The Thunder God's gaze became somewhat solemn: "Who exactly are you? Even cultivators practicing Thunder Techniques absolutely cannot manipulate lightning in my presence."
Mu Rufeng responded with a calm smile: "Who I am, you will soon know."
As his voice faded, Mu Rufeng flicked his finger, and the flash of lightning shot from his fingertip.
The Thunder God was fully on guard, staring intently at that bolt of lightning.
Yet the lightning flashed and vanished, striking his forehead directly before he could react.
He was incredulous, as the strike hit him without any warning, and he had no time to respond at all.
As that tiny bolt of lightning struck him, the rumbling never ceased.
Lightning snakes instantly spread across the Thunder God's body.
"Ah～～～!" The Thunder God cried out in pain.
The agony, so intense, far exceeded the pain he endured before when his body was tempered by lightning.
