Xie Wu asked himself: just how powerful was his ultimate move, Golden Thunderstorm? Apart from being unable to match Three-Five-Seven Sword in speed of execution, it completely outclassed it in terms of power.
His divine sense had clearly locked onto his attack, and there was no doubt that it had struck Xu Yi.
Yet the man was unscathed. Xie Wu couldn't tell whether Xu Yi wore a defensive magical treasure, but he was certain that when the attack hit, Xu Yi had shown no sign of activating one.
In other words, Golden Thunderstorm had truly struck him.
How could there be such a terrifying defensive technique in the world?
This villain's strength was so far beyond his understanding, yet he wasn't the least bit afraid of a Purple Mansion Lord. Chen Liao had died right before their eyes.
If he dared to kill Chen Liao, what was to stop him from killing Xie Wu?
At the thought, Xie Wu's head couldn't help but buzz.
"I didn't see clearly. All I know is that Lord Chen died in the storm of attacks just now."
Elder Cao's muffled reply nearly made Xie Wu spit blood on the spot.
In truth, Elder Cao was no less astonished than Xie Wu.
In terms of status, Elder Cao outranked the White-bearded Elder. He knew the secrets the White-bearded Elder knew, and even secrets the White-bearded Elder didn't.
The terror of a Purple Mansion Lord was beyond imagination. He was a bona fide False Core-level expert.
Elder Cao had once watched the Vice Sect Master test a Purple Mansion Lord's combat strength by bringing out a False Core Corpse in front of everyone.
The brutality and shock of that battle still made Elder Cao shudder whenever he thought back on it.
But the methods Wang Qianqiu