In an instant, the violet lightning of calamity gathered in Yan Wuse’s colorless palm, extending into the form of an electrifying spear.
The violet spear of lightning plunged into the earth, its tail erging above, electric serpents writhing, covering his entire body. Yan Wuse, draped in a pale golden robe, was now adorned with the colors of untad dominance.
“Thunderstrike Spear!”
Xiao Kongtong’s heart sank.
This was no ordinary spiritual weapon, but a spiritual technique.
If the previous encounter with Butterfly Moon was child’s play, this Thunderstrike Spear was the pinnacle of Saint Martial Arts, Yan Wuse’s first renowned technique that earned him fa as the bearer of the “Light of Spiritual Cultivation.”
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