The blinding flashes of lightning gradually faded, leaving the air filled with the pungent stench of burnt flesh and ozone.
The entire Peng Family Village looked as if an invisible giant plow had furiously turned it over. Radiating patterns of charred earth scarred the ground. The bonfires had long since gone out, with only a few sparks flickering among the charcoal.
The venomous snakes and insects that had surged menacingly just moments before had all been reduced to curled, smoking lumps of charcoal. Now and then, a severed limb crackled softly in the night breeze.
Even Xiao Zhenye, standing some distance away, was so shocked that his mouth hung open. It took him a moment to recover. "Where'd that old geezer learn the Five Thunder Method? Wasn't his master a talisman-wielding Daoist? Did he ditch the talismans and start practicing thunder arts instead?"
It was common knowledge that although the talisman-wielding Daoist had inherited a Daoist tradition, he was still a Wild Maoshan practitioner, skilled in talismans and Metaphysical Arts. Thunder arts, however, were the Daoists' signature skill. The talisman-wielding Daoist certainly shouldn't have had a technique like that. Otherwise, when they dealt with Li Jingqi back then, a few thunder strikes would have been enough to overwhelm him.
Zhao Qingming shook his head at that, while Zhou Shang spread his hands. "Don't ask me. I've got no idea either."
"Then let's go down and ask him." With that, Zhao Qingming strode down.
Xiao Zhenye and Zhou Shang followed close behind.
Smoke and haze filled the village, but most of the fog from before had dissipated, leaving only a thin veil.
The Miao woman lay sprawled several yards away. The giant spirit python in front of her had already been blasted into several lumps of charcoal.
Most of the silver