"It seems that even though Shenxiao Sect has fallen, it is still not to be underestimated..."
"..."
Pei Xuanjing, ignoring the voices of the spectators around him, focused his full attention. Purple-blue lightning converged in his palm, accompanied by the sound of thunder, as if a thunder god was being condensed within his palm.
Shenxiao Thunder Palm!
Danyang Zi, watching from afar, recognized his sect's martial arts. A dumbfounded look appeared in his eyes. His junior disciple had supposedly been practicing this martial art for a short time, but had already reached such a realm. It was simply terrifying.
Boom!
Astonishing thunder rises from the ground. Pei Xuanjing steps forward, his boiling Blood Qi becoming almost solid, stirring up a wild wind which induces the power of wind and thunder.
His palms strike continuously, as if countless Thunder Gods were bombing the Vajra Monk.
