Wang Shouzhen recovered rapidly, and the black lines on his face quickly dissipated.
It was unclear whether it was the effect of Wen Zhixing's Palm Thunder or if fear had activated his potential.
Alright then… Wen Zhixing inwardly thought it was a pity.
He had wanted to use Palm Thunder a few more times for practice.
"Junior Brother Wang, are you all right?"
Wen Zhixing clapped his hands together. The Palm Thunder transformed into two arcs of lightning and dissipated. Then, he quickly strode forward to check on Wang Shouzhen's condition.
"I... I'm... fine... Thank you... Senior Brother..."
Wang Shouzhen managed a weak smile, a trace of gratitude appearing on his face as he struggled to get up.
CRACKLE!
Then, a surge of lightning power that had yet to dissipate emerged from his body.
Wang Shouzhen's body trembled, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
At this moment, his entire body was charred black from the Palm Thunder, and his hair stood on end.
