Tong Xiu raised a hand. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly plummeted, rushing instantly towards the long spear.
The horsetail whisk in his right hand finally moved, transforming into a sky full of silver threads that enshrouded the long spear. Silence!
A profound silence, with no sound to be heard, was followed by a sudden spread of sound waves. These waves caused the platform beneath their feet to instantly cave inward, like the smooth bottom of a bowl.
"Transforming Sanqing, Qian of three continuous lines, Zhen of the upturned bowl."
"Thunder Brewed by Heaven, Thunder Falls!"
"Qian-Zhen, motionless."
With a RUMBLE, the platform shattered, kicking up a cloud of dust that filled the air.
That earth-shattering spear, wrapped in lightning, was suddenly stilled, then exploded into fragments!
The two men retreated, instantly putting hundreds of meters between them.
The Tribulation Cloud, which borrowed the power of lightning, was casually dispersed by Tong Xiu!
