Other techniques and moves cannot be considered the fundamental essence of an immortal cultivator. Therefore, this Grand Thousand Needle Array could be regarded as something truly belonging to Chu Hao himself.
At that moment, lightning surged down continuously like thousands of bolts striking all at once. The white-clad figure below let out screams of agony, one after another.
Chu Hao held the Purple Thunder Sword as the power of thunder flickered incessantly. Amidst the continuous onslaught of the silver needles, a cloud of dust rose below.
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