A hundred-zhang saber light, carrying thunder and red clouds among many other anomalies, crashed into the great river below with a roar!
The great river seemed like a dragon tumbling, causing massive collapses on the riverbank.
Countless river fish and crabs were swept into the sky, mixed with river water and fell onto the distant shore.
Among those swept ashore was the bedraggled Martial Arts Grandmaster!
"Innate Mysterious Thunder!" Zhao Wen Ruo was charred all over, nearly grinding his molars to bits.
With innate divine power, a mighty physique, and innate mysterious thunder at his side.
It seemed heaven had given all advantages and merits to this boy before him.
Him reaching the Grandmaster Realm indicated that his martial talent already surpassed ninety-nine percent of people.
But compared to Song Changming, even as strong as he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy and hatred.
He just wanted to ask why!
