Hui Bai flew into a rage. A sneak attack! That shameless wretch had actually attacked while Hui Bai was off guard!
Terrifying radiance spread, and amid ripples in the void, the cave dwelling exploded.
Hui Bai withdrew the right hand and looked toward the source of the piercing pain. The hand that had just unleashed a Divine Ability to shatter the lightning was now charred black and mangled. Faint arcs of electricity and strange flames danced across it, ceaselessly renewing themselves, gnawing at the King Source Energy like maggots clinging to bone.
"This lightning is actually so terrifying!"
Hui Bai's face darkened. Earlier, there had still been some doubt about Xiao Chen's words.
Granted, those of the Demon Gate were cunning and cherished wealth as dearly as their lives. No one would willingly hand over rare spiritual treasures won through desperate slaughter and plunder.
But there was still the possibility that Xiao Chen had enjoyed outrageous dog-shit luck, happened to pass by while Hong Wuyun fought someone else, and treacherously finished them off when both were gravely wounded.
Yet now...
After taking an arrow from Xiao Chen, Hui Bai had no doubts left.
As a two-mark newcomer and Seventh-Realm Martial King, Hui Bai had nearly lost the use of the right hand to a single strike!
Strength like that was absolutely enough to put up a fight against Hong Wuyun.
"Damn it! A mere Fifth Realm cultivator with such heaven-defying combat power-strong enough to strike down someone in the Seventh Realm!" Hui Bai gritted teeth, already thinking of retreat.
A monster like this was simply beyond Hui Bai's ability to defeat.
Staying any longer would mean certain death.
"Even that didn't kill you?" Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes, equally astonished.
Second-Pattern Veteran Disciples really were tough.
He had struck to