Conflict erupted among the Lower Seven Peaks!
The Disciples of the Eight Peaks unleashed their True Essence, which transformed into all sorts of raging energies and surged toward Qin Ya. But he remained completely composed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He immediately circulated his True Essence, forming an invisible barrier to protect Jing'er. His own body moved like a ghostly illusion. With a shift of his feet, he easily dodged the various attacks. Before the Disciples of the Seven Peaks could even react, he waved his hand. Several bolts of furious Thunder swept out, violently blasting them away!
The few men collapsed to the ground, their limbs twitching. The faint, acrid smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The onlookers were inwardly horrified. One had to understand that while these men weren't major figures in Kunyun Palace, they were all Martial Artists at the Sky-Controlling Perfection Level. To think they had been defeated so effortlessly by Qin Ya.
