"Was he really this absurd? He wasn't even a True Immortal. With the three of us hunting him, shouldn't he have died in an instant?"
Mu Shou's black robes whipped around him as he stared at the young man whose hands dripped blood.
He lashed a high kick toward Qin Ming's head.
The air exploded with a deafening roar. Trees all around burst apart, and the hazy outline of a True Dragon appeared, merging with his right leg.
Qin Ming slashed with the snow-white Exotic Metal Blade in his left hand. It struck the dense divine substance gathered in the dragon's shadow with a clear clang.
His left hand went numb. Blood spilled over the hilt and stained the blade red, releasing a dazzling, mysterious glow as divine patterns began to form.
Golden light shone behind Wei Heng's head. He activated a secret incantation, turning his words into a mental message. "Watch his blade! That's Immortal Dao Substance spilling out. He's only a Near-Immortal Being—how can he have reached that level?"
They moved too quickly for ordinary speech to keep pace with their blades and fists. The fight might be over before he finished speaking, so he sent his warning directly through their minds.
At the same time, he seized the chance to cast a sound incantation. A halo blazed behind his head, and golden characters flew from his mouth one after another, assembling into a Heavenly Dragon and a White Tiger.
Dragon roars and tiger howls erupted without end. Their terrifying sound set mountains and valleys rumbling and shaking. Countless beasts in the forest trembled, while birds dropped from the night sky.
Qin Ming's pupils contracted. A master at the middle stage of True Immortal had far exceeded his expectations. Could Wei Heng fully unleash the Transcendent Domain?
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