Boom, boom!
Dark clouds covered the sky, with millions of thunder snakes slithering through the clouds, flashing brightly as chains of lightning stretched hundreds of miles across the firmament.
Crack!
In an instant, a pale blue thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket descended from the heavens and crashed into the temple, emitting a tremendous roar.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, completely unprotected, bathing in the thunder, with countless flashes of electric light dancing and flickering on his body, quickly turning his skin black and charred.
However, his heart was as calm as still water, and he sat as unyielding as a boulder, unmoved as the tribulation thunder ravaged his body.
After a single bolt of tribulation thunder had dissipated, Zhao Sheng's burnt and blackened skin rapidly healed, the charred flesh peeling away to reveal the tender, fair skin beneath.
