Beneath the night sky, Jinan Prefectural City.
Fierce flames erupted, cries of alarm rang out on every side, and scorching currents of air spread outward.
Whoosh!
Before Yin Wuyue had finished speaking, a figure had already shot away, wrapped in a fierce rush of wind. He covered a hundred feet in a single bound and plunged straight toward the distant darkness.
This was Yin Beiting, grand elder of the Rakshasa Sect, an expert half a step from Spirit Refining.
Of those remaining, he alone had not felt himself locked onto by an aura. Yet he still made an immediate decision to flee.
In the space of a finger flick, over twenty first-rate experts had their bones and sinews blasted apart before his eyes, dying on the spot. Forget witnessing martial prowess like this-he had never even heard of it.
Even if the master of the Longevity Palace, Zhu Huang, known as the "Devil Master," the Flying Profound Sect's master Dan Fei, the Shaolin abbot, or the Wudang head-
Even if those figures standing at the pinnacle, on the level of the Seven Grandmasters, had come in person, they could never have been this terrifying.
In Yin Beiting's eyes, this was no longer martial arts, but sorcery and devilry!
The snowy-haired maiden before him, her expression indifferent, could no longer be the Pei Lingshuang of old. She had to be a demon beast from the Ghost Nether Cave, reborn in her flesh.
Immense terror spread through his heart, utterly crushing his will to fight. He immediately unleashed all his power and fled through the air.
Pei Lingshuang did not stop him. Yin Beiting's figure flickered, flashing several times within a breath and carrying him hundreds of feet away. Suddenly, his expression changed. With a fierce shout, he thrust out his palm.