He was an Earth Immortal who had come from Southern Jambudvipa. He knew that anyone who could cultivate to the earth immortal realm on that land was shrewd beyond measure.
How could someone like that willingly become cannon fodder?
Below the cloud platform.
Wang Xuan swallowed the five bolts of profound lightning. Thunderous power churned in his belly as he circulated the Wuliang Dao Scripture, refining the violent energy bit by bit.
With his strength, he could have devoured the entire thunder tribulation with a single thought. But if he was putting on an act, he had to see it through. Someone in the earth immortal realm could exceed ordinary limits somewhat, but not to an absurd degree.
Who knew whether the Heavenly Court's Thunder-Dropping Squad above was recording his every move during the tribulation?
"There are gods three feet above your head" was no empty saying in the Primordial World.
And Wang Xuan's suspicions were not unfounded.
Two strongmen from the Merit-Recording Squad were holding brushes, recording every detail of this lightning deployment stroke by stroke. Their report would later be submitted to the Five Thunders Bureau, where designated immortals and gods would review it.
Any discrepancies would be investigated one by one.
"Three more!"
He looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing the tribulation clouds to meet the eyes of the twelve Thunder Ministry deities.
That look made Shi Jinglei's heart skip a beat.
This kid was cocky!
But he liked that kind of arrogance. Arrogance meant ability, and capable people could survive on the battlefield and bring him a steady stream of benefits.
"Lightning-Transport Squad, fire the last three all at once!"
Shi Jinglei swept his hand.
The two strongmen, Han Hong and Zheng Beng, exchanged a glance and raised their Thunder-Gathering Bottles together.
Lightning flickered