Rumble~
A figure in the sky was struck by a terrifying thunderbolt, sending the whole person tumbling through the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist.
At the same time, a spirit herb emitting a blue light flew from his hand, captured by a ray of violet light.
"Ah~ Thunder Tiger King, you won't die a good death!"
The disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, whose chest was a charred mess, heavily fell to the ground. He let out a miserable scream, then glared forward at Jiang Che with eyes full of hatred.
"Hehe, many have wanted this king dead. Unfortunately, most of them have gone to meet King Yama, and this king is still very much alive to this day."
Jiang Che, with a cold smile on his face, glanced at the spirit herb in his palm and said calmly.
