"What powerful might," Lu Qingshan murmured to himself.
Indeed, anyone who possesses the combat power of a high-ranking demon marshal is never simple.
A thunder pool emerged between Heaven and Earth, pressing toward him. Within it, nine thunder dragons bared their fangs and claws, resembling scenes of an apocalypse.
Endless thunder instantly submerged this part of the Void.
This is the power of the Sun Thunder Divine Body, controlling the thunder as effortlessly as eating and drinking.
"Human Race Sword Cultivator!" Yu Kui's resonant voice resounded in Lu Qingshan's ears, "How bold of you to dare assault our Feather Demon City alone!"
"Today, you will die!" The murderous intent in his voice was chilling.
Lu Qingshan smiled faintly, unconcerned.
"Can you still laugh?" The resonant voice carried a trace of anger.
Seeing that Lu Qingshan seemed to dismiss him, Yu Kui's initially calm vast thunderstorm surged in might, suddenly erupting.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
