Dark clouds began to crowd overhead in a matter of seconds and turned the surroundings dusky in a flash. The purple light reflected the rising and falling waves of the flowing river water as if it was building up to a whirlpool. It was incredibly frightening.
Purple bolts of lightning had filled up Meng Qi's vision. The thunder blade hacked him from above, making five simultaneous strokes that burst with terrifying explosions. The explosions expanded with him as the 'core,' clearing and destroying everything in their way!
"Roaring Thunder?"
"Seven Purple Thunderstrikes?"
"Thunder God from the Ninth Heaven of the Myths?"
Meng Qi's pupils shrunk in shock. He never thought that the Myths would dispatch their men to Luoyang and so daringly try and assassinate him!
The Myths sending their the Exterior experts to kill him was akin to him killing Yang Wuliang, the Foreign Official of Prince Jin, in broad daylight!
