rou'er cried out from nearby.
Everyone perked up, their eyes following where Grandmaster Hai Rou'er pointed, toward the thunderclouds overhead.
The pitch-black thunderclouds had not dispersed at all. Instead, they grew even darker and heavier, pressing downward as if suspended above everyone's heads.
Countless bolts of lightning darted within them, like flood dragons churning through a black sea, tearing the dark clouds apart.