Li Qingyun of the Huntian Sect

Lin Changqing transformed into a streak of light and, in an instant, shot out of Jing Tian Ancient City. Within moments, he crossed endless mountains, rivers, and great marshes, arriving above a vast primeval forest. Brilliant blade light burst from his body as he hovered over the forest, then turned to look behind him.

In the distance, a figure came shooting toward him—the Ghost Race Great Power from Netherworld Hall.

"Kid, you can't escape..."

A deep voice resounded through the heavens. Surging Netherworld Ghost Qi rolled forth like rivers and seas in a raging tsunami, hurtling straight toward Lin Changqing. The surrounding air was crushed apart by the Netherworld Ghost Qi, erupting with crackling sounds, while raging flames blazed.

This was Netherworld Ghost Fire. As its eerie green flames burned madly, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted. The forest stretching billions of miles seemed as though it were about to be sealed in ice.

Lin Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, his Blood Surging. It evolved into a Qi and Blood Furnace that radiated scorching might, like a great sun ascending into the sky, burning away all the Yin Cold Evil Qi sweeping in from every direction.

Within a radius of ten thousand zhang, it was as though a Pure Yang World had formed. No matter how violently the Yin Cold Evil Qi and Netherworld Ghost Qi surged, the instant they touched this power, they vanished into thin air, utterly unable to seep within.

"Use whatever tricks you have. If this is all the strength you possess, then don't come here and make a fool of yourself."

Lin Changqing looked at the Ghost Race Great Power, who had flown over and stopped several tens of thousands of zhang away, and sneered coldly. "I'm truly curious. When I