The Battle for the Imperial Capital

The Battle for the Imperial Capital

Blood streaked the left side of Heng Ye's face, and his expression was frighteningly cold.

Deep down, he had no confidence. He lacked any sense of security. His fierce words were mostly meant to pressure his opponent, in the hope of forcing Zheng Guang to leave.

They had only just begun fighting, yet he was already wounded, with two bloody holes in his body.

"The Yin-Yang Resonance Stone has shattered. The Fist Immortal will be here any moment, and you're destined to die miserably in the Underground Palace!"

Heng Ye fought with everything he had, buying himself time.

His expression grew more savage as he unleashed one supreme art after another from the Black Vault Ancient Cult.

Pfft!

Pain tore through his left ribs as Qin Ming's Exotic Metal Spear struck him. The instant two ribs snapped, a large chunk of flesh burst apart, spraying blood.

Heng Ye was horrified. The spear had nearly run him through.

His heart sank. His cultivation was higher, so why was he losing this bloody fight? Why had he suffered such a crushing setback from the start?

Fine black threads wove together inside his body, stopping the spearpoint from penetrating farther. It was the cult's defensive art, and Dark Light flashed violently through his flesh.

Suddenly, Qin Ming felt a prickle across his back.

The instant he darted sideways, brilliant fist light erupted behind him and blew the main hall apart.

The silver-haired elder who had been surrounded by white rainbows while breathing in and out Innate Origin Qi on the surface had arrived.

Yin Xiu, the True Immortal Jing Qian's junior sister, had appeared as well. The gleaming throwing knife in her hand was aimed at the back of Qin Ming's head. Had he not moved aside,