"Courting death!"
Meng Leize snorted coldly and swung his fist as well. Thunder surged, and the raging lightning transformed into a roaring giant lion that opened its bloody maw and bit toward Su Jie's head.
The mainstream cultivation of the Nine Heavens Sacred Land centered on various lightning techniques, and its disciples were especially skilled at wielding thunder.
As the current Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Sacred Land, Meng Leize cultivated the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Canon, the most top-tier of all thunder techniques.
It was said that once cultivated to profound depths, one could transform into the origin of thunder and imitate the heavenly lightning of the Thirty-three Heavens, unleashing terrifying might.
Boom!
In an instant, the two sides collided.
The Thunder Giant Lion formed from Meng Leize's lightning seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer, twisting and warping.
Crack!
A faint sound of bones breaking echoed through the void. The red and purple figures separated at the slightest contact.
Su Jie's blood and qi burned throughout his body as he stood rooted to the spot.
Across from him, Meng Leize staggered back dozens of steps before barely stabilizing himself. His face flushed bright red, while his right arm trembled incessantly, his muscles spasming and quivering.
The outcome of their pure clash of strength was obvious at a glance.
"How is this possible?"
Feeling the pain in his arm and that terrifying force, Meng Leize could not help but furrow his brows.
He often tempered his body with thunder. In terms of physical strength alone, he was strong enough to dominate the Purple Mansion Realm. Ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators had no choice but to be crushed beneath him.
Meng Leize had never imagined that one day he would be surpassed in pure strength—and in a crushing