Slaying a True Martial Realm expert in seconds with the Divine Bridge Realm—Su Xin had not achieved that. Yet he had blasted Situ Ming to death in just two moves, and the sight left everyone present dumbfounded.
That overwhelming might was like that of a god or demon, leaving people utterly unable to muster any thought of resistance.
Others did not dare resist before such immense power, but Chang Kun did not want to die.
Imperial Heaven Domain was still their ally. So long as he could escape, even if only for the sake of its own reputation, Imperial Heaven Domain would still protect him.
With that thought in mind, Chang Kun grit his teeth fiercely. Blood mist rose around him, and in an instant he fled hundreds of zhang away. The blood mist grew ever thinner, as though it were about to disperse.
Yet a strange expression appeared in Su Xin's eyes, because the technique Chang Kun had used was actually a cultivation art of the Blood Demon Sect. More precisely, its roots should have come from the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique, though it had been altered later on.
Though the Immortal Domain had no inheritance of the demonic path, after the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable had been killed, demonic cultivation arts had spread far and wide. It was entirely possible for things such as fragments of the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique to have found their way into the Immortal Domain.
But for Chang Kun to use the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique to flee for his life before him—now that was rather laughable.
With a wave of Su Xin's hand, azure flames formed a vast net that slowly contracted with incomparable precision, directly enveloping that cloud of blood mist. As the blood mist continuously evaporated, Chang Kun let out a shrill, miserable