Li Qingyuan lightly waved his sleeve, sending out a corpse.
At the sight of Lei Jian's corpse, Thunder Fire Spirit Lord's mind buzzed, and he froze for a moment.
Then towering fury erupted. His Spirit Lord Dharma Form surged with heavenly thunder and fire dragons, wrathful lightning carrying chilling killing intent.
"You little beast, what have you done?"
"You actually dared to kill this old man's beloved disciple."
Boom!
Thunder Fire Spirit Lord was incomparably enraged, his fury uncontrollable. As a Late Body Integration Stage powerhouse who cultivated both Dharma and body, Seven-colored Heavenly Thunder and fire dragons engulfed him. His Thunder Fire Golden Body Dharma Form stood three thousand zhang tall as he struck out with one palm.
Among his disciples, Lei Jian had not possessed the highest talent, but he had been the most steadfast and unyielding, and had inherited the deepest portion of his Thunder Fire Golden Body legacy.
He had even permitted Lei Jian to use the same title, granting him the designation "Thunder Fire Dao Lord." Clearly, he had intended for Lei Jian to inherit his mantle.
He knew that he would find it difficult to ascend to Mahayana in this lifetime. Yet Lei Jian, this disciple, had been a late bloomer. The heavens rewarded diligence; miracles often happened when one neared the end of one's lifespan. Lei Jian had repeatedly achieved miraculous breakthroughs at the brink of life and death.
Lei Jian had already been the successor to Thunder Fire Immortal Sect in his eyes, the next "Thunder Fire Spirit Lord."
Yet now, seeing his beloved disciple's corpse—his soul scattered, his Primordial Spirit extinguished, his body shattered, his Nascent Soul taken—his fury erupted.
The Seven-Colored Great Heavenly Tribulation erupted like a volcano that had lain dormant for ten thousand years. This power could destroy