Tian Yongheng looked at the Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity.
His expression remained calm, and his silver white daoist robe fluttered gently amidst the shattered heavens.
After a brief silence, he spoke once again.
"I asked, who gave you permission to touch my disciple?"
The Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity's expression shifted.
Although he had already realized that the man before him was extraordinary, being questioned in such a manner by a mere Earth Immortal still made him feel deeply insulted.
He was the head disciple of the Thunder God Palace!
A Heaven Immortal who had reached his current cultivation through less than twenty thousand years of cultivation!
Even among the countless prodigies of the Upper Realm, how many could compare to him?
Yet now, a being from the Lower Realm was actually questioning him?
His eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, the surrounding lightning became increasingly violent, but he ultimately suppressed his impulse to attack.
