Bound by Xuan Yuan Haoran's orders, the mountain guards still wanted to drive Xiao Chen and the others away. But before one of them could finish speaking, Thunderstorm let out a shout, transformed into a streak of lightning, and flew over, smashing him to the ground with a vicious punch.
The man screamed as the electricity scorched him black on the outside and tender within. His hair stood wildly on end; he trembled a few times before crashing down, foam spilling from his mouth.
"You dare attack? Men, someone is storming the mountain!" Another guard's eyes flew wide open. He had never imagined that the strange rat wreathed in divine lightning would truly dare to strike. This was Dao Peak Mountain—once they made a move, it would mean utter ruin.
Now that things had come to this.
Even though Xuan Yuan Haoran had ordered them not to attack Xiao Chen and his party, this matter could no longer end peacefully.
Very soon.
A group of powerful experts wreathed in terrifying divine light appeared, descending from the void and surrounding Xiao Chen's group.
Seeing the mountain guard still twitching on the ground, everyone's expressions turned exceedingly ugly.
"The Mountain Lord mercifully spared your lives, yet you dared lay such vicious hands on our people. Do you truly wish to die?" Lightning surged within one man's eyes, and his gaze was icy to the bone.
Knowing Xiao Chen's strength, Dao Peak Mountain had sent only men in their prime this time.
Every one of them stood above the Sun King.
"We came to save our grandfather. You refused peace talks and denied him any path to survival. I think you cowardly rats are the ones courting death!" Thunderstorm floated in the air, his voice booming like thunder.
He and Xiao Chen were