At a certain place in the Convergence Zone, a flash of light streaked by, and Zhao Zhenye descended from a rift. Yet his steps seemed somewhat unsteady.
That punch clash just now seemed to have pried open a crack within him. The two forces were now growing increasingly unstable, and under their mutual rejection, their conflict showed signs of becoming ever more intense.
However, his choice to directly clash with Chen Chuan had not been an impulsive act, but a tactical decision.
He knew Chen Chuan had most likely gone to cultivate in the Convergence Zone for half a year. After such a period of cultivation, there was no telling how much the man's strength had grown. He definitely could not judge him by their previous encounter. A frontal collision, however, would allow him to test his opponent's strength and decide what to do next.
In truth, someone who possessed Fuming Force feared this kind of collision least of all. The stronger the force that struck into his body, the less impact it would have on him afterward.
Yet he had not expected it to expose a hidden danger within his body.
And that was not all...
He raised his hand and looked at it. A faint wisp of Purple Qi lingered there, seemingly entwined with Spiritual Fire. It had only appeared after that punch. He had tried to repel it just now, but it had been useless. He had a feeling that even if he cut off his hand, the thing would likely still remain after it grew back.
He guessed it might be some kind of tracking method left on him by the other party. A vague sensation told him that wherever he went, the other party might be able to find him through it.
If that was