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Bian Yanmei clawed at Huo Xijing, his fingers like knives. As if his true qi had solidified, it slashed down with a dense, frigid wind.
Catching him off guard wasn’t easy, and even after a long bout of fighting, Huo Xijing hadn’t found an opening. At this moment, a voice spoke nonchalantly beside him. “You can’t even take down trash like this? How can you call yourself my disciple—Yan Wushi’s disciple?” From that voice, a huge roar seemed to explode in Huo Xijing’s ear.
As the saying went, “there’s always a greater evil.” At present, Huo Xijing longed to shrink into a ball and bury himself in a crack in the ground. Best if Yan Wushi couldn’t see him.
A plan came to mind. Straight away, he put it into action with a full-body lunge towards Shen Qiao. But he quickly realized that, of all the decisions he’d made, this one was the worst.
Shen Qiao’s footwork bore some similarities to Huanyue Sect’s, but there were quite a few differences as well—the likes of the Xiantian eight trigrams58 and Ziwei Doushu59 also seemed to be subtly contained within.
Shen Qiao was indeed after Huo Xijing’s life. For this man was beyond infamous, his list of crimes endless.
strike and lunged at him head-on. When the palm met him, it passed right through him as if he were incorporeal. “Body to Shadow, Phase and Replace”? Huo Xijing paled with shock. Wasn’t this Qi Fengge’s world-famous, specialty technique from all those years ago?!
A woman in white appeared beside Huo Xijing; the sound of laughter and a fragrant wind came with her. She was extraordinarily beautiful. With her white robe and sash fluttering in the breeze, she looked like a celestial being who’d stepped out of a painting from some long-ago dynasty. Only her eyes weren’t cold—they were flirtatious, alluring, and liquid.
