Xiong Fei's expression changed slightly at those words. His gaze seemed to pierce through the space before him, cross over the man in front of him, and arrive in another place, where he saw another person.
"Zheng Lie was the strongest man I had ever seen. Back then, being able to withstand ten of his moves did not mean I was his equal. Zheng Lie merely wanted to see the mysteries of my martial arts, so he held back. Otherwise, within six palms, my insides would have burned to ashes."
After a pause, Xiong Fei's emotions seemed to rise and fall as well.
"The greatest mistake Zheng Lie made was fighting that old ghost of the Fang Family fairly. How could he have known that the old ghost had reserves to draw upon? Before they fought, he swallowed a Cold Crystal, and his cultivation surged. Otherwise, that old ghost of the Fang Family would never have been Zheng Lie's match."
Cai Qi nodded. Had anyone else said such things, he might not have believed them. But Xiong Fei had said it, and he believed eighty or ninety percent of it. The remaining ten or twenty percent was merely his own cautious nature at work, unrelated to the truth.
"So that was it. That answers a doubt I had buried in my heart for a long time. Now, Xiong Fei, it is time for you to die!"
Before the words had even faded, Cai Qi had transformed into a streak of Saber Light and cleaved toward Xiong Fei.
The instant he moved, the previously calm air between heaven and earth surged violently, turning into howling gales that echoed his movement technique and saber arts.
In an instant, Xiong Fei felt endless tearing force assaulting him from all directions. It was chaotic,