Gu Rentong's mood was complicated. No one would feel good when, just as they were about to achieve their goal, someone suddenly barged in and got in the way.
And it wasn't just anyone who'd barged in—it was a towering pillar that seemed to prop up the heavens.
Shen Tianlan was only twenty-six years old. He was the closed-door disciple of Lei Wuji, the founding patriarch of the Heavenly Thunder Hall, accepted into the sect across generations.
Born with a Thunder Spirit Body, he had only been taken into the sect by Lei Wuji at eighteen. He had been practicing martial arts for just eight years.
Standing beside him was Lei Chen, the current Hall Master of the Heavenly Thunder Hall. By seniority, even Lei Chen had to address Shen Tianlan as martial uncle.
The martial artists in the arena whose cultivation surpassed the Earthly Fiend Realm had all gauged the depths of Shen Tianlan's strength. He had already reached the peak of the ninth level of the Xiantian Realm. His aura was rather volatile, not because his foundation was unstable, but because he was on the verge of a breakthrough that could come at any moment.
Perhaps he was deliberately suppressing his breakthrough.
Those born with a Thunder Spirit Body could command thunder by nature. Given Shen Tianlan's current strength, and with the home-field advantage of the Heavenly Thunder Hall, it was hard to say how an ordinary Earthly Fiend Realm martial artist would fare against him.
Only now did everyone understand why this year's martial tournament offered far richer rewards than in previous years. This tournament had been arranged by the Heavenly Thunder Hall for Shen Tianlan, all to build up his reputation.
Shen Tianlan would claim the championship, naturally win the Seven Treasures Spirit-Opening Jade Dew, then