In the sky above Monkey Mountain, thunder roared and tore through the air, forming a massive, raging vortex. But suddenly, a sonorous and powerful cry burst from within.
"Shatter!"
The massive vortex of thunder crumbled in an instant, and a tidal wave of lightning surged outward. Tu Xiao'an stood between heaven and earth, completely unscathed, his human form still perfectly intact.
"Haha... So this is the might of Celestial Thunder? Nothing special at all."
At that moment, Tu Xiao'an's entire body glowed brilliantly, and his eyes gleamed with spirit. Just moments before, he had been brutally tormented by the purple thunder, as if countless insects were gnawing away at him.
But Tu Xiao'an felt no pain. As someone who wielded the Power of Thunder and Lightning, he was no stranger to it. The only difference was that he usually used thunder to strike others; now, it was striking him.
