Whoosh!
Yu Longxuan moved as lightning erupted from his palm like a violent storm unleashed, tearing through the air with a sharp, deafening crack.
The killing intent within it was real.
This was not intimidation.
This was an execution.
The Seventh Prince's eyes were filled with confidence.
Since his humiliation at Mo Tianji's hands, he had thrown himself into relentless cultivation.
Day and night without rest.
And the results spoke for themselves.
Soul Formation Realm!
A level far beyond most of his peers.
More importantly, he had crossed realms to fight.
He had defeated cultivators in the Spirit Severing Realm as well.
That alone was enough to place him among the top of his generation.
So in his eyes—Nie Fengzhuo?
Just another stepping stone.
Someone who dared to stand in his way.
Someone who would be crushed.
"You overestimate yourself!"
Yu Longxuan's voice thundered as the lightning in his hand surged even more violently.
