"It's actually a Thunder Technique! This kid, he actually cultivates a Thunder Technique."
Lu Li exclaimed in shock.
Thunder gathered in Ye Xuan's palm. He didn't even blink, locking his gaze firmly on Feng Qingrui. Meeting the sharp longsword she thrust toward him, he slammed his right palm out.
"Thunder Technique!"
A low, harsh shout burst from Ye Xuan's mouth.
In that instant, the thunder condensed and coiled in his palm suddenly exploded with a loud "bang." The space around Ye Xuan was almost like it was collapsing, roaring with a terrifying blast.
Feng Qingrui condensed her Sword Qi into a single sword and stabbed toward Ye Xuan's side.
By now, the space around Feng Qingrui had long since been frozen over. Crystal-clear ice blossoms bloomed between her brows, and the Sword Gang circling her body had formed into an ice wall.
But…
When the thunder in Ye Xuan's palm, like a giant python, smashed viciously into that ice wall, the ice wall instantly crumbled apart.
