Xiang Shaoyun's clone was a fifth-stage pseudo-God and was getting closer and closer to becoming a true god soul. With his ability to fight beyond his class, regular Gods wouldn't be his match. Thus, it wasn't hard for his soul clone to catch up to the fleeing pseudo-God.

"You dare lay your hands on my woman? You're courting death!"  Xiang Shaoyun's roar rang out like a furious howl from the depths of hell. A fist formed of primal chaos lightning shot straight toward the pseudo-God.

Sensing the unstoppable punch, the pseudo-God unhesitatingly used Yu Caidie as his shield, forcing Xiang Shaoyun to hurriedly change the trajectory of his punch in a panic.

Boom!

Primal chaos lightning...