Clang clang clang clang
Sparks flew as the two fought with extraordinary ferocity, a level of intensity beyond imagination.
As they battled, Lin Ya'er's father, Lin Tian, watched the pair from afar with an anxious look on his face.
Though the Lin Family was not some great clan, its foundations ran deep. Thus, he wanted to seize this chance to kill Shen Xiu once and for all.
However, when he saw Lin Ya'er pressing Shen Xiu back with her attacks, his expression darkened.
His daughter was no pushover, and he knew Lin Ya'er's temperament well. If Shen Xiu was not killed, she would surely hate him to the bone. In that case, the Lin Family's future would face great obstacles as well.
"Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu—since you are courting death, my Lin Family does not 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 fiercely battling Lin Ya'er.
The pillar of light looked ordinary, but the moment it touched Shen Xiu's body, he felt an incomparably numb sensation spread through him, as though tens of thousands of steel needles were piercing his flesh. The pain was unbearable.
Yet amid the pain, a trace of joy appeared on Shen Xiu's face.
Because he knew this was the Thunderbolt Power used by the Lin Family's patriarch, Lin Tian. However, Shen Xiu did not use lightning-element martial arts. Instead, he used the Lightning Serpent Power he was most skilled 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 himself, no one else in the Lin Family knew of this secret technique.
"Go!"
Shen Xiu suddenly swept out his