Chapter 1057: Chapter 1057: Another Powerful Trump Card
"Youth, you’re the first foolish cultivator I’ve ever seen who dares to store my fourth-grade thunderbolt into your thunder pool. You don’t realize that you’re almost courting death. Your thunder pool may handle orange thunder, but it absolutely can’t withstand the yellow thunderbolt. Therefore, you’re about to die; your head will explode, and your form and spirit will be annihilated."
Qiluoyanfu sneered, looking at Zhang Bin as if looking at a dead man.
His words certainly had their logic and reasoning.
Zhang Bin had previously put red thunder into a regular thunder pool, which gradually began to shatter.
If it weren’t for his fortune of obtaining the Little Lucky Star, which repaired his thunder pool, his bones would be like drums now.
And the yellow thunderbolt is, of course, much more powerful than the red thunder, and also much superior to orange thunder.
Putting it into the thunder pool is truly akin to suicide.
"Will senior brother be okay?"
"Can he withstand it?"
The three goofballs and four beauties were very worried, their faces showing great change.
Because this yellow thunderbolt indeed seemed terrifying.
"Old man, you’re what’s called the Thunder God? That’s hilarious." Zhang Bin’s face showed contempt. "Let me tell you, thunderbolts like yours, even if you attacked me hundreds or thousands of times, wouldn’t harm a single hair on me. Come on, come on, keep attacking with your thunder, I’ll stand right here without moving."
"Why should I attack you again? You’re about to become a dead man."
Qiluoyanfu was extremely confident in his yellow thunderbolt.
He performed yellow thunder, which even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Initial Stage would find difficult to resist, so he wouldn’t believe a mere Golden Core Peak youth could withstand it.
"How soon is ’soon’? I’m still standing here just fine. Do you see anything wrong with me?"
Zhang Bin said with disdain.
Gradually, Qiluoyanfu’s expression also changed because Zhang Bin truly seemed unscathed.
He looked relaxed and was smiling.
Where was the painful look of a shattered thunder pool?
"In this world, there will always be people who are conceited. Thunder God, do you dare call yourself Thunder God? If you are Thunder God, then what am I?" Zhang Bin said disdainfully, "Come on, come on, keep attacking me with thunder, if you can’t harm me, then the title of Thunder God belongs to me."
"You..."
Qiluoyanfu was so furious he almost spat out blood. How powerful was he, having cultivated to Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection?
He was just a hair’s breadth away from the Fusion Stage.
And he was most skilled at thunder techniques, renowned in the Cultivation World, and even those Fusion Stage giants dared not underestimate him.
Because with his terrifying thunder techniques, he truly had the ability to kill enemies beyond his level.
He was most proud that the Cultivation World had given him the nickname Thunder God.
He particularly cherished this nickname.
How could he endure Zhang Bin’s mockery and disdain?
But, he had said just now he’d only attack Zhang Bin once.
He couldn’t reasonably attack again.
"Old man, are you really going to give me the nickname Thunder God?" Zhang Bin mocked. "Or do you realize your thunder can’t harm me, so you’ve simply stopped attacking?"
The reason he hoped for the opponent to strike was, of course, to collect some yellow thunderbolt.
Then he’d have another powerful trump card.
After all, it’s very difficult to collect yellow thunderbolts.
One must encounter them during the Ascension Tribulation.
But on Earth, how many cultivators have cultivated to the Ascension Realm?
They are truly few and far between.
"Oh my god, what is senior brother doing?"
"He should stop while he’s ahead."
The three goofballs and four beauties were full of doubt, completely unclear about Zhang Bin’s purpose and intention.
"Since you want to die, I’ll fulfill your wish."
Qiluoyanfu snarled and shouted, no longer delaying, relentlessly launching yellow thunderbolts.
Like raindrops, they bombarded Zhang Bin’s body.
"Boom boom boom..."
Heaven and earth shook, yellow light flickered.
A massive yellow thunder sphere completely enveloped and submerged Zhang Bin.
The place where Zhang Bin stood rapidly sank.
Soon it turned into a deep pit.
Smoke rose, black ash splattered, the sky shook, the ground trembled.
It was as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Without the Little Lucky Star, an attack like this, Zhang Bin couldn’t withstand, and even the Insulation Formation couldn’t endure such terrifying thunder for long.
But with the Little Lucky Star, it was different.
Little Lucky Star was excitedly devouring the yellow thunderbolt; the thunder never even affected Zhang Bin.
Instead, it had already been devoured, turned into a liquid.
Became Zhang Bin’s fortune.
"This feels great..."
Zhang Bin was extremely excited.
Because every yellow thunderbolt was a major weapon.
It could genuinely threaten a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator, even threaten a Nascent Soul Initial Stage cultivator.
After half an hour of attacking.
Qiluoyanfu had to stop.
Because he realized Zhang Bin was still safe and sound, all the yellow thunderbolts had been ingested into Zhang Bin’s thunder pool.
Continuing the attack was useless.
Therefore, Zhang Bin immediately jumped out of the deep pit.
Standing proudly, still wearing red armor that exuded an aura of dominance.
Truly unscathed.
"How is this possible?"
Rofsky and Han Qi were utterly speechless.
Such a monster, they had never encountered before.
Even Qiluoyanfu couldn’t utter a word; he had roamed the world for countless years and never encountered such a mighty youth, unafraid of yellow thunderbolts.
It was too unbelievable!
"Senior brother, you are too miraculous..."
"Senior brother, you are the true Thunder God..."
The three goofballs shouted with utmost excitement.
The four beauties also showed expressions of excitement and exhilaration, especially Galina, who was overjoyed.
Such a powerful and miraculous youth was her lover; how could she not be proud, how could she not be arrogant?
"Old man, why aren’t you attacking anymore? Did you admit defeat? Are you giving the Thunder God title to me?"
Zhang Bin looked at Qiluoyanfu and said coldly.
Qiluoyanfu was enraged but didn’t know how to respond; it took him a long time before he could utter a response, finally saying with a livid face, "Kid, don’t get cocky. Killing you is easy for me."
"Old man, what am I cocky about? I’m just stating the facts. If you disagree, bring out an even more powerful thunderbolt to defeat me?" Zhang Bin said disdainfully, "Can’t you afford to lose?"
The reason for this contention was that Zhang Bin felt this old man had a big secret.
What kind of fortuitous encounter did he have so that his thunder pool could miraculously change to contain yellow thunderbolts?
Moreover, where did he get so many yellow thunderbolts?
He attacked for so long, and he wasn’t even the slightest bit distressed. Clearly, he had many, many yellow thunderbolts.
In other words, he must be able to obtain yellow thunderbolts continuously.
This secret, Zhang Bin very much wanted to know.
