The first thunder finished, luckily, Ye Chenghong's entire body was charred, but he was in good shape.
Under the gaze of the crowd, the second thunder slowly descended. It was still a wrist-thick thunder pillar, falling straight on Ye Chenghong's head. Ye Chenghong summoned the Qingying Sword, pointing straight at the sky.
Just when everyone was expecting the Qingying Sword to turn to dust, it remarkably emitted a bright light, directly connecting to the thunder pillar. The pillar seemed attracted, staying motionless.
An Yiqing was dumbfounded; did the Qingying Sword have this function?
At this moment, the Qingying Sword was shrouded in strands of purple thunder, the blade trembling with excitement. Ye Chenghong gripped the Qingying Sword tightly, only to find it was completely out of his control. Seeing this, An Yiqing immediately shouted coquettishly, "Behave yourself!"
