"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 upward with the force to shoot straight into the skies for ninety thousand li. The Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors instantly cut empty air. At the same time, the whirlwind howled and, like Xiao Hua's Nascent Soul hand, formed into a gigantic fist that smashed down at Xiao Hua from above. "Buzz..." The space within dozens of zhang around Xiao Hua solidified, as though scholars from countless millennia 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 again. Against the seventy-year-old Zhan Rushui, such a vicious weapon was truly too cruel. Xiao Hua could not quite bear it. Even just now, he had only used sixty percent of his power with the Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors, not daring to wield them at full force!
Xiao Hua looked up at the fist high in the air, then at the vast, sea-like Vast Righteous Qi around him. He slapped his chest, and the five silk handkerchiefs of the Five Qi True Thunder shot into midair. As soon as they emerged, five-colored clouds rose in all directions. Xiao Hua opened his mouth, and five streams of sword qi fell onto them. An Execution Stage slowly emerged from within the clouds.
"Thunder is Heaven's command. When my thunder emerges, all beings submit!" Xiao Hua's tongue boomed 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 ages or killing intent of ten