As the true essence of Wang Lin awakened, the Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan watched in horror as the hundreds of Thunder Dragons, once hot on the trail of Wang Lin’s ethereal soul, began to tremble violently. Some, unable to withstand the surge of power, detonated in spectacular bursts of celestial energy!

Those that remained intact, though spared from immediate annihilation, were cowed by an unseen force emanating from the depths of the Thunder Domain. They dared not advance. Even the Grand Elder, whose face had been an impassive mask of determination, faltered. His pursuit stuttered, and a rare look of apprehension clouded his features.

Wang Lin’s soul, now fully transformed into an Ancient Thunder Dragon, plunged deeper into the heart of the Domain. He wheeled around, his draconic gaze locking onto the Grand Elder. In a flicker of arcane energy, the Thunder Dragon shed its scales and returned to a human form, albeit one radiating raw power.

“I, Wang Lin,” he declared, his voice resonating with the very fabric of the Thunder Domain, “come to claim the Undying Thunder and to bring ruin upon the Flash Thunder Clan!” With those words, Wang Lin’s ethereal form retreated, melting into the swirling energies of the Thunder Domain.

The Grand Elder’s eyes narrowed. A chilling smile twisted his lips as he gave chase, his form blurring as he stepped into the chaotic realm. The Thunder Domain, which moments before had roared with untamed fury, fell silent at his approach. Its turbulent energies, as if acknowledging his dominance, parted before him, swirling around his form in reverent obedience.

“So, this is your ally?” the Grand Elder boomed, his voice carrying across the boundless expanse of the Thunder Domain. “I shall see how well this ‘ally’ can protect you from the wrath of the Flash Thunder Clan!”

But before his words could fully dissipate, a voice, cold and resolute, echoed from the distant fringes of the Domain.

“As you wish.”

Those four simple words unleashed a cataclysm of thunderous energy. The reverberations grew exponentially, echoing with the force of ten, a hundred, a thousand, a millionfold! The very heavens trembled, and the entire Thunder Domain churned with mounting power.

Before the Grand Elder, the Thunder Domain roiled. A series of concussive booms, like the blows of a celestial hammer, ripped through the air. Each resounding impact pulsed with an untamed ferocity, a world-rending power, and an inexorable momentum that echoed throughout the Domain. The Grand Elder’s eyes sharpened as he peered into the distance. Through the churning chaos of lightning and silver serpents, he saw it – a force of unimaginable power hurtling towards him.

From above, the sight was awe-inspiring. A lone figure, a young man with hair as white as winter’s first frost, raced across the infinite expanse of the Thunder Domain, drawing a line of incandescent fury in his wake.

His right hand clenched into a fist, he struck out again and again, each blow unleashing a deafening thunderclap. But more than just sound, each strike caused the very essence of the Thunder Domain to coalesce. Lightning and arcane energy flowed towards him, forming a colossal, spectral fist before him!

The fist began as a mere ten yards in size, but with each stride, each thunderous blow, it devoured the raw energies of the Domain, swelling to a hundred, a thousand, then ten thousand yards in size!

The colossal fist, composed of pure, crackling lightning, was a terrifying spectacle. To behold it was to experience the raw power of creation and destruction, to be filled with a primal terror that threatened to shatter the mind.

The thunderous roar of its approach shook the very foundations of existence. The sound traveled across the vast distances of space, reaching even the sixteen celestial bodies of the Flash Thunder Clan. Every clansman, regardless of their power or position, heard the earth-shattering reverberations of the impending storm.

The Grand Elder’s face hardened. He had suspected that Wang Lin’s daring challenge was not without some hidden advantage. But even with his reputation as one of the foremost cultivators below the Third Step of Immortality, he had dismissed the threat. Now, confronted with the terrifying reality of the lightning fist, a tremor of apprehension ran through him.

“This is more than just the power of thunder,” he realized, his voice barely audible above the roar. “There is another power at play here!”

The booming crescendos as Wang Lin advanced, his right fist striking out again and again, feeding the monstrous fist with even more power. The ten-thousand-yard fist ballooned, becoming a being twenty thousand yards and more.

The colossal fist blotted out the very sky, consuming all light. A storm of pure energy, it barreled towards the Grand Elder with unstoppable force!

“Old dog,” Wang Lin roared, his voice laced with ancient fury as he approached, delivering the final, devastating blow.

He poured the entirety of his ancient god’s power into that final strike, the ancient star-points on his brow flashing and spinning. Boundless waves of divine energy pulsed from him, channeling the weight of an entire pantheon into the strike.

