But a prediction was only a prediction. The affairs of the world shifted beyond measure; seas turned to mulberry fields, and such changes were beyond counting.
Combat was the same. Battle opportunities changed in an instant. Whether Ji Chang still had another card up his sleeve, no one knew.
"What an indestructible body. You actually withstood a thunderbolt head-on without dying, suffering only light injuries. Still, I'd like to see how long you can endure."
Ji Chang's heart sank slightly. He could not help but offer a faint praise; even as an opponent, he had to acknowledge the other man's formidable strength.
Had it been another Xiantian martial artist, another opponent, there was a great chance they would have been blasted into pulp.
The next moment, Ji Chang spat blood as he wielded his sword. His swordplay was gentle yet swift, as though he were tracing some kind of talisman through the air.
As if controlling magic, he guided down two more pillars of lightning like blazing beams, no less powerful than the previous two strikes.
His originally glossy black hair visibly withered and curled, and even a small portion of it turned snow-white.
The aura that had pierced the soul like thunder also plummeted in a straight line.
Yet the results were clearly inferior to his first attempt at guiding down lightning.
One of the lightning pillars was likewise neutralized by Niu Dali's Bull Demon Horn technique, leaving another fresh wound across his chest. Still, it was merely a surface injury and not serious, much less enough to affect his condition.
Niu Dali dodged the other lightning pillar. It was not that Niu Dali had suddenly become faster, but that Ji Chang had become slower in guiding the lightning, giving Niu Dali time to react and evade. His declining