White Bone Old Devil was taken aback. He hadn't expected Lei Dong to agree so readily after he made his vow. He couldn't help but feel a little more favorably toward the young man, though he kept his face cold. "Good lad. Since you're a man of some standing, I'll give you the time it takes to burn one incense stick to leave. Then I'll come take your life."
Lei Dong gave White Bone Old Devil a long look and thought, This White Bone Old Devil is a man of feeling, after all. He showed his respect as he said, "Senior, whatever else may be said, the fact that you cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm is already worthy of our respect. Senior, farewell."
The moment the word "farewell" left his lips, thick Black Mist billowed around Lei Dong. His dark figure blurred into a streak as he unleashed Ghost Shadow Escape, darting toward the ground below the city wall like a specter. The Anti-air Formation kept him from taking flight, but even so, propelled by the leap from the wall, he glided more than a hundred zhang before he was about to touch down.
Suddenly, the Asura Wings on Lei Dong's back beat hard. As true qi poured into them in a frenzy, the wings glimmered with a faint black radiance, as if tearing a crack in space. Lei Dong's figure became a fine line. When he appeared again, he was already several li away.
The burst of speed left City Lord Li and White Bone Old Devil standing on the wall momentarily stunned. They both wondered what the wings had been made from to produce such a powerful effect. Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator flying at full speed couldn't match that pace. It seemed as though the wings