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"Boom boom boom!!!!"
Heavenly thunder continuously illuminated the night sky, each bolt resembling furious purple flames that could set the heavens ablaze.
Seeing this wrath from the heavens, Pang Ying and the old Daoist couldn't help but start to worry about the Flaunting God.
You must know, after so many years of cultivation, they had never seen such a terrifying heavenly tribulation.
"Big brother, maybe we should just give up," Pang Ying voiced.
The Flaunting God did not respond, he was focused on countering the tribulation.
According to his divine form's specifications, even if he broke through he would only face a maximum of forty-nine heavenly thunders, just needing to withstand these forty-nine bolts to assuredly become a Divine Monarch.
However, the number of thunderbolts that descended surpassed his expectations, reaching nearly eighty-one!
