"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Between heaven and earth, it seemed like only this sound remained. Rolling white and blue lightning kept striking down, like a heavenly dragon, unleashing terrifying and astonishing power, blasting the ground of the Imperial Palace into dust.
The lightning was too dense. Initially, Zhe Feng and the others could still see the figure of Li Qingmu, but gradually, all they could see was a white expanse and a hazy veil of dust.
"I can't see anything. Could he be in trouble?"
Zhe Feng looked worried.
At this moment, at the center of the lightning, two figures were almost touching, so close as to be within an inch of each other.
You Su felt no pressure dealing with a young disciple who had only been practicing martial arts for just over a year; it was as effortless as teasing a little fish.
Wherever he pointed, he would sprinkle fish food, and Li Qingmu would foolishly follow, utterly naive.
