Before Thunderstorm could draw his sword, the man in white let out a light shout. The sword's tip suddenly twisted, stirring up a fierce whistle of wind. This whistling was accompanied by a crisp sound, like Golden Soul Coins shattering, turning the very air into a golden vortex, a truly astonishing spectacle.
Faced with this ferocious attack, Thunderstorm's long hair flew in the wind. He squinted his eyes, staring at the longsword charging like a golden dragon. Under the reflection of the golden light, his face seemed to be bathed in a layer of holy golden glow.
However, just at this critical moment, an urgent voice suddenly rang out: "Stop!"
The voice was like a clap of thunder, exploding amidst the impending clash of sword qi, shocking everyone present. The handsome man in white involuntarily paused his sword's momentum, frowning as he looked. He saw a figure rushing towards them.
