After Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing joined forces to send Qian Yuren flying, they had not even caught their breath before they sensed a cold, sinister aura suddenly closing in.
The two turned their heads at the same time and saw a black shadow standing silently beside them at some unknown moment. Its pair of scarlet eyes glowed eerily beneath the dim emergency fluorescent lights as they stared fixedly at them.
"Hmph! You beast, how dare you toy with the two of us like this." Qian Ying shouted in a low voice. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his right hand pressed against the hilt of the Xiantian Short Sword at his waist.
However, the instant Qian Ying drew his sword, the black shadow seemed to have anticipated it. Its body flickered, and it turned like a ghost, darting toward the darkness.
It was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already swept several yards away, leaving only an afterimage that slowly faded where it had stood.
Qian Ying's sword sliced through the air, but it struck nothing but empty space. His brows furrowed as he inwardly reeled. So fast! This beast can actually predict my movements?
Bang!
A muffled sound suddenly rang out, making the entire hall tremble. Zhou Zixing had made his move.
Zhou Zixing had not drawn his sword immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and gathered all his True Qi into his right fist. The moment the black shadow turned, his long-prepared punch shot out like an arrow from a bow.
The wind from his fist howled, carrying the mighty Qi of a Xiantian Master as it struck the black shadow squarely in the back.
The black shadow had fled several meters away when it was suddenly struck heavily from behind.