"Hmph, child's play!" Zhan Rushui snorted coldly. The Vast Righteous Qi within several feet of him immediately transformed into a whirlwind, carrying his body soaring straight upward with the force to rush ninety thousand miles into the sky. The Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors instantly cut through empty air. At the same time, the whirlwind howled and, just like Xiao Hua's Nascent Soul hand, transformed into a gigantic fist that smashed down at Xiao Hua from above. "Buzz..." The space within dozens of yards around Xiao Hua froze, as though scholars from countless ages had joined together in swinging their fists against him.
Xiao Hua frowned. The Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors, which had been taking advantage of the moment to sweep upward, traced a several-foot streak of golden light before stopping once more. Against an old man like Zhan Rushui, a vicious weapon like the Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors was truly too cruel. Xiao Hua could not quite bear it. He had only used sixty percent of his magical power with the scissors just now and had not dared to unleash their full might.
Xiao Hua looked up at the fist high overhead, then at the vast, boundless Vast Righteous Qi surrounding him. He slapped his chest, and the five silk handkerchiefs of the Five Qi True Thunder flew into the air. As soon as the handkerchiefs emerged, five-colored clouds rose on all sides. Xiao Hua opened his mouth, and five streams of sword qi fell upon them. An Execution Stage slowly formed amid the clouds.
"Thunder is Heaven's command! Once my thunder emerges, all shall submit!" Xiao Hua's tongue burst like spring thunder as he waved his hand. The Five Qi True Thunder crashed down like five enormous dragons winding through the sky. **"Whether you are scholars of a thousand