Retreat!

Rupture!

Amid the spreading black mist, a deep, hoarse voice slowly rang out. Then, the dense black clouds suddenly exploded, and a black streak shot forth like lightning, piercing into a certain part of the clouds at an astonishing speed.

Pfft!

The instant the black streak entered that area, the sound of blood being spat out rang through the air. Immediately afterward, the black clouds filling the sky froze, then rapidly dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hall Master!"

As the black clouds dispersed, the spectators' vision was restored. A hurried glance revealed Hun Miesheng standing not far away, covered in blood. A savage wound lay across his body, and even the white bones within had been stained red with blood. Clearly, that previous strike had seriously injured him.

Bing Yu gave the Soul Hall Master an indifferent look, though a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes. He clearly had not expected the latter to still be able to remain standing.

"Martial Ancestor Uncle is mighty! Kill that old bastard Hun Miesheng!" Seeing this, Bing Kuang shouted excitedly. However, Bing Yu did not rush to attack. Instead, he looked at Hun Miesheng with a trace of mockery in his eyes.

Hun Miesheng stared back at Bing Yu with a savage, sinister gaze. The next moment, he hurriedly took several jade bottles from his Storage Ring and poured all the medicinal liquid within over his wound. White mist rose with hissing sounds, and once the medicinal effects had fully taken hold, the savage, torn wound on Hun Miesheng's body actually began to close somewhat.

The medicinal liquid was certainly not the primary reason Hun Miesheng could recover so quickly. More importantly, Hun Miesheng himself possessed an exceptionally rapid healing ability.

Under the current circumstances, Hun Miesheng was