Bang!
Another violent boom rang out, and Shen Xiu was sent flying backward by the shockwave.
Chu Qingyun was also forced back several steps, his face slightly pale, but his aura remained incomparably steady.
Shen Xiu's strength was far more than a notch weaker than that man Chu Qingyun had encountered outside before!
But Chu Qingyun did not feel disappointed.
To be able to unleash Saint Spirit Grade attacks at the mid-stage Saintly Extreme Realm—such talent was probably considered extraordinarily heaven-defying even among the younger generation of the Northern Region.
"This Shen Xiu is a genius too, but compared to that Black-clad Figure, the gap is truly enormous."
Chu Qingyun shook his head, put away the Lightning Fire Sword, then picked up the Space Scroll and tucked it into his clothes.
"Junior Brother Chu, I lost."
"However, I did not lose merely to your strength. I lost to my own ability, because I am an alchemist."
Shen Xiu rose to his feet and smiled calmly, then turned and walked away into the distance.
He was no longer as arrogant and overbearing as before.
Chu Qingyun also composed himself and followed after him.
One in front and one behind, the two walked up a winding stone stairway toward the mountaintop.
Along the way, Chu Qingyun glanced at Shen Xiu and suddenly asked, "Senior brother Shen, what exactly is this Dark Hall you mentioned?"
Chu Qingyun had previously heard that the Dark Hall of the Northern Region seemed to be hidden within a stretch of black mist.
Legend had it that this mist was a mysterious underground world, one specially used to nurture all kinds of Monsters.
"Hmph, you don't know? Then I'll tell you."
"The Dark Hall controls three regions in the Northern Region."
"One of them is called Ghost Forest,