Fu Xuanye flew backward patiently. By now, he was already more than twenty miles from the Yuan Chen Sword Sect. At this distance, even those at the Late Joint Aperture Realm would find it difficult to sense him.
What was more, Fu Xuanye had the Hidden Origin Bell on him. It was even less likely that anyone would discover him.
Yet Fu Xuanye did not increase his speed. He continued retreating at the same measured pace as before, calm and methodical. He intended to withdraw to forty miles away; by then, it should be foolproof.
Suddenly, a strange sensation arose in Fu Xuanye's heart. Confused, he was just about to inspect his surroundings when he felt a hand rest upon the Hidden Origin Bell's protective shield.
Fu Xuanye's eyes widened involuntarily. Who was it? When had they appeared behind him? He had not sensed a thing.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
Before Fu Xuanye could turn around, the Hidden Origin Bell's protective shield suddenly let out the warped groan of something at its breaking point. The next instant, the shield shattered.
Fu Xuanye seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Fu Xuanye was utterly horrified. Who was this? How could they be so powerful? Their aura was completely unfamiliar. How could such an expert exist within the Haifeng Domain? And why were they near the Yuan Chen Sword Sect?
A string of doubts surged through Fu Xuanye's mind. He tried to flee forward, but a tremendous force descended upon his body. Every scrap of flesh on his body seemed to be wailing.
The next moment, darkness engulfed Fu Xuanye's vision, and he fell unconscious from his grave injuries.
Chen Fei hovered in midair, the aura of the Blood Refining Origin Art rippling around him as his