After making the arrangements, Hong Yao turned and plunged deep into the thunderclouds once more, arriving before Hua Maochen, who was trapped within the lightning net.
Crackle!
Crackle!
Thunder arts exploded against the ears. Hua Maochen was deliberately rubbing his body against the lightning net again and again, using it to temper his sword body.
This dangerous lightning art could trap and kill even cultivators at the Twelfth Layer Essence Condensation, yet before him, it was like an ordinary net, its power utterly unremarkable.
"Heh, you finally decided to show yourself?"
Upon seeing Hong Yao appear, Hua Maochen's face broke into a cold smile.
After his defeat in the eastward campaign, he had learned shame and risen with renewed vigor. He joined the First Prince's faction and voluntarily requested to guard the eastern border against the barbarians.
That decision had led him, through a fortunate twist of fate, to discover a hidden sword tomb.
There, he had obtained the inheritance of the Body-Sword Technique. He began abandoning the sword to cultivate his body, honing his sword body.
Now that he had achieved minor success in this path, his combat strength had soared, giving him the capital to fight Hong Yao.
Hong Yao said nothing. With a wave of his hand, he dispelled the lightning net.
Seeing this, Hua Maochen asked, "What? Has Lord Hong Yao realized that trapping me is useless and decided to send me on my way?"
"That's right."
Hong Yao nodded, then grinned. "I'll send you westward on a crane right now!"
Rumble!
Rumble!
The instant Hong Yao's words fell, rolling thunder surged without end, like war drums beaten by divine beings in the heavens.
The next moment, threadlike scarlet bolts of lightning extended outward from every part of Hong Yao's body.
Those scarlet lightning strands, fine