The King of the Evil Clan raised a massive black palm, blocking the violet-gold lightning bolt. Lightning collided with the palm in an earth-shaking blast. Sparks of lightning scattered, Dark Power dispersed, and a huge hole was blasted through the King of the Evil Clan's palm. Black blood gushed from the hole, cascading down like a waterfall.
But the hole existed for only a single breath before it began to heal rapidly. Black mist poured from the edges of the wound, filling and repairing the hole. In less than three breaths, the palm had returned to normal, as though it had never been injured.
Shen Xiu frowned slightly. He had used seventy percent of his strength in that strike, enough to kill an expert at the ninth level of the Saint Sovereign Realm. Yet against the King of the Evil Clan, it had caused only a negligible injury that vanished in an instant. This was the strength of the King of the Evil Clan—beyond the Saint Sovereign Realm, at another level entirely—the Saint Emperor Realm.
The King of the Evil Clan lowered its head and looked at its freshly healed palm. A trace of surprise flashed through its blood-red eyes. "Chaos Energy truly lives up to its name. If your cultivation were any higher, that strike really could have injured me. Unfortunately, you are only at the ninth level of the Saint Sovereign Realm, a whole major realm below me."
It raised its other palm and slapped it down at Shen Xiu. That palm covered half the sky, its five fingers like mountains. At its center was a massive black vortex, containing Dark Power capable of devouring everything.
Shen Xiu neither retreated nor dodged. He formed hand seals before his chest as the Thunder Origin within him revolved madly, releasing