Lu Qingwu seemed able to see straight into people's hearts. Noticing Zhang Yuan's intention to retreat, he immediately burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, leaving already? My hands have suddenly begun itching for a fight. Since you two fellow Daoists are here, why not take one move from me before you go?"
When Zhang Yuan wanted to fight him, he refused to fight. But if Zhang Yuan wanted to leave, he would not let him go so easily either.
He excelled at the arts of the pill cauldron and was also proficient in talisman arts, formation arts, curse-killing, and other minor heterodox arts. Offensive combat was admittedly not his forte, but that did not mean his only means of fighting was a whisk that was a Pre-Heaven Supreme Treasure.
He had lived for a thousand years, after all. He had plenty of tricks up his sleeves.
"It would be rude not to return the favor. Didn't you use lightning just now? I happen to have a Thunder Arts divine ability, so consider this my return gift."
Lu Qingwu's smile was utterly savage. Something instantly filled the broad sleeves of his Daoist robe, making them bulge. With both arms moving at once, he hurled the Thunder Arts divine ability within his sleeves at Zhang Yuan and Xiao Yuanjun.
Rumble!
Two thunderclaps exploded through the silent, desolate chaos.
Two Thunder Pools swelled larger and larger as they hurtled toward Zhang Yuan and Xiao Yuanjun.
Unlike the radiant, righteous majesty of ordinary heavenly thunder, the Thunder Pools Lu Qingwu had thrown contained black Yin Thunder steeped in dense death qi. Brimming with death and destruction, it was unmistakably a top-tier slaughter divine ability. Someone at celestial person early stage would likely be gravely wounded and left dying by touching even a wisp, let alone an