Boom!!!
Terrifying divine thunderbolts poured down like waterfalls, crashing onto Ning Changyu.
The surging white lightning instantly engulfed Ning Changyu, obscuring the scene within.
When Chen Zhixing clenched his five fingers, the boundless thunder dissipated.
Thud.
Ning Changyu knelt powerlessly on the ground; his already gaunt figure had lost all color.
He became extremely shriveled and old, even his hair turned into dry, gray straw.
"Still not dead?" Chen Zhixing was surprised.
With just the techniques he used earlier, not to mention Ning Changyu who relied on the Life-Burning Curse to reach the Pseudo-True Self Realm.
Even ten genuine True Self Realm cultivators would have been ground to dust!
He could only say one thing—
No wonder he's the Celestial Chosen Protagonist!
"Chen Zhixing!!"
Ning Changyu looked at Chen Zhixing fiercely, his expression a mix of shock and anger.
From the moment he entered this Buddhist Hall to the sudden attack from Chen Zhixing!
