The seventh bolt of Profound Thunder slammed viciously into the ceremonial crown, leaving it teetering before it fell powerlessly and seemed to shatter.
But he had, in the end, endured it.
The plump young woman couldn't bear to watch and turned her head away.
'In such a desperate state, there's no way Young Master Jiang can survive the eighth and ninth bolts of Profound Thunder!'
"Young Monarch Jiang..."
Seated on the Jade Platform, Lady Xuan'nv tried to raise her hand, but the four great sun-wheel pillars held her fast.
Through the dense layers of Tai Yang dharma seals, she seemed to hear Xiaoqiao's choked sobs from outside the hall. She sighed helplessly.
'That silly girl.'
A baleful aura appeared between Lady Xuan'nv's brows. She had once sworn that she would rather die and have her Dao perish in a single night than serve the Emperor of the Tai Yang.
The Thunder Core had now come knocking, seeking to execute the Shao Yang. How could she stomach this insult!
