Shen Yue looked at the azure banner in Wei Tianxiong's hand, and a sense of foreboding seized him. The overwhelming aura of danger made him think, for no reason he could explain, of the Soul Refining Banner in the sect master's possession.
This guy was a demonic cultivator too!
You really couldn't trust anyone!
Wei Tianxiong raised the azure banner and laughed. "Let me show you the might of the Divine Origin Sect, you little brat from this backwater land!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The azure banner began to flap violently. Thunderbolts erupted with the force of ten thousand jun, spreading across the sky above the mountains and forests like a net. At the same time, the thunderclouds overhead grew savagely turbulent, as if countless ferocious beasts were roaring. The thunderclaps were deafening.
Caught between two layers of thunder, Shen Yue faced an oppressive force that Yan Dao Sect and Bai Ninger couldn't even imagine.
In the eyes of the two Yan Dao Sect disciples, Shen Yue looked so tiny that he could be reduced to ashes by the lightning at any moment. They were frantic with worry.
"Feel the might of this glorious heavenly power?"
Wei Tianxiong laughed wildly. The thunderclaps couldn't drown out his voice.
Caught between the two layers of thunder, Shen Yue was indeed having a hard time. He could tell that the moment he moved, countless bolts would weave around him. Death lurked in every direction.
He had to admit that the gap between his strength and Wei Tianxiong's was far too great. He wasn't even qualified to fight him on equal terms.
Even so, Shen Yue had no intention of begging for mercy. He took a deep breath and held his wooden sword before him.
His sword intent began to surge, and sword light burst