Beneath the pitch-black heavens, Indra hovered in midair, wreathed in lightning. Dense spheres of electricity circled him, emitting a low hum.
On the ground, a battered carriage stood off to one side. Master Chen, clad in white, stood before it.
The birdsong and flowers around him were constantly shattered and reconstructed by the lightning, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind and rain. Though violently buffeted, it still stood tall.
Master Chen held a ruler, continuously striking down the falling lightning. Its tip had already been scorched black. He stood there with a grim expression, the burn marks left by lightning clearly visible on his white robes.
"Ant, if you had kept hiding in that carriage, I truly might not have been able to do anything to you..." Indra looked down at the disheveled Master Chen and sneered. "But you insisted on seeking death by coming out to fight me. Now, do you still think you can leave?!"
Boom—!!
A thick bolt of lightning crashed down upon Master Chen's head. Most of it was dispersed by the ruler in his hand, while the rest struck his inner "realm." Master Chen let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale.
He snorted coldly, straightened his back, and declared loudly:
"You kill my people and ravage my land. If I still stubbornly avoid battle at a time like this, how could this old man still call himself a citizen of Great Xia?
"How can Great Xia's territory allow you to run wild as you please?!"
The ruler in Master Chen's hand swung repeatedly, and surging killing intent swept across the sky, nearly solidifying into substance. The resounding sound of recitation came from within his inner "realm," vast and majestic!
Indra transformed into a streak of lightning and suddenly kicked at