C823 Master of the Hidden Sects

The sea of lightning was deafening.

Threads of black light wrapped around the dark clouds, giving off an extremely powerful pressure. Fu Xiao stood there like a real Martial Saint. The Seven Colored Thunder that Fu Yun had once used was like a child's punch when compared to Fu Xiao.

Murong Zi's expression changed, revealing a deep fear. She first looked at me