Ka ka ka!
Just as all the monks were ecstatically excited, Zhaxi, who had been still all this time, suddenly started trembling all over.
The charred outer skin from the thunderstrike began to peel off in chunks, eventually revealing Zhaxi's bloody and mangled body.
"I never thought, never thought there would be a Great Mage among you who could command Celestial Thunder. I must eliminate this threat for Iron Yama."
Zhaxi revealed a bloodthirsty grin, directing his gaze toward Sun Yan holding the Great Seal in the crowd.
He instantly recognized this man's extraordinary nature; his attire and appearance were visibly different from those of the Tibetan people.
Zhaxi immediately strode forward and swung the Yanyue Saber towards Sun Yan.
This slash was fierce and aggressive, and before it even landed, Sun Yan was already feeling a faint pain on his face. Facing a human-level monster like Zhaxi, Sun Yan couldn't afford any negligence or holding back.
