Fang Hao slipped out of the valley that had been scorched like a charcoal pit by the lightning. Greasing his soles, he ran a hundred miles in one breath before daring to find a leeward mountain hollow to stop and catch his breath. He checked himself over—good heavens, that Lightning Tribulation was no joke. His clothes were tattered like a beggar's and a tuft of his hair was singed. However, there was no major damage internally; instead, his body was frighteningly brimming with spiritual energy. The seven-colored Golden Core in his Dantian spun merrily, making him feel like he could kill a bull with a single punch!
