"Teleportation?"
Skull Old Demon could not help but pause slightly, a trace of disbelief appearing on his face. For one thing, he had never expected a mere early Golden Core cultivator to have mastered such an arcane spatial Divine Ability.
For another, Su Changqing had just brought out a shield, and he had assumed the boy intended to take the attack head-on. Who would have thought he had been played? Against a late Golden Core cultivator, a direct clash meant death. Su Changqing had chosen to fight with both wits and strength.
Using the Fanwu Escape Technique to flee beyond the range of his opponent's attack, Su Changqing's figure flickered, and he appeared over a hundred zhang to Skull Old Demon's right.
Whoosh!
Su Changqing turned into a string of afterimages, moving at an extreme speed. The dragon formed by the Qing Feng Sword immediately lunged viciously at him.
Skull Old Demon lightly raised his right hand. A Purple Gold Bowl shot out from his mouth, and golden light flooded into it from all directions. Then, the two treasures, brimming with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, became streaks of light and collided.
Boom, boom...
Like lightning splitting the vault of heaven, like the earth itself tearing apart.
Su Changqing was greatly alarmed. The rumors truly had not been exaggerated—this old devil was indeed formidable.
The might of his magic treasure alone, once it drew upon the spiritual power of heaven and earth, had likely increased more than tenfold. When the Qing Feng Sword and Purple Gold Bowl collided, even their residual force flattened the mountain peak.
They said high-level cultivators possessed the power of terrestrial immortals, with great Divine Abilities that could move mountains and overturn seas. In truth, that was merely an exaggeration. But now, as the