Xu Yunfan stood suspended in mid-air, his robes whipping loudly in the Gang Wind.
The black lightning still clinging to the blade of his True Martial Sword slithered like a living creature, illuminating the hundred-zhang radius in flickering light.
His Divine Sense spread out like a net, clearly capturing more than a dozen hidden auras on the outskirts of True Martial Peak.
Those Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters hiding in the clouds didn't even have time to conceal their astonishment, their Divine Sense fluctuations creating faint ripples in the air.
'Three strikes...'
