Almost the entire arena had become the domain of thunder.
Xu Jin held a longsword, his gaze fixed on Yuyang Daozi. He edged forward to test the waters, only to draw ten thousand bolts of lightning down upon him.
It had to be said that Yuyang Daozi today really did seem like a different person compared with last time.
Or perhaps he had trained specifically to counter Xu Jin.
Xu Jin felt the space around him constantly being tugged back and forth by Yuyang's Divine Art as he searched for a suitable opening.
Against an opponent like this, no amount of caution was excessive.
At the same cultivation realm, Xu Jin might have held the advantage in strength, but that did not mean he could let his guard down.
Yuyang Daozi stood suspended in the air, his purple Spirit Treasure Wooden Sword transformed into rushing lightning that guarded his flanks.
For Yuyang Daozi, this was undoubtedly a bitter battle, but it was also pure enjoyment.
Unlike Chu Xingchen, Xu Jin did not launch verbal assaults. His fighting style was comparatively straightforward and silent, which at least made the fight far more pleasant.
"Divine Art-Eightfold Moment."
Yuyang Daozi raised a hand and grasped the lightning rushing beside him. The next instant, he flashed to Xu Jin's side as though traversing space and time.
He raised the lightning in his hand as though wielding judgment itself and brought it down on Xu Jin with all his might.
"Divine Art-Nine Thunders Ascend to the Firmament!"
Xu Jin immediately felt an overwhelming pressure rolling toward him from his side. He swiftly retreated, shifting his gaze, only to see endless lightning.
The lightning surged with incredible speed, swallowing Xu Jin in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
It was as though divine thunder had descended