In the demonic fog.
The detached look in Ji Shifeng's eyes faded, replaced by some surprise:
"What a Xuanying Ten Absolutes, it truly lives up to its reputation. Rumor has it that your Gongsun family's cultivation technique is passed down from Xu Hu, and it seems true."
"Its subtlety is almost not inferior to my own Subtle Technique."
"However..."
Suddenly!
The demonic fog around him boiled abruptly, transforming into a towering demonic cloud that blocked out the sky and sun.
A shattering might that overshadowed all things descended with a roar, pressing the heavens low, reversing the winds and clouds.
"No matter how good the cultivation technique, it requires someone to harness it."
"I have fused the eight veins to create the supreme secret transmission of the Eight Aspects, sending you on your last journey!"
As the words fell, Ji Shifeng raised his hand and slowly struck down with a palm.
