Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mystical thunderbolts strike down, carrying the might of world-shattering force toward the Great Emperor's palace. However, just as they are about to hit the palace, the thunderbolts divert their course toward a scruffy man, creating a bizarre scene that leaves Zhao Yun and Li Bai at the palace gate with a mixed expression of tears and laughter.
"Can His Majesty actually control the Thunder Tribulation?"
Li Bai curiously inquired, while silently feeling sorry for the scruffy man.
Zhao Yun shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "How could we possibly guess the capabilities of His Majesty?"
Meanwhile, the scruffy man was frantically dodging the mystical thunderbolts, his heart filled with immense sorrow and anger.
"When have I, Ceng Aohuang, ever suffered such humiliation?"
The scruffy man clenched his fists, cursing angrily as the fury in his chest nearly burst forth.
With that thought, he suddenly unleashed his own momentum.
