Pu Miaomiao and Abbess Feilong both knew what they were looking at. The sight of the Soundless Divine Thunder nearly scared their guts out, and all they wanted was to flee for their lives.
Forget stealing anyone's flying swords. If they fled too slowly, Yan Yingmu might seize them out of thin air with a great Jin-light hand...
For one thing, Yan Yingmu was formidable indeed.
For another, Jiang Xuejun's fearsome reputation preceded her!
In truth, neither of them had ever met Yan Yingmu. They had only heard of her two most famous signature techniques: the great Jin-light hand and the Soundless Divine Thunder. They had never witnessed either.
But both had seen Jiang Xuejun kill. A flash of Jin light, and a head hit the ground. She never showed the slightest mercy when killing!
Abbess Feilong was confident that, with her current strength, she could exchange a few blows with Jiang Xuejun. Pu Miaomiao would never dare.
The two fled on their swords, with Wu Xing desperately keeping up behind them.
In the blink of an eye, they had flown a thousand miles away. Wu Xing called out loudly, "What exactly did you two encounter? Has some powerful Monster emerged?"
All he had seen was Pu Miaomiao's Jin-light wheel suddenly crumble into ash, its Jin light bursting across the sky without even a whisper of sound. He still had no idea what had happened.
"Fellow Daoist Pu, when you said Soundless Divine Thunder, did you mean the exclusive thunder technique of that lady at Wondrous Truth Abbey?"
He also wanted to ask whether Pu Miaomiao had learned that thunder technique, but her behavior suggested otherwise. Could Yan Yingmu have arrived?
Abbess Feilong looked at him with utter contempt, thinking, *How has this fool survived among the righteous and evil