"Heh, Great Thunder Gathering Hand? I'll show you how to gather!"
Just as the giant hand of lightning was about to strike Xiao Yan, Lei Zhang's vision blurred, and a slender, fair hand appeared out of thin air. It seized his wrist like lightning and dragged it toward the ground.
Boom!
The stone platform shook violently as endless lightning slammed into the ground. Xiao Yan had redirected the Great Thunder Gathering Hand's devastating power entirely into the earth.
"Hmph!"
With his attack forcibly interrupted, Lei Zhang felt his blood and energy churn violently. Before he could suppress the frenzied power raging within him, a slender hand lightly pressed against his chest.
Crack!
Lei Zhang's chest caved in from the heavy blow, and his body plummeted backward as though struck by lightning.
"Cough, cough..."
Lei Zhang, sprawled across the ground, struggled slightly before shakily getting to his feet.
"You have no more chances. Now it's my turn to attack. And that isn't how lightning arts are used. Your control over the power of lightning is utterly appalling."
Xiao Yan shook his head in disappointment.
"Damn it! My Thunder Crow Clan was born to command countless bolts of lightning! How dare you—how dare you insult my clan's lightning arts?!"
Having had the very foundation of his clan insulted by Xiao Yan, Lei Zhang instantly flew into a rage. Endless lightning Spiritual Energy surged wildly from his body, causing even the void to tremble faintly beneath this powerful energy.
"Come!"
Ignoring the noisy Lei Zhang, Xiao Yan suddenly extended one hand and gave the air a light grab.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Soft thunder rumbled through the air as countless sparks of lightning swirled around Xiao Yan's palm. A purple-black thunder mace then appeared in his hand.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Countless streams of Spiritual