“Die!” Lin Xun took the initiative to launch an attack.

Qin Xuandu frowned at Lin Xun’s aggressive attack. Lightning flashed around his body as a dazzling bolt took shape in the palm of his hand. He blasted his palm forward. 

Lightning Palm!

Instantly, as though a true lightning calamity had swept the world to destroy it, a destructive aura filled the area. It was the power of lightning!

The spies hiding in the shadows trembled all over, almost suffocating from the terrifying power. It was a casual attack, but it made their hair stand on end. 

“Brother Xuandu is truly enraged. Even a cultivator of the same cultivation stage will have to retreat, let alone a Heaven Ascension teenager.” One of the Cyclic Derivation experts sighed, shaking his head. 

Another crowed, “It seems like one strike is enough to kill the kid!” 

The other Cyclic Derivation experts’ lips curled upwards in delight. Lightning Palm was a secret art of the Qin Clan with unrivaled killing power. 

A surge of satisfaction rose in Qin Ziming’s heart. When he had faced Lin Xun earlier, he had almost panicked to the...