Zhou Qing smiled without saying a word, stopped, and stood in place, looking at the three-story wooden building ahead.
In the next moment, the originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, with dark clouds gathering and a fierce wind rising.
The Spiritual Power in his body was also violently boiling, and the Broken Sword in his hand was instantly enveloped in a layer of ghostly blue lightning.
As the thunder flickered, even the surrounding space seemed to twist because of it.
The ground beneath his feet, centered around him, started to crack and spread like a spiderweb, with occasional arcs of lightning jumping and flickering within the cracks.
Roar!
A roaring Thunder Dragon condensed and emerged from the clouds, quickly transforming into a terrifying Thunder Sword aiming directly at the wooden house below.
"Zhou Qing, I didn't expect you to dare walk into a trap. Today, your head..."
"Fourth Style of the Thunder Sword Skills: Strike Down!"
