Fu Qinglan shouted fiercely, striking with one palm.
Shi Ju remained calm, a flick of his folding fan blocked the attack, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"You really think you're something!"
His free left hand quickly formed a Dao Law Method gesture, with a speed so fast that thunder seemed to explode in a trance.
Crack!
Fu Qinglan seemed struck by lightning, plummeting into the earth.
When she stood up, her dress was flickering with dense silver-white arcs of electricity.
She groaned softly, her green Qi Power instantly dispersing the arcs.
In her eyes, there was a hint of apprehension and uncertainty.
Wasn't the opponent purely a Nine Yang Body? How could they also wield Thunder Dao Skill?
"You can't save him."
Shi Ju's cold laughter echoed around her ears.
Fu Qinglan looked up, the golden clock had completely descended, encompassing Luo Chen's figure within.
