The wind comes from all directions.
Thunder echoes from the four corners.
Trapped within the thunder cage.
The Heavenly Dao is angry and discontent.
This is the path that Lu Qingshan has chosen.
However, he absolutely refuses to yield.
As a Sword Cultivator, carving his path with the sword, he has never relied on the Heavenly Dao in the slightest from beginning to end.
The Heavenly Dao, what right does it have to judge him?
Lu Qingshan tightly grips his sword, enduring the pain of thousands of thunders devouring his body, unveiling his sword toward the gods of the Thunder Department high above.
A step in the horizon, instantaneous arrival, a sword slashing down in front of the Duke of Thunder in the Nine Heavens.
The Duke of Thunder frowned, undisturbed and unhurried, raising numerous electric serpents before him to block this sword.
