This chapter opens with a hail of thunder and the sound of a dragon's attack. The thunder is coming from the east, and the thunder is from the west, and it's the thunder of the gods. It's hail from heaven, hail from hell. It feels like cotton is being hit, but it doesn't have anything to do with the thunder. This is the same thing that happened to him when he was escaping with youqin back in the old city of Xuling. The seven sons of the sect tied him up with the rope, but the thunder didn't do anything to him. He can't back down because he's still trying to figure out what the black mist is. He wonders if the king is getting beaten up by one-sided, and he wonders if this is all that's left of the kingdom. He's been hitting the king with his full power for two years now, but nothing has changed. He thinks maybe he should stop for a moment and watch the king's reaction. It seems like the thunder isn't really hurting the king, but he