Peerless Conceited God

"Greetings, Emperor Tang. Just now, we …"

Without waiting for them to finish speaking, Tang Xiaohu waved his hand. "Enough, there's nothing else for you all to do.

Just as they left, a few more generals rushed over upon hearing the commotion, and sent them away, and then a few Sect Leaders came over, Tang Xiaohu shook his head, it seemed that it would be difficult to cultivate properly inside the imperial palace.

Finally, Tang Xiaohu issued an order, this bamboo forest was where he would train, and was considered a forbidden grounds. No matter what he heard, he would not come and disturb him, if not, he would be severely punished!

On the roof of the palace stood many senior cultivators, who all looked at the bamboo forest that Tang Xiaohu was in.

All he saw was a black mass in the sky. From time to time, the power of thunder and lightning would gather and emit sizzling sounds.

"Strange, what is Xiao Hu doing in the bamboo forest?"

"Xin Yi, do you dare to go with me to take a look?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid Xiao Hu is training a new technique, let's not disturb him."

At this time, Tang Xiaohu stood in the bamboo forest with the Rushing Thunder Sword in his right hand, pointing it at the sky, his left hand forming a seal, and he muttered an incantation.

Dark clouds billowed in the sky, and thunder rumbled. However, the thunder refused to listen to his commands, and couldn't fall down.

Weird, with Rushing Thunder Sword as the signal, why is the heavenly thunder constantly shouting orders, could it be that the mnemonic was wrong?

Tang Xiaohu closed his eyes and thought back to the chant that the figure of light had made at that time, which was exactly the same as the word that he had said. What was the problem with that?

Generally speaking, cultivators had photographic memory. Unless there was something that they had read with a spell, they would quickly forget it. However, this sword spirit had purposely taught him this chant, so there shouldn't be any accidents.

Tang Xiaohu's face was filled with pain, his eyebrows knitted even tighter.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he thought, "Could it be that I need to chant for the divine lightning?"

With a doubt in his mind, Tang Xiaohu tried it out.

When he chanted, it felt very strange, as if he was singing a play. However, it was strange that he was singing something different. It was as if an ancient, bizarre, and inexplicable strange aura was spreading out.

Suddenly, Tang Xiaohu pointed to an empty space in front of him. Silver light flickered in the sky and a bolt of lightning as thick as his arm descended from the skies, striking towards the top of his head.

Luckily, he was still on high alert. He let out a scream and quickly dodged to the side.

A loud bang was heard as the ground exploded, releasing a thick stream of black smoke.

"Holy sh * t!"

Tang Xiaohu scolded, he did not know what was going on. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell down again, still heading towards his head.

"Why do you keep hacking me?"

The lightning was fast, but Tang Xiaohu was not slow either, causing him to avoid danger.

"There's more?"

Sure enough, another bolt of lightning struck down. Tang Xiaohu scolded and scurried around the ground like a monkey, looking extremely miserable.

A total of nine bolts of heavenly lightning fell, slowly dissipating.

"What nonsense!" Tang Xiaohu gasped for breath. At this time, the Rushing Thunder Sword in his hands had become a staff that was used to support his body, beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead, and at some point in time, his face had become covered with black ash, making him look even more haggard.

"Hu." As Tang Xiaohu breathed heavily, he pondered why the heavenly lightning would continuously order him around, especially to strike at him.

Could it be that the sword spirit was destroyed and the lightning could not be felt? That could not be right. If it could not be felt, then using the sword to summon lightning should not be possible.

"Again!"

If he was unable to learn the technique, no matter what, he would not be willing to accept it.

Even if he was struck once by lightning, it would still be worth it.

Sure enough, Tang Xiaohu had expected it, trying it out once more was just making himself look even more miserable. The heavenly thunder seemed to have gone crazy as it continuously struck down on his head, as if it would not stop until it had struck him.

Suddenly, everyone's gaze turned towards the door. They saw Tang Xiaohu, whose head was covered in dust and smoke, walk in.

Shocked, they quickly surrounded him.

"Xiao Hu, what kind of skill is this?"

"Ah, big brother, what happened to you?"

"Xiao Hu, you couldn't have gone to fight with someone else, right?"

Tang Xiaohu shook his head, and said: "Don't say anymore, I'm tired and thirsty right now, do you have any water?

"Oh!" When Bao Er heard this, she immediately jogged over to bring him a cup of cold tea. Only after Tang Xiaohu happily drank a cup did he come back to life, looking somewhat energetic.

"Little Treasure, come wash your face!" The gentle and considerate Xin Yi brought over a washbasin and personally wiped the dust off Xiao Hu's face. He was still as handsome and suave as before, and his aura was extraordinary.

"Bang!"

After Xin Yi washed Xiao Hu clean, she took the opportunity to kiss his lips with a face full of satisfaction.

Su Fei said: "Xiao Hu, you must be exhausted. Quickly sit down, I'll give you a massage, and you can relax."

Tang Xiaohu was indeed tired. Right now, he was sitting on a large bed, with his wives giving him massages one after the other. There was another person in charge of feeding him delicious spirit fruits, enjoying the blessings of the human world.

In the next two days, Tang Xiaohu practiced in the bamboo forest during the day, constantly improving and consolidating the techniques and martial skills he had learnt. Only the Lightning Summoning Art, Divine Lightning, was not something he could learn.

During the night, his wives pestered him. They wanted to cultivate, they wanted to cultivate together, and they would have to work until the middle of the night to be able to rest.

Happiness didn't mean hard work. Fortunately, this wasn't just lust, but also cultivation. Otherwise, no one would be able to handle it.

However, it was different from the first time, the subsequent dual cultivation, whether it was in terms of soul or cultivation, was only around the same as normal cultivation, just that, it was more comfortable. On the contrary, Su Fei and Xin Yi who had the lowest cultivations all advanced by leaps and bounds, both of them reaching the mid stage of Foundation Establishment.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the attack on the Sman Kingdom arrived. No one expected that the number of cultivators who volunteered to participate in the expedition was actually more than the number of cultivators who volunteered to participate in the battle during the previous battle.

On the palace's training grounds, heroes gathered and everyone stood quietly, waiting for Tang Xiaohu's order.

After Tang Xiaohu left, everyone bowed to pay their respects to the Tang Emperor.

Tang Xiaohu said: "Generals, Sect Leader does not need to be so courteous."

There were no other requirements, he just needed to get free flowers to smash him.