The Thunder God Helps Me, You Brat!

A thick bolt of purple lightning suddenly crashed down from the clear sky without warning!

In the next instant, the sky, which had been cloudless just moments before, was suddenly blanketed in thunderclouds, a terrifying force brewing within them.

Li Xingyue shot up into the sky.

He stood beneath the thunderclouds.

A lightning-shaped mark between his brows suddenly blazed with dazzling light.

Li Xingyue closed his eyes, spread his arms, and roared, "Thunder God, help me!!!"

"Rumble!!!"

The Thunder God seemed to answer, thunder booming without end.

Thousands upon thousands of bolts of lightning, like silver snakes dancing wildly, came crashing down from the heavy clouds.

But their target wasn't Hutai Xie and the others. Every last bolt hurtled toward Li Xingyue, who stood beneath the thunderclouds with his arms spread wide!

Hutai Xie's pupils contracted, and a sudden foreboding rose in his heart.

He shouted, "This is bad! Stop him, quickly!"

At his words, a Middle Stage Innate cultivator charged forward at the head of the group. Spiritual energy gathered in his hand, ready to blast Li Xingyue to smithereens with one strike.

But he had barely made it halfway.

A purple bolt of lightning, thick as a barrel, crashed down from the sky and hurtled straight toward him.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in the bolt, every hair on the Middle Stage Innate cultivator's body stood on end.

He hurriedly summoned his spiritual energy, forming a shield around himself.

"Rumble!!!"

The barrel-thick bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky and slammed into the spiritual-energy shield the Middle Stage Innate cultivator had hastily raised.

"Crack!"

It didn't hold for even a single breath.

The purple lightning smashed through the shield, then struck the Middle Stage Innate cultivator head-on.

Blasted by the power of the lightning,

the Middle Stage