Only five snaps of a finger had passed from the moment Bo Zongshan fell into the trap and was blown away by An Jing's stockpiled munitions to when he finally managed to shake off the Yang Lightning and return to the battlefield.
This was already blazingly fast. After all, the quality of those Yang Flame Thunderfires of unknown origin was astoundingly high; Bo Zongshan swore they were definitely at the level of a great sect's True Disciple. Even the official state-issued goods from the Great Yu Nation could not possibly be better.
The fact that he had been able to strip them off and cut them away with his saber intent without being contaminated was already a testament to his superb skill.
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