He added his accumulated cultivation, the mastery over the heavens and earth. He summoned the full force of the Thunder Domain to manifest a fist of godly proportions.

The two-thousand-yard fist, composed of pure, crackling energy, descended like a god’s hammer, crushing reality itself.

The Grand Elder retreated, summoning forth all of his strength. With a flick of his wrist, his robe began to ripple. His hair spilled from its ties, the air around him began to vibrate. The eyes of the Grand Elder glowed with a heavenly light, screaming,

“Very well! I will engage with you in battle!”

The Grand Elder placed his palm directly on the clan mark on his brow.

Immediately, the mark began to vibrate and glow. Within the light, a magical tool began to materialize and fly forth.

It was a blue, ancient mirror with a lightning symbol. This symbol looked exactly like the Flash Thunder clan’s lightning bolt.

“Thunder Slaughter Mirror, destroy all!” the Grand Elder screamed, letting the mirror fly.

The ancient mirror instantly released a lightning sound. It quickly increased in size.

The mirror grew to over ten thousand yards and stood upright, right in front of the Grand Elder.

Just as Wang Lin’s massive lightning fist came upon it, the mirror began to reverberate with lightning. Inside the mirror, a lightning fist began to manifest!

The Thunder Slaughter mirror was one of the clan’s treasures. All powers below the third level could be immediately copied, with the exact same level of power!

Such a tool was truly heavenly. It was comparable to the magical tool of the Black-Robed Scholar. This tool was one level higher. The lightning fist within the mirror began to materialize. It was as if an ancient giant was creating the power.

The fist was exactly the same as Wang Lin’s. The size and the lightning bolts were completely the same!

Instantly, the two fists crashed into each other.

BOOM! The thunderous sound rocked all the world. The two fists continued to collide, like two titans colliding in space.

Behind the lightning fist, Wang Lin was becoming unhinged. The face of the ancient god appeared. As he threw another punch, the mirror mimicked the strike!

The sound of the collision reverated throughout the Clan.

“Break! Break! Break!” Wang Lin roared as he pushed forward, summoning the full power of his ancient god to bear. The star-points on his brow became a blur, unleashing another cataclysmic blow.

While the Thunder Slaughter Mirror could replicate any technique, it could not copy the power of an Ancient God! The Ancient Gods were beings of the Primordial Era, predating even the gods of the heavens. How could such a mere artifact even dare to attempt such a feat?

Under Wang Lin’s relentless onslaught, the copied fist began to falter and retreat. A savage grin twisted Wang Lin’s lips as he prepared to drive the replicated force back into the mirror, shattering the accursed artifact to pieces!

The Grand Elder watched in disbelief, his hands already moving in a complex array of hand seals to prepare another counter-attack. But before he could complete the incantation, Wang Lin unleashed a deafening roar and clasped both hands together, bringing them down in a thunderous hammer blow!

The echoed and replicated fist, its structure weakening, splintered and shattered. The power of Wang Lin’s mirrored and replicated fist shattered the crystal and broke back in.

In the same moment, Wang Lin, still suspended in mid-air, opened his mouth, and a streak of crimson light erupted forth. The Blood Sword, now a river of blood, engulfed the world in a scarlet shroud. The blood pierced through, crashing directly into the Thunder Slaughter Mirror!

A crisp, cracking sound echoed through the Thunder Domain. The mirror’s surface rippled, and a spiderweb of cracks spread outward from the point of impact. Under the disbelieving gaze of the Grand Elder, the treasured artifact of the Flash Thunder Clan imploded, its fragments scattering across the void!

The crimson light of the Blood Sword flickered as it returned to Wang Lin’s side. He charged the now dissipated power. The diminished fist blasted out to the Flash Thunder elder.

The Grand Elder bellowed and tried to retreat, blasting forth a powerful energy to negate the attack.

The earth-shattering roar blasted Wang Lin away. The lightning fist was no more!

The Grand Elder was blasted away. His clothes became ripped. His eyes glowed with an intense light.

“You had the qualifications to be a challenge, but you are nothing before me! I have not used the Heavenly Four Decays for quite some time. To kill you, I do not even need to use the Fifth! I will let you experience the power of the Fourth Decay!”

He slashed at the area between his eyes, destroying the seal. A powerful aura began to radiate from him!

The power was so strong that the stars themselves trembled. The lightning fled far from him!