"Little Five Thunder Palm..."
With black smoke billowing from their mouths, the twins stared at the old man in disbelief, unable to comprehend that the seemingly listless old fellow they'd traveled with actually concealed such terrifying strength.
"Are you still in a rush?"
Having subdued the twins with a single palm strike, the old man caressed his rough hands, about to pick them both up when his earlobe suddenly twitched.
BANG—
The clash of palms caused a violent shock.
The rampant and fierce Lei Mang burst forth, emitting a piercing screech in the void.
"Not bad. There are no Thunder Magic sects in Qinlong Province. Seeing that you're a cultivator from this province as well, where did you learn this Thunder Magic?"
With a calm expression, Qi Xiu retracted his right hand and curiously questioned the old man before him.
"Damn, a Thunder Law Cultivator!"
