Luo Feng stood tall in the night sky, his robes fluttering. He seemed like an unsheathed sword, a sharp weapon ready for battle.
This is Spirit and Flesh Unity...
Thousands of meters away in the Chaotic Rock Forest, Xueyuan, a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, stared at Luo Feng's silhouette, his face devoid of color. His hands, gripping his Blood Moon Crescent Blade, trembled slightly.
He had watched Xue Wu Qing and Luo Feng clash, expecting them to be mutually crippled. He had intended to then step in, kill them both, and reap the rewards.
But in an instant, Xue Wu Qing was decapitated, meeting a miserable end, while Luo Feng was unharmed. The sight caused even the cold-blooded Xueyuan's heart to tremble. He admitted to himself that had he been hit by Xue Wu Qing's Cold Invading Palm, he too wouldn't have survived unscathed.
