The cultivation technique Luo Qian practiced possessed the art of controlling thunder, yet Lu Xiaotian could not control fire. From this perspective, as long as he could keep cultivating it, Luo Qian's strength would definitely be extraordinary. However, cultivating the Profound Yang True Thunder Technique required constantly collecting exotic thunders. These exotic thunders were rare treasures of heaven and earth, and to obtain even one was already a supreme fortuitous encounter, let on several, reaching the point of the legendary ninety-nine returning to one—that was simply an Arabian night.
Of course, the difficulty of cultivating such a high-difficulty technique could be imagined, and since Luo Qian had embarked on this path, he must have already prepared himself psychologically in this regard.
As that palm thunder was unleashed, Luo Qian swept his palm out, and immediately thunder rolled across the sky. Clear-sky lightning shook, and dark clouds gathered. Streak after streak of falling thunder struck down like thunder descending from the nine heavens. While the Crimson Firmament Grade-A Thunder descended, the dozen or so afterimages of the red-tailed scorpion demon were shattered one after another, and the Crimson Firmament Grade-A Thunder targeted the red-tailed scorpion demon directly.
The red-tailed scorpion demon let out a strange cry, and the iceballs spat from its mouth transformed into several ice spears that rose up to meet the sky, striking against the Crimson Firmament Grade-A Thunder.
The red-tailed scorpion demon refused to show weakness, and the crimson ice needles on its tail transformed into a few torrents, going tit for tat against the falling thunder.
The crimson scorpion demon appeared to have already blocked Luo Qian's methods, yet a look of gratified relief surfaced in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. That continuously falling Crimson Firmament Grade-A Thunder had unexpectedly formed a thunder array, trapping the red-tailed scorpion