Under the bombardment of silvery-white lightning, Peach Blossom True Person's spiritual power shield abruptly shattered. He himself was blasted into the air, drifting high overhead.
The Thunder Kui Wings behind Song Wen's back gave a slight flutter, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Ever since he had enhanced his lightning arts talent through the Thunder-Commanding Divine Control Ritual Altar last time, he had never had a chance to test the might of his lightning arts.
The enemies he encountered were either too weak or too strong, leaving his lightning arts with little use.
Today, against Peach Blossom True Person, whose cultivation was only slightly higher than his own, a casual lightning technique unleashed from the Thunder Kui Wings had shattered the opponent's fully activated spiritual power shield. Only then did Song Wen gain a rough understanding of the power of his lightning arts.
Though his thoughts raced, Song Wen did not stop.
Peach Blossom True Person, blasted into midair, desperately circulated his cultivation technique, trying to mobilize his spiritual power and seize a sliver of survival.
However, the power of lightning had directly invaded his body, rampaging through his meridians and slowing even the circulation of his spiritual power.
Just then, a streak of cold light flashed forth and pierced through his abdomen.
"No—"
Peach Blossom True Person's eyes brimmed with despair.
That streak of cold light had shredded his dantian and Nascent Soul!
Song Wen sent out two streams of spiritual power, sweeping Peach Blossom True Person and Rong Shu over and throwing them onto the ground before him.
As for the guards at Peach Blossom Valley's gate, they had all died, killed by the scattered lightning from Song Wen and Peach Blossom True Person's clash.
Yet Peach Blossom True Person's sedan couch had survived. It was