The Terrifying Heavenly Dao!

Everyone was utterly horrified. Eighty-one Thunder Dragons were bad enough, but now they were attacking in succession? Was it not even going to give him a chance to recover?

One Thunder Dragon after another plunged into Wang Shi's body.

Terrifying explosions rang out without end.

Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun shook his head helplessly.

With so many terrifying explosions packed together, all carrying the power of destruction, even he would have struggled to survive.

Let alone someone who was not even a Quasi-Saint.

In the blink of an eye, all eighty Thunder Dragons had descended and vanished.

There was no trace of life left on the battlefield, as though even the stone fragments had disappeared.

Everyone despaired. Had he died just like that?

A genius of his generation had fallen, without a single unexpected turn.

The Three Pure Ones' faces were filled with grief and fury.

"My disciple, what a miserable death you suffered!"

"Stone Spirit, you bastard! How could you die out of nowhere? Where's that strength you used to beat a Saint black and blue?"

"The Heavenly Dao is merciless! Why must it torment my disciple like this? I cannot live under the same sky as the Heavenly Dao!"

At that moment, Hongjun snorted coldly.

"Enough noise! If you're going to cry, at least wait until it's time to cry. Can't you see the thunderclouds haven't dispersed? He isn't completely dead yet!"

While they were speaking,

countless particles gathered, and a new Wang Shi appeared on the battlefield.

He rolled his neck, his face full of irritation.

"That hurt like hell! Luckily, I'm made of stone. Dust is stone too!"

"Heh, you're not much either! So what if it's Destruction Divine Thunder? You can't kill me."

Wang Shi raised a finger at the sky. It was his middle finger.