Boom!
The sound of thunder suddenly exploded, and in the cloudless sky, a bolt of golden lightning as thick as an adult's arm struck down towards a small hill below.
Instantly, after a tremor of earth and mountain shakes, the small hill, which stood four to five tens of feet tall, collapsed over two to three tens of feet, and the flowers, grass, and trees on the hilltop turned to powder, drifting away with the wind.
"What a dominant Qian Metal Thunder!"
"It was worth the years of painstaking cultivation for this divine technique!"
The instigator, Zhouyang, stood on the ground several miles away, looking at the collapsed hill, his face full of amazement.
The golden lightning just now was precisely the Thunder Technique Divine Techniques, "Qianyang Divine Thunder," that he had diligently studied for nearly ten years.
