"I just don't like this guy using my name."
"And who are you?" Duke of Thunder asked with a smile.
"The Eastern King!"
"Such audacity! To dare profane a mythical Great Power!"
This time, Duke of Thunder attacked without hesitation.
A sea of lightning descended, engulfing the two as if drowning them in a storm of electricity.
Pure Yang, knowing his imminent death, chuckled carefreely and said:
"Haha, you've touched this guy's reverse scale. Duke of Thunder is someone who's good at currying favors, likely wanting to impress the Eastern King now."
"Let's see how he performs." Song Lin replied casually, smiling.
"Do you really think you're the Eastern King?" Pure Yang's eyes widened as he questioned, uncertain if this guy had lost his mind or been cursed.
Clearly a mortal, yet boasting so shamelessly.
"You doubt me?"
The lightning drew closer, yet Song Lin's expression remained calm.
"Of course I doubt you; you have no mana."
