Chapter 933: Taut Bowstring
The stern young man struck like lightning.
A cold gleam flashed.
It seemed poised to cleave apart the grand hall before him, along with the entire great realm.
Beneath such divine radiance, Thunder Dharma King's towering body remained immovable. As one of the Ten Dharma Kings, a False Refinement cultivator of the second apex realm, anyone who saw him had to cup their hands and address him as Great Sage.
There was no questioning his strength.
"Starstring Thunder Draw!"
A small shield appeared on his right arm.
Ten thousand bolts of lightning were drawn forth.
It was as though the stars in the distant heavens had erupted with their most brilliant radiance at that moment, falling upon that tiny shield.
It was no longer a shield, but a boundless, vast pool of thunder.
The cold gleam and lightning collided along a single line.
Clink, clink, clink.
When the sound rang out, the light and lightning both vanished.
Thunder Dharma King still wore a mocking curl at the corner of his mouth.
Yet that chill quickly turned to horror. He felt a warm current flowing down his arm; blood suffused with sacred radiance ran along the edge of the shield and dripped onto the ground.
Inside the hall,
Silence reigned.
Most gazes gathered upon the stern young man's face.
His eyes were tougher than steel blades.
The weapon displayed before them was a silver hook, a long hook. It resembled both sword and saber, extraordinarily strange. As its cold gleam swept past, the pristine white hook looked like spotless white jade.
Lu Jingsha.
They had long heard that name.
It was said that this man's sacred weapon was exceedingly bizarre, and his arts and divine abilities were beyond ordinary comprehension.
Though he was only in the False