Above the boundless swamp.
"Y-you're from the Thunder Pool Lineage?!" Hermit Empty Valley cried in shock.
"Weren't you wiped out?"
Disbelief filled his voice, along with the anger of someone who had been deceived.
The intelligence he had received was perfectly clear: Partridge Whistle was trapped on the Eternal Fall Continent, Shen Xisheng was trapped in Rage City, and the Thunder Pool was about to change hands.
Every faction on the Western Kun Continent was rubbing its hands, ready to carve up the Thunder Pool.
Yet this Spirit Transformation Cultivator, who had looked plump and harmless moments ago, had transformed into a member of the Thunder Pool Lineage. Worse, his cultivation was absurdly powerful.
No one said the Thunder Pool Lineage had someone like him.
At those words, the vicious grin at the corner of Bai Zhan's mouth widened.
His five fingers tightened sharply around High Person Stone Star's neck. Violet-gold wind and lightning burst between his knuckles, spreading down his fingers and across High Person Stone Star's body like countless tiny lightning snakes biting him in a frenzy.
"To hell with your 'wiped out'!"
With that savage roar, Bai Zhan clenched his fingers.
The power of his blood and qi at the Nirvana Late Stage and his magic power at the Void Refinement Late Stage poured into his palm together. The two forces met and compressed between his fingers, forming a violet-gold sphere of light the size of a fist.
High Person Stone Star did not even have time to scream.
His body was as fragile as paper before that destructive force, shattering inch by inch from the neck down.
Cracks spread across him like a spiderweb. In the next instant, the wind and lightning erupting from Bai Zhan's palm ground his entire body to dust.
A thick cloud