A column of white light shot into the sky.
It was as if two suns hung in the sky.
It took a full hundred breaths before the light began to slowly fade.
A mountain peak that once stood upon the earth had vanished, leaving a sudden, glaring gap in the rolling range.
Zhu Ju, who had vanished, reappeared. After sweeping the area with his Divine Thought, he shot downward.
A short while later, a dusty storage bag and a Flying Sword with its Spirituality damaged appeared in his palm.
'It seems Hong Kan was wrong. The Mixed Element Thunder Bomb is powerful, but unless you're at the very center of the explosion, it can't kill a Late-Stage Golden Core Cultivator.'
'After all...'
'Even Guu Qinghuan almost managed to escape.'
Weighing the items in his hand, a smile finally broke through the tension on Zhu Ju's face.
Golden Core Grandmasters temper themselves with Primordial Spirit Techniques, granting them a degree of foresight. They can instinctively sense danger before it arrives.
