Blood dripped onto the ground, ticking away drop by drop!
Yet, it felt like a sledgehammer smashing into everyone's hearts, silencing the crowd completely with a dead silence!
"How... how is this possible?"
Old Ghost Sun looked down, staring blankly at the white blade piercing through his chest, his face filled with horror and disbelief, "You... you weren't supposed to be dead by my Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?"
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?"
Amidst the dust, Ying Yue's scornful laughter emerged, "Calling that flashy but ineffective trick of yours Nine Heavens Divine Thunder? Don't you find it ridiculous?"
"Well then, let me show you what true Thunder Technique is!"
The moment the words fell, a surge of silver lightning shot out, traveling along the white blade into Old Ghost Sun's body.
"Ah—"
Old Ghost Sun immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body violently convulsing as if he had taken ecstasy.
