Qin Xiaotian's face turned ashen, a look of fury upon him as he stared at the figure above Hanging City. He felt a profound sense of defeat, which left him both disheartened and enraged. Was he actually forced out of Hanging City? Driven out by a mere ant wielding a bolt of heavenly thunder!
It was nothing short of a monumental disgrace! Unbearable for him.
"Chu Mo..." Qin Xiaotian clenched his teeth, retracted the ancient lightning avoidance dharma instrument, and looked icily in the direction of Hanging City, swearing, "After your tribulation... will be your death!"
"Hehe." Two cold laughs echoed from above Hanging City.
Just then, a figure erupted from the purple Thunder Sea, his aura of a true immortal burst forth, impacting the wilderness and the heavens!
Observers from afar couldn't help but cry out in amazement.
"Good heavens... he actually succeeded!"
"To succeed in his tribulation under such circumstances?"