"What? Such strong thunder magic!" The high rank Innate Realm fighter widened his eyes, clearly not expecting this.
The next moment, he was surrounded by electric light.
With a roar, he swung his longsword, creating countless waves of sword aura, finally managing to dissipate the purple palm.
Even so, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, having sustained some injuries.
By the time he turned back, Shen Zhui and Zi Xuan were fleeing in different directions, their retreating figures barely discernible.
Seeing flying ships appearing in the distance, the two core disciples of the Dragon Tiger Sect cursed in anger and retreated.
"Is that him?" Zi Xuan, disguised as a man, looked back at the fleeing figure of Shen Zhui. "This maneuver with thunder magic... seems familiar... "
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After fleeing for about ten miles, Shen Zhui realized there was no one pursuing him.