Looking at the blood mist bursting apart in midair, Jinghua and Ruiyi on the other side had not even grasped what had happened. Their first thought was: what kind of escape art was this?
It actually let someone turn into a cloud of blood mist and then disappear outright.
It was so fast that even they had failed to see it clearly. Someone with poorer eyesight might have mistaken it for a man smashing his own body apart against thin air...
But soon, a scream brought them face-to-face with reality.
"Aah!"
Chang Jing's piercing scream rang out from the blood mist. The mist that had just exploded swiftly gathered again, seemingly trying to reconstruct his body, but it was already too late.
On the other side, Wang Ping had already reached into his robes. First, he took out a Cinnabar Edict and suspended it in the air. Then he set down the Longbow, took a brush in one hand and supported an Inkstone with the other. He dipped the brush tip into the Inkstone, lifted a streak of lightning, and gently set it upon the Cinnabar Edict.
[Execution]!
In an instant, everyone present seemed to hear a calm rebuke beside their ears. Like thunder rolling and bursting across the sky, it immediately bathed every face in lightning.
Among them, Jinghua, who hailed from the [Radiant Realm], was the most knowledgeable. He immediately recognized the origin of that thunderous voice, yet-
His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "Altar Thunder?!"
The Five Divine Firmament Thunders had been an exceedingly exalted lineage in the age of the Great Rebellion. Any one of them possessed limitless might, far surpassing ordinary lightning.
"I've gotten off lightly. All I heard was the thunderous voice..."
"Chang Jing-that old bastard is going to die!"
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