This Master Zhang, with murderous intent towards Huang Xiaolong, thus activated an ancient secret technique, the Lightning Art. With his cultivation in the middle-late stage of the Divine Realm (the level of his spiritual avatar's consciousness), his casting was indeed like an army of a thousand troops—a thunderous blast capable of sweeping them all away.
Moreover, with lightning bolts striking in unison, Huang Xiaolong couldn't possibly dodge them all.
In just the blink of an eye, Huang Xiaolong was enveloped by fierce purple lightning, subjected to a relentless bombardment of crackling explosions.
One would have guessed that Huang Xiaolong had already been blasted to smithereens.
The corner of Master Zhang's mouth curled up with a mocking smile, his heart finally feeling some relief. "Little bastard, you brought this upon yourself! Killing my disciples, a blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The overseas cultivators congratulated one another.
