Brother Wuji, Please Stay

Xue Wuji and Yun Chujiu were very close to each other. An Feng and An Yin did not expect Xue Wuji to suddenly make a move. It was too late for the two of them to save her.

Just as Xue Wuji's hand almost touched Yun Chujiu, she nimbly dodged his hand. Then, she waved her right hand and a purple lightning bolt struck Xue Wuji.

Although Xue Wuji was caught off guard, his spiritual power was still superb after all. He tilted his body sligtly to dodge Yun Chujiu's attack. "Oh, Little Sister Jiu is really something..."

Xue Wuji's words stopped abruptly because he never expected that another purple bolt of lightning would strike! In his knowledge, a mere fourth level spirit enhancement cultivator who had just cast a spell would need at least a few dozen or even a hundred breaths before he could use the spell again. He never thought that Yun Chujiu, this weirdo, could actually attack consecutively.