"Divine Power Heavenly Thunder Palm, Sixth Form!"
Wang Jie thrust out his palm. Rolling thunder boomed as if blasting from his hand, the wild thunder like a raging dragon bursting from the sea.
"Is that all you've got?" A flicker of contempt crossed Zhu Shaoyou's eyes. "Then you can just lose!"
Zhu Shaoyou strode forward, his body erupting in a cyan glow that illuminated the surroundings of the martial arts arena. His eyes flashed, and he immediately threw a devastating punch. The massive Fist Seal swelled as it flew through the air, colliding with the raging purple thunder in the blink of an eye.
Zhu Shaoyou pushed his Refining Spirit Second Layer Heaven cultivation to its limit, proving to be a cut above even Wang Jie.
BOOM!
The cyan Fist Seal and the purple thunder tangled in midair, but only for a few moments.
Suddenly, Wang Jie's face paled. He stumbled back again and again, nearly falling off the side of the arena.
"He lost?"
