'Crap!'
As a Steward of the Qingyi Gang with no significant background, Guo Jie had clawed his way up from the very bottom.
He had survived numerous life-or-death battles, and his wealth of combat experience had solidified his path in Martial Arts.
Being struck by the Divine Soul Secret Technique had left his mind reeling and his limbs weak, but this desperate situation only ignited his fighting spirit.
CRACKLE!
The power hidden deep within his bloodline erupted from his heart as azure electric arcs, instantly surging throughout his body.
'Move!'
'Move, faster!'
"AARGH!"
With a furious roar, Guo Jie's eyes flashed with electricity. He abruptly raised an arm, forming a sword with his fingers and aiming for his assailant's throat.
Thunderbolt Lightning!
His movements were incredibly fast, his arm leaving afterimages as a sharp sound of displaced air echoed.
The full Cultivation and power of a Lower Seventh-Grade Martial Artist were on display in that moment.
