The Western Rong King's strike carried brutally fierce power. His surging blood and qi seemed almost tangible, forming a blood cloud around his body.
Moreover, his Spirit Refining cultivation had also opened his Ancestral Aperture.
The sheer weight of his spiritual pressure made Chen Jing feel as though an ancient beast had opened its blood-filled maw at him.
Jiang Wanrou had originally been perched on the Western Rong King's shoulder.
Buffeted by his steam-like blood and qi, she leaped gracefully into the air.
Like a pure white butterfly.
But Chen Jing knew.
Though Jiang Wanrou's tongue ran hot, she would never stand on the sidelines and wait for him and the Western Rong King to decide the victor.
With her secret spiritual art of enchantment and mind control,
if she struck Chen Jing again at a crucial moment, the Western Rong King certainly would not miss another chance to kill him.
So.
In a single thought, Chen Jing made his decision.
I have to kill this woman first!
He drew a deep breath.
In an instant, he drove his essence, qi, and spirit to their peak!
800%!
Great Sun True Fire and Taiyin Frost Chill erupted simultaneously.
His aura surged into the sky!
The Western Rong King's and Jiang Wanrou's pupils abruptly contracted.
For Chen Jing had vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was barely ten feet from Jiang Wanrou.
A gleam of saber light condensed into a single line and slashed horizontally toward her.
Too fast!
Paradise Palace excelled at seduction, at playing the innocent temptress, and at bedroom arts, but its offensive techniques were its weakest discipline.
Jiang Wanrou had no chance to react.
She could only unleash her Bewitching Art with everything she had.
Layers of pink ripples seemed to spread through her