“Thunder in winter...?”0

“That’s a deity!”0

“It must be the Duke of Thunder!”0

“Who’s stronger, the Jile God or the Duke of Thunder?”0

“Obviously the Duke of Thunder! I heard he's the god of thunder in the heavens—if he’s here, there’s no way the Jile God can escape!”0

“We just saw a divine deity with our own eyes...”0

“What a revelation...”0

Whether they were hiding inside shops and houses or peeking from the shadows, the people of Yangdu were utterly shaken. The deafening thunderclap and the divine voice that had boomed across the city left them in stunned awe.0

For many, this was the first time they had ever witnessed a deity. And not just any deity—the Duke of Thunder himself.0

Though Yangzhou was not known for widespread worship of the Duke of Thunder, his name was legendary throughout the land. In bustling Yangdu, people had certainly heard of him. Even in casual conversation, his name was often invoked.0

However, because ordinary folk rarely had reason to seek his blessings, his temples were not frequently visited. Now, for the first time, the city had witnessed his divine manifestation.0

On both sides of the Yangjiang River, within many homes where windows had been tightly shut just moments ago, people quietly cracked them open, peering up at the sky in wonder.0

There—within the rolling thunderclouds—a divine figure loomed, flickering in and out of sight. His form was titanic, his radiance blinding.0

Just a single glance was enough to feel his righteousness, his unparalleled...0