Who Has the Final Say

Her delicate foot came down, and thunder streaked through a million realms. Like golden feathers drifting through the air, she was a stunning, captivating woman.

Millions upon millions of great demons followed behind her, roaring through heaven and earth, devouring the sun and moon. Their beastly breath and baleful aura rolled forth, enough to sweep across countless divine domains.

Thunder Mother had arrived, and the Wild Thunder Dao Lineage had descended.

The Carefree Kingdom, the Skyfloating Divine Domain, and other such surrendered inheritances hurried over one after another. Whether they were Seventh-Rank or Eighth-Rank True Gods, they all hastily bowed, some even prostrating themselves flat on the ground.

The myriad heavenly demon gods gazed up at her, their reverence endless.

Thunder Mother advanced slowly. The starry sky swayed, and the gods retreated. Let alone anyone else—even the Ninth-Rank True Gods were pressed until they could barely breathe.

"How powerful—"

The gods trembled like leaves.

The other gods who had not submitted to the Wild Thunder Dao Lineage were equally horrified, crushed until they could not straighten their backs.

Thunder Mother and the Wild Thunder Dao Lineage had obtained the Cosmic Divine Gourd, and their strength had soared. Thunder Mother in particular, as a Yao Shu, had risen several levels.

Everyone wondered how many Yao she possessed now. Yet as a Dou Shu True God, no one could see through her strength.

Seeing the gods of the Carefree Kingdom and the Skyfloating Divine Domain worship Thunder Mother, Li Haodong finally realized that his father clinging to his master's coattails was not so excessive after all.

Others clung to Thunder Mother's coattails too, and they did so with full reverence.

"Lady Thunder Mother, my master arrived first. All the Old Roots should belong to my master."

Thunderwind Saint Emperor stood in front