"Pfft!"
After taking the lightning strike, the young man's body exploded outright, blood spraying in every direction before he vanished from midair.
At the sight, Shen Xiu could not help shaking his head.
Though this young man was not weak, before Shen Xiu's lightning attacks, he was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly beneath notice.
Just as Shen Xiu finished dealing with the young man, a sharp rush of wind came from the sky.
"Whoosh!"
As the sound rang out, a gleaming silver needle, carrying overwhelming might, shot violently toward Shen Xiu.
Shen Xiu's brow lifted slightly. He immediately poured the elemental energy within him into his body with mad abandon. Then, with a sweep of his left hand, a massive purple palm imprint roared toward the silver needle.
"Bang!"
With a crisp collision, the silver needle was knocked off course by the massive purple palm imprint. It finally plunged viciously into the ground, blasting an entire mountain peak into collapse.
"Gasp! What terrifying physical strength. It can actually contend with those high-tier Profound-grade demonic beasts. No wonder that young man feared you so much..."
Staring at the palm imprint, the young man could not help sucking in a cold breath, murmuring in horror.
"Whoosh!"
Even as he spoke, Shen Xiu moved, grabbing the silver needle in one hand. With a sudden exertion of his arm, he forcibly pulled it out.
"Swish!"
The silver needle left his palm and floated in the air before slowly flying toward the young man.
The young man's expression changed when he saw the silver needle approaching. But before he could react, it vanished bizarrely into thin air.
"How can this be?!"
Feeling the silver needle disappear, a trace of pallor surfaced on the young man's face. He gritted his teeth.