Sensing Huang Buqun's gloom, Hua Yunfei, who had been about to dodge, suddenly sighed. Oh, well. He spoiled his own disciples. He'd let the kid have his fun.
He gave up on dodging, pretending he hadn't sensed anything.
Besides, with his cultivation having just broken through, dodging a sneak attack from one of the top successors would have drawn too much attention. This was a good chance to keep a low profile.
Gong Qingyan, pretending not to know, was surprised. Was this guy really that indulgent?
Seeing Hua Yunfei standing completely unguarded, a flicker of excitement crossed Huang Buqun's eyes. It had been a long time since he'd used this move, but it still felt as familiar as ever.
Just as he and Hua Yunfei both thought the blow was about to land, Huantao suddenly shouted from nearby, "Junior Brother, behind you!"
Hua Yunfei sighed inwardly. Now he couldn't pretend anymore.
Still, determined to spoil him all the way, he "reacted" a little slowly. Though he "hastily" dodged the blow to the back of his head, the Immortal Iron Rod struck him in the back.
"Pfft!"
Emperor Blood sprayed everywhere. Hua Yunfei cried out in pain as he was sent flying sideways, crashing to the ground with a ghastly expression.
"What a pity."
When his strike failed to finish the job, Huang Buqun immediately retreated.
He glanced at Huantao as she rushed over. That woman was to blame. If she hadn't interfered, he would have succeeded.
Still, at least he'd hit that arrogant brat. The strike had damaged his source, leaving him seriously injured. His fighting strength would surely be diminished.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Seeing Hua Yunfei injured, Huantao shouted and charged after Huang Buqun, her face cold. The Nethermoon Totem behind her rapidly expanded, enveloping him.