Previously, Zhao Dong would have stood no chance. But the Zhao Dong of today was a completely different person.
His eyes narrowed. As Jiang Feng lunged, he swiftly dodged and counterattacked the young disciple. Since he was facing a two-pronged attack, he naturally targeted the weaker one first. Zhao Dong moved with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning. The young disciple didn't even have time to react before Zhao Dong's hand closed around his neck. He had no chance to beg for mercy before Zhao Dong snapped his neck. His eyes, wide with disbelief, stared blankly; he couldn't believe Zhao Dong had dared to kill him right in front of the Great Elder. He died, unable to rest in peace.
"How dare you!" Seeing his disciple killed right before his eyes, Jiang Feng was utterly enraged. He let out a furious shout, "Ten Thousand Sword Heavenly Thunder Technique!" as his body soared into the sky.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Ominous thunderclouds gathered in the sky.
