The lightning was so swift that even a master like the Willow Association's Ancestor could not stop it, watching helplessly as it struck Liu Zixuan's back.
Pfft!
A sound fell as Liu Zixuan endured the strike, his shirt turning to dust in the blink of an eye, leaving a shocking wound on his back, with blood streaming out.
The sharp pain spread throughout his body, causing Liu Zixuan's facial muscles to spasm a few times, and he gasped in shock, falling straight to the ground.
Feeling the intense vibration of the Nameless Sword, Liu Zixuan forced out a faint smile, "Old pal, thank goodness you're okay."
Buzz~!
The Nameless Sword vibrated again in Liu Zixuan's hand, but with the vibration, a peculiar sensation transmitted from the sword body to Liu Zixuan's wrist, reducing his pain somewhat.
"Zixuan, my young friend, leave there quickly!" The Willow Association's Ancestor shouted at him.
