With an earsplitting shriek, Ge Yanxia’s obese frame smashed heavily into a palace wall. A fraction of a second later, golden talisman glyphs twisted through the air and dispelled the rampaging silver lightning. 

A beat later, silence once again descended on the palace. Lu Yun stood quietly unmoving, one hand extended forward with fingers splayed, tiny wisps of silver lightning playing around his digits.

Ge Yanxia’s entire figure was charred black. Her hair, protective treasures, and clothes had all been burned to a crisp, exposing scorched skin and a waft of grilled meat.

Sharp breaths could be heard from the Exalted emperor, Donglin Taihuang, and Qi Hai. Ge Yanxia might be a mere aether dao immortal, but as a primordial...