Rumble!
Before anyone could react, the power of thunder, dozens of times stronger than before, turned into more than a dozen thick bolts of lightning that struck Xu Taiping on the stone platform in succession.
Almost at the same instant, Xu Taiping thrust both hands toward the sky and roared:
"Hold up the heavens!"
In an instant, beneath this roar imbued with Overlord Power, his qi and blood power abruptly transformed into an enormous three-headed, six-armed bull demon phantom that enveloped him completely.
At that moment, a cultivator who recognized this Overlord's Roar suddenly called out through the Spirit Mirror:
"He can actually wield Overlord's Breath!"
But that shout was soon drowned out by the thunderous explosions.
The blinding lightning then swallowed both the bull demon phantom and Xu Taiping himself.
"It's back, it's back!"
After briefly disappearing, the image in the Spirit Mirror finally appeared again.
As the dust and smoke obscuring their view slowly cleared, everyone saw a figure whose body had been almost half charred by the power of thunder.
This person was, of course, Xu Taiping.
For a moment, everyone inside the First-Rank Pavilion's teahouse fell silent again.
As fellow cultivators, they knew perfectly well that no matter how powerful one's divine soul power was, it could not offset the pain inflicted by the power of thunder.
Moreover, the power of thunder itself did immense damage to the divine soul.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Amid the silence in the teahouse, a fit of violent coughing suddenly came from the Spirit Mirror.
In the Spirit Mirror, Xu Taiping, half his body charred and his sword-wielding arm looking like a stick of charcoal, kept coughing up blood.
To withstand this backlash from the power of thunder, Xu Taiping had depleted far too much of his qi and blood.
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