Li Xin, however, remained calm.
He poured himself another cup of wine and looked out at the sky reddened by golden-red lightning.
"Close?"
He shook his head, a teasing smile curling at his lips.
"In this plane..."
"He is the ruler of thunder."
"As for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's childish lightning..."
"It is not even worthy of carrying Sikong Zhen's shoes."
The thunder gradually subsided, though its lingering might remained.
The golden-red fiery lightning filling the skies above Chang'an City slowly converged into that towering figure.
Sikong Zhen stood in the air, purple currents still crackling around him from time to time—a sign that his power was overflowing.
He lowered his head, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and locking onto the broad terrace extending from Taibai Restaurant.
There, a familiar figure stood with his hands behind his back.
Li Xin had just emerged from the mechanism Secret Chamber downstairs. The entrance to the Mo Family Mechanism City behind him had not fully closed, and the dull grinding of interlocking gears still echoed.
Jing quietly followed half a step behind his side.
"Whoosh—"
A violent gust howled past.
Sikong Zhen descended like a falling meteor, landing heavily on the terrace.
The hard marble floor did not crack, but the instant his feet touched down, the entire Taibai Restaurant seemed to sink slightly beneath his imposing presence.
The lightning faded.
Sikong Zhen's burly body dropped to one knee, his movements forceful and powerful as his armor collided with a sharp clang.
"Your subordinate, Sikong Zhen, greets Master!"
His voice was thunderous, making the air itself hum.
He raised his head. His eyes, once full of majesty, now burned with irrepressible battle intent.
The desire to vent, destroy, and prove himself after gaining peerless power was utterly undisguised in his