Booming thunder exploded through the void. One after another, fist shadows were annihilated within the lightning, while at the same time, the lightning also weakened somewhat.
Zhen Jingshan's expression changed drastically. He had never expected that even after using his ultimate trump card, Lu Xiaotian would still be able to block it without suffering any apparent damage. Even if Lu Xiaotian might have been feeling some discomfort beneath the surface, at least outwardly, he showed no abnormality whatsoever.
"Impossible!" Zhen Jingshan would rather believe that Lu Xiaotian was merely forcing himself to hold on. An attack containing his most powerful intent— even if Lu Xiaotian had barely blocked it, he must certainly have paid some sort of price.
In fact, Zhen Jingshan's impression could not be considered entirely wrong. Lu Xiaotian alone, relying on the three-headed, six-armed flame figure, was not enough to block Zhen Jingshan's attack; he had also employed a portion of spatial power. Even so, with the opponent's intent being deeper, the thunderous force within that attack appeared extremely strange. Unless Lu Xiaotian revealed his dragon form, even if his intent was slightly inferior, the might of a true dragon could still offset the power of the opponent's intent, reaching the point where overwhelming force subdued every technique.
Relying solely on immortal essence to drive his divine ability, the gap in intent had already caused Lu Xiaotian's divine sense to suffer tremendous shock. It was just that Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit was so powerful that it had already exceeded Zhen Jingshan's understanding. A slight shock to his divine sense was nothing more than a hair from nine oxen to Lu Xiaotian, far from enough to affect him in any way when he fought.
But if it had been someone else—even Flame Executioner Yan Jiu—then, while fully blocking