When the various Nan Zhan cultivators saw Fang Xing's behavior, their moods were somewhat complicated, feeling that this move was a bit reckless.
However, this sense of dissatisfaction in their hearts was quickly suppressed by Fang Xing's actions. Charging straight through the clouds, Fang Xing appeared invincible; the dense lightning couldn't harm him in the slightest. His speed didn't even slow down a bit; instead, it grew faster and faster. His hands had already spread wide open, like they possessed a strong gravitational force. All the lightning, after bursting onto him, was attracted and concentrated into his hands, as if he were holding two dazzling Thunder Beads.
As he charged onwards, the Thunder Beads in his palms grew larger and larger, almost like two massive grindstones.
"Halt!"
