The two explosions were clearly distinct from the earlier sh when the sword’s edge struck the soul-piercing de. These new explosions resembled the sound of a sword making contact with a target’s body!


    “Could it be… did Charlie not evade my surprise attack?!”


    Willie felt a surge of joy at this realization!


    He instinctively nced back to see if Charlie had sustained any injuries from the two swords. If he had, Willie thought, he might seize the opportunity to decapitate Charlie in a victorious chase!


    However, as he turned, he was taken aback to find that Charlie’s fierce, merciless face was now less than two strides away from him!<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie had actually closed the gap!


    In that moment, Uncle Willie was gripped by sheer terror. He spun around, attempting to flee with all his strength, but then he heard Charlie shout, “Thunder ising!!”


    And just like that, it struck above him!


    His legs went weak, and he lost his bnce, staggering a few steps before copsing to the ground uncontrobly.


    The thunder obliterated his red underpants, reduced all the hair on his body to ash, and leftrge burn marks on his skin!


    After stumbling back ten feet and rolling several times, Uncle Willie found himself less than ten feet away from Yun Ruge, who was lurking in the shadows.


    Seeing Willie in such a disheveled state, Yun Ruge instinctively shut her eyes, unable to bear the sight.


    Meanwhile, Willie, sitting on the grasspletely exposed, felt a wave of nausea and coughed up a mouthful of blood.


    Although he wasn’t fatally wounded, he was on the brink of copse, akin to a weightlifter who had pushed himself to the limit. He found it nearly impossible to summon any strength in the immediate aftermath.


    How could Willie possibly retain his earlier vigor now?


    His limbs twitched uncontrobly from the residual electric shock, and with no clothes on, he resembled a pitiful, old pervert.<fne280> This text is hosted at find?novel</fne280>


    The wooden sword he held slipped from his grasp, trembling violently as it fell to the ground.


    Observing Willie’s humiliating state, Charlie couldn’t help but think, “I was supposed to be in danger, yet this old dog is no match for me. Did I misjudge the situation?” With that thought, he set aside any notions of divination and approached Uncle Willie, looking down at him with a cold demeanor. “When you murdered my parents two decades ago, did you ever imagine you would face this day?”


    Uncle Willie stared nkly at the figure before him. As Charlie’s expression remained unyielding, panic and despair surged within Willie.


    For the first time in a century of cultivation, he experienced the chilling fear of death.


    He felt an unsettling intuition that his lifetime of practice might very well be at the mercy of Charlie.


    Twenty years ago, he had taken Charlie’s father’s life. Was it truly his fate to perish at the hands of Charlie two decadester?!<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>