The speed of lightning, the ultimate peak of the world!
Even though the Master's primordial spirit was clear, he hadn't expected Fang Zheng to strike relentlessly, and trying to evade was already too late.
Heart Intent Twelve Forms!
Thunder transformed into dragons and snakes, eagles and bears, snakes and sparrows... in an instant, it completely engulfed the area where the Mad Daoist was.
"Boom..."
Accompanied by a loud noise, the grand hall of the county government office collapsed with a roar. This splendid place, built with the tireless efforts of countless craftsmen, turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.
In the midst of the ruins.
A palm-sized cyan flying sword circled in the field like a spirit fish, completely cutting off the Mad Daoist from the thunder.
A few feet away, the area was a mess, but within a few feet, it was as stable as ever.
"Is this the legendary Cyan Rope Sword?"
