As the starving Overseer opposite Song Zhong finished speaking, dazzling beams of golden lightning abruptly bloomed all around him. The light was so blinding that, in that instant, his figure could no longer be made out at all; all that could be seen were clusters of golden radiance.
The entire world was illuminated until it was incomparably bright, golden light everywhere.
The other man had not even made a move, yet streaks of lightning radiance were already splashing out in every direction. When they fell to the ground, they instantly blasted clumps of wild grass and towering trees alike into charred black ruin.
In that instant, the entire world became a world of lightning.
The Lightning Dao.
Song Zhong looked at the lightning revealed by the man before him and, for a moment, laughed again. At the same time, he nodded in approval.
"Your lightning's strength is indeed the strongest of any cultivator I've ever encountered."
But when the other man saw Song Zhong's manner, his brows furrowed slightly. Though Song Zhong was praising him, his expression was far too calm. That was clearly not normal.
Song Zhong continued, "However, your lightning is not the strongest lightning I have ever seen.
"Because the strongest lightning I have ever seen is my own lightning!"
The next instant, streaks of violet lightning erupted around Song Zhong. The lightning was dazzling, turning the world that had originally become a sheet of gold into one half violet and one half gold.
He truly had not lied. The cultivator before him was, among all the cultivators he had encountered, the one with the strongest lightning; it was even not inferior to the lightning he was displaying now.
Because he was worried that the God Race might be observing him, he had only revealed the Lightning