Right as Su Ming’s balls of lightning and his virescent sword were whittled down by the masked male Shaman’s beast like roars, the male Shaman had quelled down the chaos of his Qi brought by the resisting Han Mountain Bell.
At that moment, he charged forward. When he ran into the balls of lightning, they were destroyed. When he ran into the small virescent sword, that dull sword was instantly sent flying away. The male Shaman seemed to have turned into a violent gust of wind that was charging at Su Ming. The instant he closed in, he clenched his fist once again and punched him.
Su Ming immediately retreated. Once he activated his speed, he immediately dodged the incoming punch, and when he did so, he lifted his right hand, then with three fingers facing the sky, he drew a line down the man’s side.
Execution of the Three Evils!
