Feng Xingkong reclined on a lounge chair, holding a fruit as white as jade. This fruit was called an icefruit. Though it could improve the cultivation of Qi Gathering Stage Cultivators, it was utterly useless to an Origin Core Stage expert like him. Still, the icefruit contained a trace of ice spiritual qi, which was somewhat helpful in resisting the erosion of the Crimson Blood Desert's blood-baleful power.
He took a bite of the icefruit and gazed at the sky beyond the flying vessel, where yellow sand still filled the heavens as always. Then he said, "Increase the speed."
Besides him, there were five others aboard the flying vessel, all Tribulation Stage Cultivators. Seeing that he seemed preoccupied, an old man beside him said, "Second Hall Master, although we failed to kill Yan Chihuo this time, we obtained the Heavenfire Pill. If we deliver it to the Hall Master's wife and have her put in a good word for us, we should be able to smooth this over."
Feng Xingkong waved a hand. Then, all at once, his expression changed drastically. "Watch out!"
The instant his words fell, there was a bang, and the flying vessel shattered. A streak of white light rose up, while white light flickered in rapid succession from the five Tribulation Stage Cultivators. Without even letting out a scream, all five were reduced to flying ash.
Feng Xingkong reacted swiftly, shooting into the air. Though he looked somewhat disheveled, he was ultimately unharmed. Staring at the three figures before him, he ground his teeth and said, "You finally came."
The three were Yan Chihuo, Yuan Yangzi, and Madam Tianhua. That strike just now had been a Thunderbolt Pellet Yan Chihuo had obtained from the Four Fiends of Spirit Pool. They knew that this Thunderbolt Pellet could