"Heavenly Demon Palm!"
A palm wreathed in azure flames slammed heavily into Qin Shaofeng's body. Yet he showed not the slightest trace of pain, instead looking leisurely at Meiying.
Meiying panicked.
"You... how could this be?"
Meiying stared in disbelief at the palm still wreathed in azure flames.
Qin Shaofeng had taken her strike from such close range, yet he was completely unscathed!
She had used every bit of her strength just now!
No one had ever emerged unscathed from her Heavenly Demon Palm. This was enough to show that Qin Shaofeng's strength had reached a level beyond her imagination!
"What realm... are you in?"
Meiying looked at Qin Shaofeng in utter shock, but she no longer dared to meet his eyes.
At that, Qin Shaofeng snorted coldly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You are not worthy of knowing."
Those five simple words struck Meiying's heart like a heavy hammer.
For the first time, she felt an unprecedented pressure from Qin Shaofeng. She had no choice but to reevaluate the deeply concealed man before her.
Qin Shaofeng looked at the woman staring blankly at him and tightened his grip around her wrist.
"Move!" Qin Shaofeng ordered. "Take me to your sect master."
Only then did Meiying come back to her senses. With wariness in her eyes, she asked, "Why are you looking for our sect master?"
"You are not qualified to question me."
Qin Shaofeng abruptly shoved Meiying away, speaking with utter disdain.
Meiying was choked speechless by his words. She frowned tightly as a bad premonition welled up within her.
What did Qin Shaofeng want with the sect master? The answer was obvious.
Earlier, the sect master had used the Blood Array of Desperate Souls, yet he still had not managed to trap Qin Shaofeng. Qin Shaofeng