Peeling Back Layer After Layer... Skin

Zheng Zhixiang was dead.

A hole had been poked through his forehead.

A Blood Peacock crawled out from within, spread its wings, and soared into the sky.

Every drop of blood in his body had been drained dry by the Blood Peacock.

Until his death, he never knew that Chu Qing had used the Eight Divine Hands: Peacock.

Chu Qing could not be bothered to explain.

Zheng Zhixiang was dead.

The Third Limit experts among the Rebel Army scattered and fled at once.

They were terrified and panicked.

Because:

During this time, Zheng Zhixiang had displayed strength that was far too terrifying.

They could not even withstand a single punch from Zheng Zhixiang.

Yet Zheng Zhixiang, powerful as he was, had been poked to death by one finger from Chu Qing.

They felt that Chu Qing could probably kill them just by blowing out a breath.

So... run!

They had to run!

If they did not run, they would certainly die.

If they escaped, they could find some remote place, lord it over others, and eke out a miserable existence.

The Third Limit experts fled.

The Rebel Army's prodigies began fleeing as well.

No one was stupid.

If they did not flee, death was certain.

The Lineage foundations pursued them with invincible killing intent, slaughtering as they went.

Meanwhile, Chu Qing stared blankly at Zheng Zhixiang's corpse.

Because:

Zheng Zhixiang had unleashed more than thirty killing techniques in one breath just now. They had been utterly vicious.

It was only because Chu Qing had opened the Heaven-Connecting Path.

If he had not opened the Heaven-Connecting Path, those berserk killing moves would likely have torn him to pieces in an instant.

Those killing moves had been profound and marvelous.

Every kind of power had been terrifying.

Fortunately, with the Heaven-Connecting Path