Under everyone's gaze, about a dozen kilometers above Bright Moon City, what started as a single thunder dragon slowly transformed into nine thunder dragons.
They roared maniacally within the clouds.
At this moment, no one could remain calm.
This was a lightning tribulation unleashed by nine thunder dragons.
If he successfully advanced, then this person would definitely reach the Primordial Ancestor Realm in the future.
Such thoughts constantly resurfaced in everyone's minds, even in Bright Moon City, where the Yellow-robed Middle-aged Man, the ruler of the Mingyue Empire, had a sharp gaze.
He was very perplexed by the recent events in Bright Moon City; he didn't know if this was a good omen or a sign of disaster.
He clenched his hand.
Then he spoke towards a space behind him: "Where are the Imperial Shadow Guards?"
After he finished speaking, four figures appeared directly.
"Your Majesty, your subordinates are here.
