Ling Han stretched out his hand. With a thought, zi, a bolt of lightning shot out from the palm of his hand, striking back at those soldiers.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Instantly, the spears in the hands of these soldiers exploded one after another.
Though the destructive power of this kind of spear was great, the material it was made of was not very high grade. With a sweep of the divine light of lightning, it naturally exploded. This ti, everyone was dumbfounded.
Could it be that this guy was really the Thunder God? Otherwise, how could he have possibly shot out a bolt of lightning with a wave of his hand, which was even more terrifying than those spears?
"Interesting." Zhou Miyang stared at Ling Han, "You seem to be hiding so kind of secret." "You speak too much nonsense." Ling Han shook his head.
"When I take you down, you will explain everything clearly." Zhou Miyang strode over. Boom, his aura imdiately changed, and his whole head of hair flew in the wind. There was even lightning flickering, crackling madly.
This guy was so terrifying.
The outsiders couldn't help but feel apprehensive. Previously, they had completely looked down on the natives here. Even if they were wary, that was because of the Zhou Clan's Core Formation Tier elites, as well as the spear-type Spirit Tool that released lightning.
However, now that they saw Zhou Miyang unleash his might, they suddenly realized that the natives here were extrely strong. In fact, they were stronger than the majority of them.
As Song Lan watched, her beautiful face was calm and unperturbed. It was unknown what she was thinking.
This woman was extrely subtle.
Zhou Miyang walked step by step towards Ling Han. With every step, his aura would beco slightly stronger, and the lightning entwined around him would also beco slightly more terrifying. When he was about three ters away from Ling Han, he had already turned into a bolt of lightning. His body had beco transparent, and was completely entwined with lightning.
Was this a kind of physique, or had he cultivated so kind of lightning cultivation technique?
Ling Han was unconcerned. Even if he didn't retrieve the light of lightning, he was confident that he could defeat all Cauldron Forging Tiers.
"Outsider, I'll show you what true power of lightning is!" Zhou Miyang declared coldly. Zi, his whole person turned into a bolt of lightning that "slashed" towards Ling Han.
Ling Han casually raised his hand and grabbed the bolt of lightning.
"Haha, you're seeking death!" Zhou Miyang turned back into human form, and sneered. He actually dared to catch him. Didn't he know that he was a bolt of lightning now? Even Divine tal would be pierced through if it took a hit from him.
However, no matter how much power he channeled, Ling Han was still completely unscathed.
In fact, he could even feel that Ling Han's body had beco a bottomless pit that was devouring his power of lightning.
This was not his misconception, but it was not completely right either. That was because it was not Ling Han that was engulfing his power of lightning, but rather the light of lightning from the Celestial Cauldron.
-The Zhou Clan's cultivation technique was based on the light of lightning, and was ford by an incredibly outstanding ancestor of the Zhou Clan absorbing the power of the Lightning Ore. Thus, the mbers of the Zhou Clan could refine the Lightning Ore, rapidly increase their cultivation level, and possess the might of lightning.
However, this also led to all those who cultivated this technique to feel like a son that was facing his father in front of Ling Han.
This was an intrinsic restraint.
Zhou Miyang was scared now. At present, it was not him that was attacking Ling Han, but rather Ling Han wanted to suck him dry.
He wanted to flee, but Ling Han grabbed onto him. He was completely unable to break free, and could only watch helplessly as his power was endlessly sucked away. Even if he did not actively channel his power, it was as if a valve had been turned on in this mystical power. He could not shut it down at all.
Th-Thunder God.
This thought streaked through his mind. If it was not the Thunder God, how could Ling Han possibly suppress him like this?
"Lord Thunder God, spare !" He lowered his head.
How could a human be a match for a god?
"Convinced?" Ling Han asked calmly.
"I concede."
"Are you afraid now?"
"I am."
Zhou Miyang appeared very humble, completely losing the domineering air he had previously.
Only then did Ling Han let go, and prepared to leave.
"Lord Thunder God, please wait!" Zhou Miyang hurriedly said, "My ancestor, my father and the others would definitely be very pleased to see you, and hope that Lord Thunder God can give our humble clan a chance."
'Hmm?'
Ling Han looked at Zhou Miyang with a faint smile, causing Zhou Miyang to involuntarily break out in a cold sweat.
"Sure," he finally nodded.
Perhaps this was a trap, but if Ling Han used the Imminent Skyline, he was extrely confident that he could escape. If he was really forced into a corner, the Heavenly Dao Flas would definitely be no pushover either.
However, since the Zhou Clan was so determined to obtain the Heavenly Clouds Mountain, they must have studied it deeply. Thus, Ling Han wanted to obtain the information that they
possessed.
"Lord, please." Zhou Miyang's expression was respectful as he led the way ahead.
Ling Han ignored everyone else, and walked forwards with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Can I go with you?" A fragrant figure fluttered in the air, and Song Lan had already leaped over. She humd softly and smiled faintly, and was indescribably beautiful.
Why was this woman joining in on the excitent?
Ling Han frowned slightly. He had never underestimated this woman's intelligence. Now that
she had suddenly interfered, she must be scheming sothing.
"Since Celestial maiden Song is willing to grace us with her presence, I naturally clap my
hands in welco." Zhou Miyang was overjoyed.
The three of them left, leaving behind a group of guests who were extrely confused.
What was going on here? They were just left here like this?
What happened to the hospitality of a host?
Zhou Miyang led the way, and they soon arrived at the Zhou Clan Residence. Since they were the rulers of this place, the Zhou Clan naturally occupied a very large area, with continuous levels of buildings, looking ancient.
"Young Master." Upon seeing Zhou Miyang, the guards at the entrance hurriedly paid their
respects.
Zhou Miyang waved his hand, his arrogant deanor reappearing. He brought Ling Han and Song Lan through the doors, and arrived at the main hall. Then, he invited them to wait for a mont, before he himself left.
"We're already old friends, so why don't you show your true face?" Song Lan asked calmly.
Ling Han pretended to be surprised, "Yi, I rember that your hand was very fair and tender.
Where does the word 'old' co from?"
Shua, Song Lan instantly delivered a palm strike.
Ling Han slanted his head to the side, dodging the attack. This ti, he was really shocked, because Song Lan's strength had improved again.
Eight Cauldrons, right?
This woman really could not be underestimated. In a short few months, she had advanced
another step further.
"En?" Song Lan was also surprised. She had co across a fortuitous encounter in her adventures previously, and her cultivation level had soared from Seven Cauldrons to Eight Cauldrons. Even if it was Lu Qi, she would be able to fight him. She had not thought that Ling Han would have so easily dodge this blow.
"You're not the only one who's improved," Ling Han said with a faint smile. He returned to his original appearance. After all, to constantly maintain his appearance was extrely
troubleso.
Song Lan was slightly displeased. After she had advanced into Eight Cauldrons, what she
wanted most was to thrash this lecherous Ling Han. Did he really think that her hand could be touched as he liked? But she had not expected that while she had improved, Ling Han had also
improved, and she was still unable to do anything against this guy.
Right at this mont, three people walked in, one after another.
Two of them were middle-aged n in their forties, while the third was Zhou Miyang.
"Let introduce. This is my father, Zhou Mi, and this is my Second Uncle, Zhou Lou," Zhou Miyang said with a smile, no longer having the previous fear.
That was because both Zhou Mi and Zhou Lou were in the Core Formation Tier.
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