The moment the lightning gathered, the teahouse glowed with a blinding light!
Faust Beaumont thrust both hands forward, the light shining, directly smashing towards Iwan Martinez!
Some martial artists with slightly weaker cultivation were shaken until they bled from their seven orifices and uncontrollably fell to the ground.
"Courting death." Iwan Martinez's face changed slightly.
He realized that the person he was facing now was the strongest he had encountered since coming out.
Without any hesitation, Iwan threw the wooden sword in his hand, sticking it in the ground at his feet.
He stared intently at the mass of lightning, sitting still on the chair.
The lightning roared towards him, but when it reached Iwan, it seemed to be blocked by something.
It couldn't advance at all.
Sweat slightly dripped from Iwan's temples, indicating he wasn't relaxed at all.
He sat motionless, but the spiritual power coursed frantically throughout his body.
