Zhou Qingchen was horrified. The Cold Iron Saber trembled slightly in his hand.
Dong Tianze's backhand strike had nearly split the web between Zhou Qingchen's thumb and forefinger.
The Yin Spirit Temple's techniques were renowned in the Third Realm for their assassinations and agility, but they fell short of the Red Mountain techniques he had cultivated in terms of sheer force.
Yet Dong Tianze had shattered his fixed impression of the Yin Spirit Temple!
The terrifying force behind the backhand strike of the Black Gold Short Blade had left Zhou Qingchen shaken.
By the time the soreness in his arm had eased, Dong Tianze had vanished without a trace. Not a ripple of blood remained on the lake's surface.
The image of the dazzling phoenix on Dong Tianze's brow surfaced in Zhou Qingchen's mind, leaving him faintly uneasy.
When Dong Tianze had swung the Ghost Chant, immense power had erupted from him. With that strange phoenix's presence, the ferocious, brutal man had somehow taken on a sacred, awe-inspiring bearing.
"Are you all right?"
Han Duping hurried over. Seeing Zhou Qingchen standing there in a daze, he assumed he was badly injured and quickly said, "Don't chase that mad dog, Dong Tianze. His condition is extremely strange right now."
Luo Hongyan descended the mountain unhurriedly and said coolly, "Yes. Never corner a desperate enemy."
When Zhou Qingchen glared at her, she curled her lip. "You're both in the Xisui Realm, but Dong Tianze tempered his bones and organs with Black Tortoise Essence Blood, while you haven't. On top of that, he refined a drop of Phoenix Marrow containing all manner of strange powers. He escaped wounded, and chasing after him would only get you killed."
Luo Hongyan, too, let out a quiet breath of relief.
After the Spirit Sha, Luo Meng,