Jiang Tang felt as though the lightning could truly understand him, as if it wanted to communicate with him...
He muttered a series of crackling complaints to himself. There was no helping it—he didn't want to endure the pain!
Judging by the intensity of this lightning, it seemed designed for his body. Even if his body was as strong as those forebears who crossed tribulations, he didn't want to go through such suffering. Besides, wouldn't the lightning be even more powerful when the day came for a Heavenly Immortal to cross theirs?
How many cultivators have perished under thunderstrikes during the final tribulation of their ascension to the Grand Dao!
Jiang Tang didn't want to die again. He hadn't even married yet! With such impressive cultivation, to end up dead would be a wrongful fate!
Jiang Tang thought of his eleven girlfriends. Whether there would be even more in the future or not, thus far he had only been intimate with one woman along this journey of life!
