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"Seeking death, kill him for me!"
Dressed in dark robes, the elder issued a thunderous command, and over ten martial artists hidden in the clouds around them all flashed with thunder light simultaneously.
Ye Zhen's eyes suddenly turned icy, and a pair of Spirit Wings appeared abruptly on his back. Thunder Light flickered in his palm as he was about to make his move.
But in that instant, a rumbling thunderbolt zipped from afar like lightning, "Stop, all of you stop, everybody just stop!"
The voice from within the Thunder Light caused both the dark-robed elder and Mo Tong to look surprised. The ten-plus martial artists surrounding Ye Zhen halted their movements because of this bellow.
Ye Zhen, who was about to strike, slightly furrowed his brows; this voice seemed somehow familiar.
By the time Ye Zhen saw the figure emerging from the thunder, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and the Thunder Power he had gathered in his palm dissipated.