The Dragon Slaying Mark
Feng Xuanzhi raised his head, his long, narrow eyes still devoid of emotion.
Mu Zhuo sneered. Before long, the seal in his palm had finished gathering power. He abruptly raised his hand and pointed toward Feng Xuanzhi, guiding a thread of Rune Seal straight at him like lightning.
Feng Xuanzhi's gaze shifted slightly. He immediately conjured a barrier before himself, but to his surprise, it couldn't stop the rune from passing through. Like a maggot burrowing into bone, it clung fast to his wings.
In an instant, the black rune began to spread, using his wings as its foundation as it traced out row after row of intricate markings.
At the farthest edge from the center of the battlefield, Ling Xiaoxiao frowned as she caught sight of what was happening. A foreboding feeling stirred in her heart.
She knew something about the Rune Seal, which bore a striking resemblance to the Seal Method she excelled at. The former, however, leaned toward the dark side, usually used to infiltrate unnoticed before unleashing a fierce assault.
Just as she glanced over, Rong Huan raised a hand. A surging wave of spiritual power came crashing down like a lightning bolt, fierce and swift, while his voice remained calm and indifferent. "It seems you shouldn't let yourself get distracted."
Ling Xiaoxiao came to her senses and immediately formed a seal in her palm, conjuring a barrier to block the attack. Unfortunately, her opponent's strike came too quickly and fiercely. Even with her reaction speed, she was too slow by half, and the spiritual force slammed straight into her.
A deafening blast rang out. The impact was several times stronger than the previous explosion. With a tremendous rumble, it hurled her backward, smashing her deep into the mountainside until her aura