“You have guts!”
Facing the change in the surrounding, Liu Xian wasn’t too stingy and indifferent to say three words, yet, he was too lazy to lift his eyelids.
The next moment, the purple-blue snake-like lightning roared. However, when it crashed ten meters away from Liu Xian, it dispersed and roared no more.
At this time, the Wisdom Sect’s Vice Sect Leader Ye Chuchen, who was watching this battle from afar, involuntarily gasped.
Although the purple-blue lightning that Wang Lu controlled was not the lightning of a divine tribulation, its might certainly couldn’t be underestimated! Wang Lu was just a Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator, so the lightning did not directly come from Wang Lu’s magical power himself, but from the accumulated spiritual energy along the Feng Shui Line on the surrounding dozens of miles area from the “new town” that were connected through the altar below him that suddenly burst out.
