"This... this is simply beyond belief. To take such a devastating blow and still stand firm."
"He even intends to strike back. Who on earth is this boy, to be so unlike ordinary men?"
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted slightly. His gaze brimmed with disbelief as he stared at Chen Jue, who still stood unbowed, while towering waves surged through his heart.
"Had that blow struck me, I fear I would already have turned to ash, vanished without a trace. What... what sort of physique and willpower is this?"
He muttered to himself, unable to conceal the regret and lingering fear in his voice.
Chen Jue's strength had far exceeded his estimates.
He knew full well that today's actions might already have pushed him and his sect to the brink of eternal ruin.
To stake the fate of an entire sect on a petty selfish desire was sheer folly!
Now he could only hope... that this god, even stronger than the Wind God, could defeat Chen Jue!
Beside him, Tang Xiao burned with rage, his eyes almost spitting fire and his hands clenched into fists.
He wished he could tear Chen Jue into pieces that very instant.
Yet whenever that thought surfaced, the image of Chen Jue's armor, with its near-absolute defense, involuntarily rose before his eyes.
That flawless, unbreakable defense forced him to suppress the impulse.
The smoke slowly dispersed. The Thunder God's once-impenetrable armor shattered piece by piece.
It dissolved into specks of lightning, fading into the sky.
He stood amid the wreckage, his body covered in wounds.
Yet across his dust- and blood-stained face spread an untamed smile, wild and savage.
"Hahahahaha!"
The Thunder God's laughter echoed, carrying a measure of mockery and a measure of wonder.
"What an ant from the lower realm you are, to