Zhao Chengzong, who was in the mid joint aperture realm, had actually lost his head to a single sword stroke. Ning Yanding's cultivation was only slightly higher than his.
The information they had received clearly stated that this Chen Fei was only in the early joint aperture realm. Now, not only had he turned out to be in the mid joint aperture realm, but his combat strength was also this outrageous.
Chen Fei's aura blazed like fire, yet there was no sign of a hollow interior beneath that imposing exterior. Clearly, activating three forbidden arts was not even a desperate measure for him.
What kind of cultivation technique and physique allowed him to treat three forbidden arts as though they were nothing? Even the prodigies of the greatest factions could never accomplish such a feat.
Just how thoroughly did one have to temper one's body to achieve this?
The last time Ning Yanding had seen someone use a forbidden art in ordinary combat, that person had only used one.
Back then, Ning Yanding had already thought it outrageous enough. Only now did he realize that something even more outrageous awaited him here.
If even Zhao Chengzong had been slain like that, what could Ning Yanding possibly use to resist?
Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Yanding flickered away and plunged into the seawater.
A moment ago, he had still been the hunter, pursuing Chen Fei and Tong Linyun like a cat chasing mice, mockingly wondering how far Chen Fei could flee.
Now, Ning Yanding wished he could grow another pair of legs so he could run a little faster.
Spiritual essence flew out of Zhao Chengzong's body and entered the Qian Yuan Sword.
Chen Fei swept his right hand, turning Zhao Chengzong's body into drifting ash. At the same time, every