"Got some nerve!"
The old man bellowed furiously.
He had not expected that before he could even finish speaking, the young man opposite him would attack outright!
"You want to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"
A vicious glint flashed through his eyes. The two wooden doors of the small temple creaked open to either side, fully exposing the scene inside the hall.
At the same time.
The light around them suddenly dimmed.
Mist surged from the open ground before the temple, causing the speeding thunderbolt to seemingly lose its direction and halt in midair. A figure clad in black armor shot out abruptly, its black saber slamming viciously into the lightning.
"Boom!"
A muffled rumble of thunder rang out. The electricity was cleaved apart by the saber, and the armored figure vanished into thin air as well.
“He can summon Evil Spirits.” Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
Clearly, the other side had blocked this Thunder Art with ease.
That was within his expectations, though. If the old man had truly been killed by a single thunderbolt, that would have been the real supernatural occurrence.
His move had mainly been to test the other party's methods.
Elsewhere.
The Old Monk and Little Monk did not dare disturb Jiang Qiao, nor did they have the ability to interfere in the battle. They could only retreat to the side and watch in silence, praying that Jiang Qiao would emerge victorious.
Just then, the Old Monk felt a pressure descending from above, as though something were falling from the sky.
He instinctively looked up at the heavens, and his pupils immediately shrank.
"Damn it!"
This was no longer Cloud Mist Mountain!
The surrounding mountains had vanished at some point, leaving only a vast expanse of white mist. The mist appeared extremely dense and