At the first trial of the Seven Paths of Demonic Heaven, the illusion trapped Ning Chen. The instant the illusion returned to its true form, killing intent erupted in Ning Chen's eyes, and he raised a hand to seize the woman by the throat.
The warmth from moments ago had vanished from his cold, merciless eyes. Frigid air spread around Ning Chen, his unparalleled foundation influencing heaven and earth as everything within a thousand miles turned to winter.
Huan Ji was stunned. Fear surfaced on her beautiful face. For the first time in a thousand years, she felt death so close at hand.
The undisguised killing intent grew ever more biting. Around Ning Chen's hand coiled the aura of the Yellow Springs, enough to drive one mad.
Sensing the clear murderous intent emanating from him, Huan Ji's body swiftly transformed, turning from substance into intangibility as she instantly withdrew a hundred zhang away.
Such a peculiar cultivation art was something Ning Chen had never seen before. His eyes narrowed slightly, and with one step, he closed in before her in the blink of an eye.
The hand at her throat followed like a shadow. Demonic energy surged from Ning Chen's body, vast and boundless for three thousand zhang.
Suppressing the fear in her heart, Huan Ji unleashed her full Mortal Realm cultivation. Her delicate hand shifted between illusion and reality as she blocked his attack.
The two clashed, their killing intent pressing down on all around them. After his two bodies had fused, Ning Chen stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Third Realm, his cultivation directly approaching the Mortal Realm.
After several exchanges, the difference in strength became clear. Though the master of the first trial of the Seven Paths of Demonic Heaven possessed Mortal Realm cultivation, Huan Ji