Of all the myriad worlds, if there was one place where Qin Yang had achieved the feat of "Brother was not in the martial world, yet the martial world still carried Brother's legends," it had to be the Incense Realm.
There was also no other place where he had been targeted by the world itself and struck by lightning twice.
Last time, it had only been a projection, yet the Incense Realm had flown into a towering rage, making it seem as if he had secretly slipped into some young maiden's bedchamber. It had insisted on beating him to death with one stick.
This time, he had still come through the Hu Liang Fragment. His true body had arrived. By all rights, this was a perfectly legitimate official road, though that proper road had been abandoned for many years.
Yet the Incense Realm still refused to show him any respect. It had forcibly extinguished his life force with Extinguishing Divine Thunder, and that still had not been enough. It even wanted to whip the corpse and reduce him to ashes.
Qin Yang was rather unhappy. He had stood at attention and taken the beating; he had definitely given it enough face. Yet it still would not let the matter rest.
Watching the power continuing to gather in the sky, Qin Yang folded his arms and waited coldly for the final divine thunderbolt to descend.
To be fair, a tribulation lightning like this really could not kill him.
Unless its instantaneous burst was enough to blast him into ashes in one strike and send him straight on the express route to the World of the Dead, merely dragging things out like this would not kill him even in ten thousand years.
As he had said before, if it was a tangible