Qin Tianyi abruptly turned his head.
Li Chuanqi happened to be touching down. He descended on his sword without anything like Zhang Yuan's thunderous commotion, his arrival quiet and restrained. Three inches above the ground, he recalled his spirit sword to his side, then planted his feet on the earth, stirring an invisible wave of air that surged outward.
As the wave swept past, the burning forest seemed to have a basin of cold water poured over it. The inferno caused by the Golden Carriage's crash died out in an instant.
"You..."
Li Chuanqi looked at Qin Tianyi directly ahead and opened his mouth to speak. But he had barely uttered "you" when a bolt of cyan lightning as thick as a tree came crashing toward him, swelling rapidly in his vision.
Li Chuanqi's brow tightened slightly. Gripping his spirit sword, he slashed, splitting the cyan lightning in two just as he had the Three-Colored Qi Light. The halves swept past his sides.
"Very well. It seems there is no need to talk. Since you are a Thunder Cultivator, I will not spare your Three Hun and Seven Po," Li Chuanqi said coldly.
His attack thwarted, Qin Tianyi's expression soured. Rather than speak to Li Chuanqi, he secretly communicated with Zhang Yuan through voice transmission, asking for information about him.
"Brother, who is this fellow? He seems rather strange," Qin Tianyi asked.
An Eight-Turn Qi Refining Perfected Person who could wield the strength of a Celestial Person, whose techniques included both Sword Qi and thunderous lightning-how had he never heard a word about such a peculiar being before?
The Ya Kingdom and the Ao Kingdom were on fairly friendly terms. If the Ao Kingdom had a Thunder Cultivator with such profound cultivation, there was no way he would not have