The Holy Emperor's Secret

The Holy Emperor's golden sword-rainbow far exceeded the limit a Nascent Soul could endure. After vaporizing Hu Xuanjia's corpse completely, it continued blasting westward, cleaving into the Ghostly Mist that hung over the black market all year round. Like clouds parting to reveal the sun, sunlight suddenly shone into the Ghostly Mist.

Every Ancient Method Cultivator who had refined the Ghostly Mist felt a stab of pain in their chests. Some who had been too greedy and refined it too deeply even spat out blood on the spot.

As the two swords collided, the sword strike formed from the Dao Heart Pure Yang Mantra met the Holy Emperor's golden sword-rainbow. The curse power of the Devil's Great Curse erupted completely throughout that area, disrupting the connections of the surrounding Human Dao system and rendering them blurred. For a time, no one could possibly use those connections to locate Wang Qi.

Seizing the chance, Wang Qi put away his Dharma robe, ring, and shoulder armor, then pulled Lian Xinjie along for two more steps as though nothing had happened. Once they were out of sight of others, he seemed finally unable to suppress his injuries and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Wang..."

"Senior Brother Lian, when I am not concealing my identity, my name is Xia Li." Wang Qi seemed to have resumed his role-playing, speaking coldly. At the same time, he took healing pills from his storage pouch and swallowed them in large gulps.

He truly was injured. His clash with the Holy Emperor had been the result of forcibly drawing on the power of pills beyond his level. Furthermore, he had suffered injuries from the Holy Emperor's final counterattack. Compared to that, the damage caused by the breaking of the Ghostly Mist was hardly worth mentioning!

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