In the void, the white-robed youth held a three-foot sword blade, standing proudly with a contemptuous gaze.
The entire audience was filled with shock and disbelief, a deathly silence pervading the air.
"How... how is this possible?"
"He... he's not an Earth Immortal, how could he possibly survive the Purple Night Divine Thunder?"
Nanmen Lin swallowed hard, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
How did he withstand that Divine Thunder?
How could he possibly withstand that Divine Thunder?
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, the same thought overwhelming their minds.
Chen Yuan stood aloof in the void, his body occasionally flashing with lightning.
How could mere techniques of thunder and lightning touch him?
The Heavenly Spirit Divine Map he cultivated could transform all forms of energy.
Such lightning, if wielded by someone at the Great Success of the Condensation Realm, might slightly injure him.
