The collision between the form of the Demonic Saber and the fire of the crimson dragon sent tremors spreading across the entire Jade Lake.
The Canglang Pavilion where the two stood was crushed into powder in an instant by the immense force, fluttering down with the fierce wind into the rolling emerald waters of Jade Lake.
The force continued without end, raising heaven-shaking waves across a ten-mile stretch of Jade Lake. The waters surged wildly upward, then shattered beneath the lingering shockwaves, turning into a hazy mist that blotted out the sky and sun. As light passed through it, it formed a seven-colored Rainbow Bridge, a magnificent sight of breathtaking beauty.
Yet hidden within this exquisite scenery was an intense, killing chill.
Protected by the projection of the Demonic Saber, Bei Tangsu had not been injured despite Meng Zhao's sneak attack. Still, his soul had yet to settle.
As he looked at "Beitang Xing," his face was filled with disbelief and gloomy murderous intent.
His first thought was, How dare Beitang Xing try to kill me? Why would he want to kill me? Even if he coveted some of my secrets, he could have probed around indirectly. There was no need to stake everything on such a desperate move.
Then Meng Zhao's attack flashed through his mind. The True Dragon Profound Dao Method had been created by Meng Zhao himself. Not many people knew such peerlessly tyrannical Dragon Dao Martial Arts, and even fewer had attained such mastery. Beitang Xing absolutely could not have known it; the Ziwei World-Shining Art was the foundation of his cultivation.
In that case, was the Bei Tangsu before him an impostor?
"Who are you, to dare assassinate me?"
Though both were killers and assassins, the martial arts of the man before him were utterly