Not a Mortal's Speed

After dodging a slash and plucking the rose, Zhong Shan felt much more at ease.

The Few-Faced Dao Lord beside him struck fiercely with one palm. A mass of deathly White Light in his palm pressed toward Zhong Shan, about to hit him. Carefully holding the rose, Zhong Shan gave the Few-Faced Dao Lord a teasing smile.

The next moment, Zhong Shan's figure blurred and vanished.

The Few-Faced Dao Lord's pupils suddenly shrank as his palm struck. He had vanished in an instant? How could that be?

The Few-Faced Dao Lord's palm had already been thrown out, leaving him no time to withdraw his strength. The instant Zhong Shan vanished, he suddenly reappeared behind the Few-Faced Dao Lord.

Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

Zhong Shan planted his palm against the Few-Faced Dao Lord's back. Zhong Shan had always known exactly how much force to use, and this palm strike was absolutely a super-heavy blow.

Pfft~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

The Few-Faced Dao Lord spat out a mouthful of blood. The blow sent him flying toward the summit of the Sacred Mountain.

Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

The Few-Faced Dao Lord smashed through a huge chunk of rock, then shot into the air and stared at Zhong Shan in horror.

Too fast. Zhong Shan was simply too fast. The Few-Faced Dao Lord was in the Tian Ji Realm, yet with his cultivation at that level, he had not even seen Zhong Shan move. He had vanished in one instant and appeared in the next?

How was that possible? How could he possess such speed?

He was too fast—even the Few-Faced Dao Lord of the Tian Ji Realm could not keep up. Was that the speed of a mortal?

Speed? The greatest advantage of the Shadow Body was its speed. Among those of the same rank, none could compare! After reaching the Tian Ji