Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...
Sparks flew everywhere as the two battled with extraordinary ferocity, the intensity far beyond imagination.
As the two fought, Lin Ya'er's father, Lin Tian, watched them anxiously from afar.
The Lin Family might not have been a great clan, but its foundations ran deep. Thus, he had intended to seize this chance to kill Shen Xiu once and for all.
However, when he saw Lin Ya'er suppressing Shen Xiu and beating him back, his face darkened.
His daughter was no pushover, and he also knew Lin Ya'er's temperament. If she failed to kill Shen Xiu, she would surely hate him to the bone. If that happened, the Lin Family's future would face great obstacles as well.
"Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu. Since you're bent on courting death, my Lin Family doesn't mind sending you on your way."
With that, Lin Tian swept his sleeve. At once, a pillar of light descended from the heavens, enveloping Shen Xiu, who was locked in fierce combat with Lin Ya'er.
The pillar of light looked ordinary, yet the instant it touched Shen Xiu's body, he felt an incomparably numbing sensation, as though countless steel needles were piercing his flesh. The pain was unbearable.
Yet amid the pain, a flash of delight appeared on Shen Xiu's face.
Because he knew this was precisely the Thunderbolt Power wielded by Lin Tian, the Lin Family's patriarch. However, Shen Xiu did not use lightning-element martial arts; instead, he used the Lightning Serpent Power he was most proficient in.
Shen Xiu's Lightning Serpent Power was part of the Thunder Dragon Art, and it was also his secret. Thus, over the years, aside from Shen Xiu himself, no one else in the Lin Family knew of this secret art.
"Go!"
Shen Xiu abruptly swept out his arm,