ZZZZZZZZZT—BOOM!
The ninety-foot-thick bolt of Rank 6 Three-Color Annihilation Lightning plunged down from the center of the thirty-mile storm vortex like the judgment spear of an angry god!
Even though its outer surface had been seasoned with fifty tons of Dad’s Cumin, Honey & Five-Spice Powder, the core of that ninety-foot purple, crimson. Golden lightning pillar still carried enough concentrated Rank 6 Heavenly Destruction Law to vaporize a thousand-foot granite mountain peak into molten glass in a single breath!
Across all one thousand cities watching on the 10,000-foot 8K Sky-Projector Screens, millions of mothers and grandmothers cried out in fright and covered their eyes with their hands:.
“Watch out, Little Miss Tuntun! That lightning bolt is ninety feet wide!”
“Headmaster Gu, raise your Golden Spatula! Don’t let the lightning hit the seven-year-old baby!”
Up in the clouds fifty yards away, Grand Ancestor Jian Chen (“Sword-Tomb”), Grand Ancestor Poison-Core, Grand Ancestor Lotus-Bone. Grand Ancestor Thunder-Skull widened their sunken eyes in ferocious anticipation, waiting to watch the ninety-foot lightning pillar blast Gu Changsheng and the little girl on his shoulders into black cinders!
Yet down on the wooden front porch of the [Lv.3 Flying Courtyard Carriage], thirty-year-old Gu Changsheng , at Rank 5 Peak, didn’t raise his Golden Spatula by even half an inch.
