As Zhao Xing flew on, his breathing suddenly faltered, and he nearly fell out of the sky.
He staggered in midair, his sword light scattering, and only just steadied himself before crashing into a mountain.
"Dark Wind Method, Fetal Breath?"
"Qi Yan has already mastered Fetal Breath, the spell I created back then."
Qi Yan had indeed mastered the Agricultural Official spell Fetal Breath. He was now in the minor mystic power realm, the third realm of source origin.
Zhao Xing, meanwhile, only had first-realm Sword Sect cultivation.
The Dark Wind Method had blown down from the mountain without warning, nearly disrupting Zhao Xing's sword escape technique.
Hum!
Pressing his advantage, Qi Yan immediately cast the Cloud Method. Zhao Xing saw the white clouds ahead suddenly turn bloodred.
"The Blood Cloud Boundary."
Startled, Zhao Xing immediately dropped lower, escaping the clouds to fly close to the ground.
The Blood Cloud Boundary was forming a Blood Sealing Array. If he stayed inside, his blood and qi source origin would be suppressed, reducing his golden body's power by thirty to fifty percent.
Drip!
He had barely descended three thousand feet when rain began to fall, a drop landing on his neck.
Sizzle!
Zhao Xing found his golden body dimming as a searing pain spread from his neck.
Dark Rain Art, Golden Body Erosion!
"Hiss!"
Zhao Xing grimaced in pain.
Every spell this fellow used was something he had created or learned back then, and they were all viciously underhanded.
Doesn't Qi Yan look down on Agricultural Officials?
You certainly learn their spells quickly enough.
Zhao Xing grumbled inwardly.
As a God King, Qi Yan's comprehension was beyond question, and he learned spells remarkably quickly.
He soon mastered three Agricultural Official spells.
Seeing Zhao Xing fleeing so desperately under his pursuit,
Qi Yan