The Daoist of Black Thunder

Desolate Mountain, mountaintop!

Cheng Buzheng, who had been sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked toward the direction from which the thunder had come.

A streak of black appeared on the horizon.

It drew closer, and the spiritual energy fluctuations grew stronger. The rumbling thunder gradually became clearer as well.

On the mountaintop of Desolate Mountain, the Golden Core cultivators all turned to look in that direction.

In the blink of an eye,

the dark cloud, surrounded by thunder snakes, appeared before them.

Seeing this,

a Golden Core cultivator gazed at it with uncertainty and murmured,

"Madam Lin has quite a lot of pull!"

"She actually managed to invite Daoist Black Thunder, that formidable figure!"

The man's surname was Xia, and he was also known as Daoist Huang. His voice was quiet, but every cultivator present had sharp eyes and ears.

Hearing his whispered hint, they immediately realized who the man was.

Likewise,

Cheng Buzheng clearly heard what he said, and couldn't help but feel startled.

The moment he heard the three words "Daoist Black Thunder,"

Cheng Buzheng immediately knew the man's origins.

Over the years, he had roamed the Endless Sea and heard the names of many cultivators.

Daoist Black Thunder was one of them.

The rumors said that this man had started out as a Rogue Cultivator. He was a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, and his Black Thunder Technique was vicious beyond compare. Ordinary mid-stage Golden Core cultivators would find it difficult to escape his clutches. He was notorious for his ruthlessness.

The event that had made him famous had taken place fifty years ago. With his mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, he had fought a late-stage Golden Core cultivator to a draw. Once word of this battle had spread, cultivators far and wide had come to know his