Hearing this, the Pumo King lurking within the staff felt his heart sink. What he feared most had happened after all. This being was not one of the so-called All Saints who had besieged him in the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm in ancient times, but a far older, far more terrifying enemy.
If his opponent came from the Lower Realm, he could still escape today. But if it was one of those ancient enemies, escape would be difficult.
"Your thunder blazes in all its majesty, as though the heavens themselves have descended, fierce and terrifying. You remind me of someone the Kings once surrounded and killed. But he is well and truly dead," the Pumo King finally said.
Clearly, his memories remained relatively intact. He could recall many events from the Ancient Immortal Era, far more than the True Dragon could. It seemed his vitality had not been completely extinguished, and a trace of his Divine Soul remained undying. Together with his Immortal King imprint, it still possessed supreme Dharma Power.
Ji Hao smiled, calm and gentle. He had always been generous toward those about to die.
"Unless something unexpected has happened, I should be the being you're talking about."
"Impossible. The Kings all struck together. I saw your Divine Soul shattered with my own eyes back then. You should have been utterly annihilated." The Pumo King refused to believe it, because the Immortal Kings who had besieged the Thunder Emperor had declared that he had died without even a place to bury him, with not a single fragment of his soul surviving.
Crack!
Dazzling lightning burst forth. An ancient, unadorned Thunder Pond appeared in Ji Hao's palm, unleashing terrifying bolts of lightning. An aura of destruction flowed from it. This was the power of heavenly tribulation, the