Yu Luomian Receives a Letter

Within the Thunder Pool, deep-blue lightning churned through the valley like countless wildly dancing giant pythons.

Yu Luomian's figure flickered in and out amid the lightning. His deep-blue robe had been blasted full of holes, his silver-white beard and hair stood on end, and he looked like an enraged old lion.

He had already made it through more than half of the second level.

Not far ahead lay the end of the second level.

The threshold leading to the third level.

As long as he crossed it, he would become the first person from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in nearly a century to enter the third level without being a Title Douluo.

That thought burned in his heart like a flame.

His steps grew faster and faster. Silver-white lightning was flung behind him as the deep-blue lightning ahead became increasingly dense.

He let the lightning, powerful enough to tear apart a Soul Sage, strike his body.

His Soul Power was draining rapidly, and his meridians ached faintly, but he did not care. The only thing he cared about was the threshold ahead.

Closer, even closer.

Thirty meters, fifteen meters, nine meters!

Yu Luomian gritted his teeth and took a huge step forward with all his strength.

The instant his foot touched the ground, a bolt of purple-black lightning crashed down from above. It was not the deep blue of the second level, but the purple-black of the third. He had crossed the boundary.

Yu Luomian's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised both arms to block.

That bolt of purple-black lightning slammed into him like a thunder hammer striking his chest.

His entire body was sent flying. He flipped several times in midair before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Outside the Thunder Pool, everyone watched the scene unfold.