Outside Thunderweave Mountain.
A man sped through the air on Walking the Blue Clouds.
His left arm had been severed at the shoulder. Blood dotted his purple Great Scholar robe like plum blossoms, his black hair looked dyed with ink, and wrinkles crisscrossed his face. In each of his gleaming eyes hung a brilliant bolt of heavenly lightning, silver-white and brimming with ferocious might.
The power of his Realm of Family, State, and World had been refined to its utmost limit, expanding and contracting at his will. Even standing casually, he was like a towering mountain.
He had forged his Destiny and attained the rank of Literary Ancestor, a height others could only gaze up at.
Beside Thunderweave Mountain, he seemed surrounded by ten thousand beating drums. Blue and white lightning blazed before him, making him seem as insignificant as an ant.
A faint smile flashed in Ye Hongyu's eyes. His lips parted slightly, electricity sprang within his mouth, and thunder surged between his lips and teeth. A Tongue Sword flickering with lightning flew out and hovered high above his head.
Walking the Blue Clouds raced forward. An instant later, Ye Hongyu entered Thunderweave Mountain, where thunderbolts fell like rain. Every descending bolt struck his Tongue Sword.
Beneath the lightning, the Tongue Sword remained unshaken.
Inside Thunderweave Mountain.
The Thunder Dragon loomed high in the air, lightning boiling around him like ten thousand wildly dancing snakes, incandescent as snow. His fury drew all the nearby thunderbolts into an assault on the enemies below.
Fang Yun and the ten Mountain Saint Spirits crashed awkwardly to the ground. None of them had expected a single strike from the Thunder Dragon to knock them all down.
Realizing that their own strength could not contend with the Thunder Dragon, the ten Mountain Saint Spirits