After speaking.
He squeezed out a drop of blood, twisted his fingers decisively, and the Three Pure Daoist Skill was unleashed, with seals falling from the palm. He roared, "Hand Palm Divine Thunder!"
As Zhang Xiaohao's voice fell, a silver-white lightning flashed and appeared in the right palm of the Yellow Paper Miniature, striking towards the air.
Meanwhile.
Inside a luxurious villa.
A flamboyantly dressed young woman knelt on the ground, her seductive face twisted together due to immense pain.
Suddenly.
The flamboyant young woman's right hand flipped, silver-white lightning appeared in her palm, and she backhand slapped it towards a sneaky-eyed middle-aged man beside her.
Bam!
The middle-aged man had no warning, silver-white lightning slapped him, immediately hurling him to the ground.
"Rise!" Followed by a low growl from the Yellow Paper Miniature.
