The lightning filled the sky, illuminating the land beneath the dark clouds and the White Tiger's astonished eyes.

Wan Xiaotian didn't understand. He could accept Wan Lei summoning lightning to attack, but why was he striking himself as well?

Was this some legendary suicide tactic?

What he didn't know was that the more Wan Lei was struck by lightning, the stronger he became.

Indeed, Wan Lei's cultivation was no match for Wan Xiaotian's, but he had more tricks up his sleeve.

The first rune controlled the natural lightning in the clouds above.

The second rune controlled the cultivation lightning from his own thundercloud.

The third rune added a great deal of killing intent to both types of lightning, making them even more powerful.

Most importantly, that trace of Heavenly Dao within the eighth rune also imbued the lightning with a hint of Heavenly Dao aura.

After learning that his hammer contained Heavenly Dao lightning, Wan Lei took some time to imagine things.

If, in the future, his eighth rune was fully lit and he could summon Heavenly Punishment lightning, then he could strike an arrogant pose before his enemies and say:

"You are steeped in sin! I shall act on behalf of the heavens to punish you with Heavenly Condemnation Lightning!"

In his previous life, he had been a Thunder God who punished on behalf of the heavens, but back then, he didn't know how to show off; he just went straight to it.

But in this life, he had learned to show off, and he had tasted the joy that came with it.

Right now, countless bolts of lightning were striking down, and he and Wan Xiaotian were enduring almost the same amount of lightning attacks.

The two fought relentlessly for nearly an hour.

At first, Wan Lei was suppressed by Wan Xiaotian, but later, he was the one suppressing Wan Xiaotian.

Now, Wan Xiaotian was already heavily injured and had little cultivation left.

The reason was simple: Wan Lei could absorb the lightning to replenish his own cultivation consumption and heal his injuries, so he was always in good condition.

Wan Xiaotian, on the other hand, was constantly being struck by lightning and attacked by Wan Lei. His cultivation was being rapidly depleted, and his injuries were getting worse and worse. He had no time to recover his cultivation or heal his injuries; he could only try to outlast Wan Lei.

Clearly, he couldn't outlast Wan Lei.

Wan Lei was planning to exhaust him to death.

Even if Wan Xiaotian was foolish and blinded by anger, he would have come to his senses by now.

How was this kid getting stronger the more he fought?

Why was he getting stronger? He was clearly being struck by lightning and attacked by me, so why were his injuries constantly healing?

There was no way spiritual energy could restore injuries so quickly! And I haven't seen him take any pills! What's going on with the spiritual energy in his body? Could he be a wood-attribute cultivator, naturally able to quickly recover from injuries and possessing great vitality?

Wan Xiaotian looked up at the sky, then at Wan Lei, who was covered in lightning, and immediately dismissed the idea that Wan Lei was a wood-attribute cultivator.

Then what was his secret? What was his secret?!

No, there must be something wrong with him. There had to be a trick! His strange behavior was...

Enduring lightning strikes with me!

But why could he recover from his injuries by being struck by lightning? I've never heard of such a physique...

As he thought of this, Wan Xiaotian suddenly thought of someone, and blurted out:

"Ancestor Thunder Emperor?!"

Wan Lei was a little confused by his words, and asked in surprise:

"What's wrong? Are you hoping that the ancestor will appear at this time to save you? That's impossible! If he was going to help anyone, it would be me, not you, a traitor who colludes with foreign races to harm his own clan!"

"No, I mean, you have the same physique as Ancestor Thunder Emperor. You are...

Innate Thunder Body!"

Wan Xiaotian transformed back into his human form, staring intently at Wan Lei, saying each word slowly and deliberately.

Wan Lei was shocked when he heard this, and a strong killing intent immediately burst out in his eyes.

"Indeed, haha."

Wan Lei's city was a little too shallow after all. Wan Xiaotian's words made him feel shocked, and at the same time, he revealed a flaw in his expression.

"I suddenly, don't want to kill you so much."

Wan Xiaotian said with a wry smile.

"But, I must kill you, you understand."

Must kill, must silence.

Once this matter spread out and was known by the six great families, they would definitely try to kill Wan Lei, and even the Wan family would be destroyed because of it.

Compared to the Wan family producing another Thunder Emperor, the Thunder Emperor Manual was not so important.

"You, are my Wan family's true Qilin child! Innate Thunder Body, hahaha, why doesn't my Wan Liuchuan have this kind of physique?!

Damn heavens, you are unfair!"

Wan Xiaotian roared at the sky.

Wan Lei held the Thunder God's Hammer tightly in his hand, and had already connected to the two thunderclouds in the sky, ready to give Wan Xiaotian the final blow at any time.

"So be it, time and fate. The Wan family has produced you, this is destiny.

In the past, I didn't know why you progressed so quickly, but now I know, it's the same physique as Ancestor Thunder Emperor.

Wan Lei, I am now, heavily injured and dying, and no longer have the strength to fight with you. Kill me."

"Alright."

Wan Lei nodded and raised the Thunder God's Hammer.

"You must promise me one thing."

Wan Xiaotian said solemnly.

"I will not kill everyone from your lineage."

Wan Lei said.

"No, let my lineage die, it doesn't matter.

You were born to fulfill destiny and are destined to revive the Wan family. Compared to the glory of the Wan family, what is my lineage?

I want you to promise me to recreate the glory of the Thunder Emperor, and let the world know that the glory of my Wan family is still there!

My Wan family, will have the day to once again rule the Thunder Wind World!

Otherwise, I will not let you go even as a ghost!"

Wan Xiaotian closed his eyes, opened his arms, and assumed a posture of no longer resisting, allowing Wan Lei to kill him.

This old man, at the time of his death, was actually thinking about the Wan family.

Yes, he was colluding with foreign races to harm his own clan, but he never had any intention of betraying the Wan family.

His actions were only to seek satisfaction for himself.

This was his lifelong obsession. He had lost to his elder brother back then.

If his elder brother was working hard to make the Wan family stronger, then he would be willing to be his elder brother's vanguard and pioneer for the Wan family.

But over the years, he had watched this foolish elder brother sit in the position of the Southern Prefecture Lord of the Wan Clan, mediocre and wasting his life.

He was not willing!

He was not willing for the talented and ambitious himself to always serve this fool as his lord.

He believed that the Wan family, and the Southern Prefecture of the Wan Clan, would move towards a brighter future under his leadership.

Therefore, he endured for nearly a hundred years, acted arrogantly for nearly a hundred years, and finally, could not swallow this breath and made his move.

In the end, he lost to a纨绔膏梁子弟 (wán kù gāo liáng zǐ dì) whom he had never taken seriously.

But the fact proved that this纨绔 (wán kù) was much more outstanding than he had imagined.

Perhaps, this person could support the sky of the Wan family and create a future belonging to the Wan family.

Wan Xiaotian, died without regrets!

"Second Master,

May you have a good journey."

Wan Lei's hammer fell, and a thick bolt of lightning struck.

Wan Xiaotian of the Southern Prefecture of the Wan Clan, a Core Formation stage expert,

This ambitious man,

Thereby,

Died and disappeared!

A hundred years of dreams turned to nothing.