"Damn it, how could I lose to a junior like you!"
"Shen Xiu, just you wait!"
The Thunder God Hall Master roared, then swiftly vanished into the horizon.
"Hmph!"
Shen Xiu sneered. His figure flickered, and he vanished from the spot in an instant.
However, Shen Xiu did not pursue him, because he understood that the Thunder God Hall Master had already suffered severe internal injuries.
Even if he caught up, he might not necessarily be able to kill him.
And Shen Xiu's speed far surpassed his.
So Shen Xiu could not be bothered to concern himself with him any longer.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
In the distant void, black mist spread through the air, and faintly, the sound of thunder could be heard.
The black mist seemed to contain some terrifying thunderbolt, causing the surrounding air to erupt with explosions.
Beneath the shroud of black mist, one could vaguely see Lei Long coiled within, emanating an aura of destruction.
Pillars of lightning churned like Flood Dragons, ceaselessly bombarding a towering mountain.
No one knew how many attacks that mountain had endured; it was already riddled with holes.
Yet in the end, all those Lei Long were swallowed by the mountain.
And that mountain still stood tall there, without suffering any damage.
At this moment, an old man stood atop the mountain.
He was already very old, and his clouded eyes were filled with the traces of time.
Yet a layer of pale blue electric arcs surged around him, making him appear like a deity.
Before him was a Jade Slip.
On the front of the Jade Slip were three words: Thunder God Art.
This Jade Slip was the Thunder God Hall Master's personal treasure.
The Thunder God Art was said to be a secret technique that the Thunder