"Is that the little ghost called Zhang Qingyuan, the one who has recently risen to fame and humiliated members of my Ten Thousand Thunder Mountain at the Heavenly Gate?"
A dangerous glint flashed through the leading Thunder King Old Ancestor's eyes as his icy voice rang beside everyone's ears.
"That's him, that little ghost! I'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes!"
Old man Lei Yingzi stared fixedly at Zhang Qingyuan in the distance, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fury.
"Humph! Useless trash!"
The Thunder King Old Ancestor snorted coldly. Even the void trembled, seeming on the verge of splitting apart. A terrifying pressure swept through old man Lei Yingzi's heart and soul, making him shudder as he felt unprecedented terror!
"Yes, Old Ancestor, please forgive me!"
Old man Lei Yingzi's face went pale as he stammered out an apology to the Thunder King Old Ancestor.
"Old Ancestor, please forgive him. Since that little ghost Zhang Qingyuan has been able to make such a great name for himself, he presumably isn't someone with an undeserved reputation. Although Junior Brother Lei Tingzi had remained at the Heavenly Being realm for many years, he had not improved in all that time. Facing such a prodigy was likely beyond his power."
At his side, Lei Song, bent like an ancient pine and leaning on a walking stick, narrowed his eyes at the sight. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately spoke up to plead for him.
"That kid made a tremendous name for himself across the eight provinces of the Outer Continent, riding the tide of great momentum into Central Continent. He is now at the height of his brilliance, with the will of heaven upon him."
"Since a deadly feud has already been forged, this is the perfect