"Deluge and Wild Wind!"
The Truth-Seeking Elder roared, and the dark clouds above him began to rage. Then, heavy rain started to pour down, as if heavenly beings had received a signal to purge the mortal world with celestial river waters.
The wild wind suddenly gusted, whipping up the torrential rain like countless whips that brutally lashed downwards, piercing the Void.
If it landed, not only Xu Chu would die, but the entire Imperial Capital would also be torn apart by the storm.
Countless people looked up, their faces ashen.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, an icy voice emanated from the Ancestral Temple.
Han Xin stepped out, his black hair flying wildly, his gaze piercing. The war sword in his hand emitted a blindingly cold light that cut through the Heavenly Universe, creating a sea of swords and shattering all the falling raindrops.
