"Thunder River."
Ning Jiang let out a long cry and threw a punch.
In an instant, a brilliant Thunderbolt erupted from his body, flowing like a ceaseless, roaring river as it surged toward the Cyan-Haired One-Horned Lion.
From the White Ape's perspective, the Thunderbolt was like a river from the heavens crashing down, transforming into a torrent that rushed forward, destroying everything in its path.
The punch wasn't aimed at it.
Yet, a skin-crawling fear seized it. Every hair on its body stood on end out of sheer instinct, and its scalp felt like it was about to split open.
That one punch could have absolutely obliterated it, reducing it to dust.
'My instincts were right after all,' the White Ape thought, terrified. 'Even if I used my Talent Divine Techniques, I'd be no match for him.'
The next moment, the two bolts of lightning crashed into each other.
The Purple Thunder River clashed with the Cyan-Haired One-Horned Lion's Talent Divine Techniques.
"RUMBLE!"
