“The Nine Strikes of the Lotus Flower...The second strike.” 

Like the voice of judgement, these words sounded from the mouth of Liu Shaji. 

His voice had just fell. 

When a petal quivered a few times, before detaching from the base of the lotus beneath Liu Shaji.

Lightly and gracefully, like petals brought swirling in the air by a spring breeze, it was gentle and soft, without the slightest trace of killing intent.

For a moment, the wind wandering in the void seemed to have become a stream of a river, gently carrying the petals over to the direction of He Ju.

He Ju’s inner heart trembled.

He felt an aura of extreme danger. 

Not good! 

He did not hold back anymore, bringing...