Their palms met, and waves of energy erupted.
On one side, Ge Honglin unleashed his Purple Sky Divine Thunder. Purple serpents of lightning danced across the sky as the Dharma Aspect behind him—a figure that was neither fully man nor bird—unleashed a piercing might.
On the other, Zhang Zhizhen seemed to embody the Celestial Dao itself. Tribulation clouds filled the sky, shooting out arcs of silver lightning.
The two Powers of Thunder and Lightning clashed, brilliant and dazzling.
One was from the Qi Clan, bearers of a powerful Bloodline and the true origin of the Thunder Skill.
The other wielded a formidable art, honed through constant evolution and forged between life and death.
They were the representatives of the new and the old!
CRACKLE!!
The scalp-tingling sound of lightning filled the air. The two fighters met and parted in an instant, both driven backward.
The crowd clearly saw that Zhang Zhizhen had been pushed back nearly twice as far as Ge Honglin.
