This place really did get struck by lightning a lot. Was that why The Unassailable had such a taboo?
By now, Fu Qian could trigger the Calamity Power in his disaster eyes as smoothly as silk, though the exact manifestation was still highly unpredictable.
The sudden turn of events had, of course, been his doing.
Anyone who saw an elderly man still humbly seeking knowledge get so rudely turned away would undoubtedly be outraged on his behalf.
Although the old man had even withheld his own name, how could His Excellency An stoop to the same level? The promises he made had always been genuine.
It was an open era now. Such arrogant, closed-minded behavior deserved a little punishment.
What Fu Qian did was simple: he targeted the ancient building and unleashed the Calamity Power of the Tyrant.
To be fair, the house was quite sturdy. He could even see that it had a lightning rod.
Unfortunately, the form this calamity took had clearly surpassed the limits of the mundane.
The lightning stretched from heaven to earth, blue tinged with red, and came with an aura of utter destruction.
Before this transcendent power—which even ordinary people could faintly sense—all those little safety measures were useless.
In an instant, the private club was enlightened and began to demonstrate an open, welcoming attitude.
Though whether they were inside or out, everyone seemed unable to keep up with this sudden, drastic change.
The building was still teetering on the brink of collapse. The doorman who had just turned Old Man down was now frozen as if petrified.
San Hao, who had been looking at him through the window, had not even had time to savor the satisfaction before he stiffly turned his head this way.
*Are you ready to bear all the consequences