Li Chen clapped his hands and walked towards Wui Shaotian, asking with a smile.
"How does it feel, the taste of my lightning?"
"You brat, don't be arrogant!"
A ghastly elder saw Li Chen approaching and suddenly bellowed.
Then, from beneath his black robe, a skeletal hand swiftly extended, flickering with a gloomy green flame.
"Ghostly Ghost Fire!"
Li Chen's expression remained unchanged as he coldly retorted, "Such lowly tricks, you dare to flaunt them before me?"
Before his words even fell, he countered with a backhand slap.
The palm wind was fierce and domineering, like the surging waves atop the sea.
And the ghastly elder's Ghostly Ghost Fire was like a lone boat drifting with the waves, seemingly on the verge of being engulfed by the towering waves at any moment.
Seeing the dire situation, another elder also urgently summoned his True Yuan, joining the fray.
Facing two opponents, Li Chen still appeared relaxed and at ease, seemingly not taking them seriously at all.