Lu Qing's voice rang out softly.
At the same time, the thunder on the Purple Dragon Spear rushed into Lu Qing's body with even more surging momentum.
The Purple Dragon Spear trembled immediately, stayed obediently in Lu Qing's hand, and dared not struggle anymore.
After subduing the Dragon Spear, Lu Qing looked at the surrounding lightning and suddenly opened his mouth to take a breath.
In the next moment, countless purple lightning bolts, like swallows returning to their nests, all flew into Lu Qing's mouth.
Within just a few breaths, the sky full of lightning had vanished, all swallowed by Lu Qing.
After swallowing the sky full of lightning in one gulp, Lu Qing relished it a bit, then shook his head and looked down.
"Your mana lightning is far inferior to Heavenly Tribulation."
"How is this possible..."
All the watching experts were stunned.
The mighty strike of Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit was easily resolved like this.
