Qian Kunzi has been cultivating for hundreds of years as a peerless great power; how could he suffer such a major loss?
He was furious, jumping up and down in anger.
"Yang Fei, you brat, I'll fight you to the end."
His Primordial Spirit Dragon, like lightning, charged directly at Yang Fei, showing no fear of the God-slaying Sword behind Yang Fei.
Yang Fei laughed heartily, put away the Sword of the Primordial Spirit, and with one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, shouted loudly.
"Thunder, come."
In the overcast sky, dark clouds quickly gathered, like the wings of a Kunpeng hanging in the sky.
Azure lightning continually shot down from the sky, rapidly condensing in Yang Fei's palm.
In almost a few breaths' time, a giant hammer appeared in Yang Fei's palm.
The giant hammer sparkled with lightning, the blazing white light so intense that no one could open their eyes.
The Hammer of the Thunder God!
