Among the newly admitted disciples of the Jingshen lineage, Meng Shu's cultivation progress was surpassed only slightly by a few people such as Zong Zhen. He had already reached the third level of the Purple Profound Qi Art and was faintly on the verge of breaking through to the fourth.
Sensing an inexplicable danger, his Purple Profound True Qi circulated instinctively. With a backward leap, Meng Shu instantly sprang five or six zhang away.
But the moment he landed, Luo Bei's face was before him again. Just as before, he could even feel the breath Luo Bei exhaled!
That piece of trash! How could he move so fast? How could he cross five or six zhang in a single bound?!
Chills seeped from every pore of Meng Shu's body. Unable to help himself, he let out a roar, stepped back, and punched at Luo Bei.
With a snap, purple radiance unique to the Purple Profound Qi Art erupted along his entire arm, accompanied by the explosive crack of bones.
His strength and speed are nowhere near mine. And they don't know any spells yet—they're no match for me at all.
Luo Bei stared fixedly at Meng Shu's fist. Only when the fist wind had already swept against his face, making his eyes narrow, did he suddenly leap backward and evade the blow.
Meng Shu's pupils contracted sharply. From that single strike, he could already tell that Luo Bei's speed and physical strength far exceeded his own.
"Attacking me from behind?"
At that moment, while still airborne, Luo Bei suddenly sensed fist wind coming from behind him.
Luo Bei twisted around. In a fleeting glimpse, he saw Zeng Yicheng's fist, glowing purple, brush past him. But Zeng Yicheng's arm shook in an instant, like a hemp rope snapping and bursting apart,