Hong Yuan did not even have time to make a second move. He only felt a chill in his chest, followed by agony flooding through his entire body like a tide.
He lowered his head.
A fist-sized bloody hole in his chest was gushing blood.
"You..."
He raised his head, wanting to see who exactly had come.
Boom—!!!
The entire main hall collapsed with a thunderous crash the next instant!
Beams and pillars snapped, bricks and tiles rained down, and dust billowed everywhere.
Hong Yuan's body was buried deep beneath the rubble, utterly silent.
Not good!
A master!
Chi Lie's eyes flew wide open, the corners splitting apart!
He was, after all, the Blood Leopard Tribe Great Lord, a Grandmaster of the Golden Court Eight Tribes, a Second-Turn Grandmaster who had clawed his way out of mountains of blades and seas of blood.
At the instant danger descended, not only did he not retreat, he instead stepped forward!
The Golden Core within his dantian roared madly!
That martial Golden Core, dark crimson all over with two blood-red patterns slowly flowing across its surface, now spun at a terrifying speed, nearly breaking free of the dantian's restraints!
Vast True Essence surged wildly from within him like floodwaters released from a dam!
The True Core had nine turns, each one holding its own mysteries.
As he erupted with all his strength, that blood-red True Essence nearly solidified into substance!
One layer, two layers, three layers...
Layers upon layers of blood-red waves spread out before him, forming a barrier three feet thick!
At the same time, his right fist shot up from his waist, carrying that overwhelming tide of blood as it smashed fiercely toward the blurred figure within the smoke and dust!
Before the fist force even arrived, the remaining window frames