Jiang Chengzi's figure appeared in midair, his face full of astonishment. He had never expected his concealment technique to be broken so easily.
It was not exactly broken. The other side had simply been too lucky. With a casual strike from Ninth Layer Dao Controlled Artifacts, he had nearly been hit, forcing him to reveal himself and counterattack.
He had only just knocked aside the streaking artifact lights when his vision suddenly darkened. Looking up, he saw a sinister fox face with a pointed snout and slanted eyes staring down at him.
Saber light flashed, and a warning surged in his heart. Jiang Chengzi hastily raised the short blades in his hands to fend off the incoming attack.
With a clang, Jiang Chengzi immediately experienced the same shock his brother had felt before. Terror filled his heart. What was this savage strength...?
A relentless barrage of saber light came crashing down like a violent storm.
Jiang Chengzi's body kept falling. In just five breaths, he plummeted like a meteor falling from the heavens and slammed heavily into the ground.
The earth trembled, and a crater immediately appeared. At its center lay Jiang Chengzi, baring his teeth in pain. He felt as though both his arms had shattered. There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt.
He was indeed a Ghost Cultivator, and his frontal combat ability was certainly inferior to that of a Weapon Cultivator, but he was still a Cloud River Tier Five Ghost Cultivator!
Yet he had been so easily suppressed by a Cloud River Tier Three opponent. It was simply impossible to accept.
The scent of death bore down on him, and he hurriedly shouted, "I concede!"
The flashing saber light stopped before his forehead. Its sharp tip pressed against his skin,