Xuantian Academy, Heavenly Thunder Institute.
In a valley shrouded in dark clouds, a figure like a demon god floated cross-legged in the midst of the valley.
"Boom~" A thunderclap resounded as Zhao Xing opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and lightning-like across the sky.
As he opened his eyes, another purple figure suddenly appeared at the other end of the valley.
"Zhao Xing!" Wang Tianzhi's eyes lit up, "Come, hit me!"
Wang Tianzhi descended, the air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, the temperature plummeting abruptly.
His clothes flapped loudly, black hair danced, and a faint blue glow appeared on his skin. His hands swiftly moved through seals, each change in his hand gestures bringing forth a black stream of energy.
Zhao Xing mirrored Wang Tianzhi's actions, his fingers as nimble as spiritual snakes, swiftly interlaced, flipped, and the sealing technique was complex yet orderly.
However, Zhao Xing's shadows were everywhere in the valley.
