Premonition

The middle-aged daoist robe cultivator was forced back. Though his face showed little expression, his eyes were full of unconcealable shock!

He had actually blocked it!

And judging by the opponent's Aura Fluctuation, he clearly had not been severely injured!

He had used his Natal Magic Treasure in tandem with a powerful, killing Martial Skill, yet the attack had still been blocked!

At This Moment, turbulent waves nearly surged through his heart!

"Three moves have passed. What now?"

After a few breaths, Zhang Qingyuan's aura steadied. He wiped away the thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression blank.

"This Seat keeps its word. Let this end here!"

The middle-aged daoist robe cultivator withdrew his faintly trembling hand and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan looked at him, his gaze carrying an unusual depth of meaning.

Then he turned around.

True essence surged beneath his feet, transforming into a streak of Escape Light that disappeared beyond the horizon.

After quite some time, Zhang Qingyuan had vanished without a trace. All that remained was a scene of utter devastation. The earth had been gouged away in a layer, every trace of the former Lianyun Stockade erased. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground, while smoke and dust stirred up by the wind lingered over the land without dispersing.

In mid-air, the middle-aged Daoist-robed cultivator still floated in the void, his expression calm.

No one knew what he was thinking.

"That child's monstrous talent exceeds all imagination. He will surely become a great enemy in the future. Why didn't you make a move and strangle him in the cradle, here and now?"

A hoarse, gloomy voice came from the empty void.

Not far from the middle-aged Daoist-robed cultivator, ripples suddenly spread through the air.

An old