As the Sect Hierarch of the Taiping Sect, he chose not to strike Jiang Li at this critical moment, nor did he pay attention to the court's troop movements. Instead, he came here, to the borderland between two provinces.
Zhang Zhixuan's right hand twinned fingers traced in the void, with thunder and lightning interweaving to form a Thunder Talisman half a person tall, with the figures of many Thunder Gods and twisted ancient characters formed by thunder.
"Imperial command!"
Zhang Zhixuan uttered softly, and as the Thunder Talisman landed below the dark clouds at his feet, the thunderclouds churned suddenly, and Thunder Light flashed, intertwining like dragons and snakes, their scales opening and closing with endless power of life and death swirling about.
Every inch of the sky seemed to glow bright, with terrifying Thunder Light spreading to form a sea of thunder and lightning, and then—
"Boom!"
