Speaking of the Asura God, the Asura Demon Sword had actually been pondering a question all along: was his first master truly the first Asura God?
If Mo Lin knew the Asura Demon Sword was thinking about this question, he would definitely tell it to stop. Even Tang San had never figured this out—one moment, he had created a godhood on Douluo Continent, and the next, he was a God King who had existed since the birth of the God Realm. Even Mo Lin, a transmigrator, did not know the answer, so a native sword like it should just forget about it.
Mo Lin looked at the Gray Qi in his hand, then raised his head to gaze at the sky. The eighth heavenly lightning bolt was gathering strength, ready to strike.
"Since this Gray Qi can tame heavenly lightning so completely inside my body, would it work just as well outside my body?"
Mo Lin could still sense that he had not devoured the heavenly lightning. It was currently coursing through his body. He tried to summon it outside, but failed, as though the dragon scales had sealed it off.
"No wonder this Gray Qi hadn't reacted much before. So the dragon scales' isolation effect is this strong. Whether the heavenly lightning is outside or inside, it can't break through. But this Gray Qi actually broke through that isolation so easily and flowed right out from my hand covered in dragon scales. It seems this is what I need to study carefully in the future."
A confident smile appeared on Mo Lin's face. With this thing, what was there to fear from the heavenly tribulation?
"Whoosh!"
The eighth bolt of heavenly lightning descended. Its might far surpassed that of the seventh heavenly tribulation, yet the tension and unease in