Zhu Ting refused to accept it!
He still had plenty of trump cards he hadn't used!
The Thunder Stepping Technique!
The forbidden awakening method of the Nine Heavens Thunder Body!
His hidden Purple Thunder Divine Fetus!
If he had used them all, Gu Chensha could never have beaten him so easily. How could he have suffered such a humiliating defeat?!
What he found hardest to accept was this:
The sect had publicized the Holy Son battle and invited Core Disciples, True Inheritance Disciples, and Elders to watch!
For someone as proud as him, it was unbearable!
Even if the order had come from his father, the sect master and a Destroy Star Realm cultivator,
he might not have obeyed!
But... those words had come from Thunder Ancestor, the Great Grandfather he revered above all others!
Despite his resentment and frustration,
Zhu Ting ultimately chose to listen.
The sect master's eyes flickered. With a sigh, he too turned toward the old man.
The old man rose in a purple robe, a divine violet mark emblazoned between his brows.
A terrifying aura of destruction rippled within it, held tightly in check!
If the sect master stood among the strongest at the peak of the Destroy Star Realm,
then Thunder Ancestor had reached Destroy Star Perfection. He had found a balance between life and destruction, touched the edge of a law, and stood just one step from becoming a Half-Step World Lord!
"Great Grandfather..." Zhu Ting looked at the old man, his voice fading as he forced it down.
"People outside already say the Nine Saints Sect's decline can't be stopped."
"Now that I've lost, the disciples will be in a panic!"
Thunder Ancestor finally spoke. His eyes fixed on Zhu Ting. "I know."
Zhu Ting's heart jolted. "Then why...?"
Thunder Ancestor glanced