Scorching spiritual energy surged into his palm in an instant.
The golden-red Spirit Essence was like a miniature sun, radiating astonishing heat through his flesh.
Stimulated by it, the Golden Crow Blood within Lu Chen boiled with a roar.
Strands of crimson-gold blood surged beyond his control, and a low rumble rose from deep within his chest.
Joy stirred in Lu Chen's heart, but his movements never paused.
He closed his fingers, gripped the Spirit Essence tightly, and turned to dart out of the rift.
"Who's there!"
An angry shout suddenly rang out behind him.
Ning Duanjiang was both shocked and furious.
He and Meng Qianyue had fought fiercely over this Spirit Essence, neither willing to yield. He had never expected someone to be lurking in the shadows, waiting for their battle to snatch the largest piece away.
It was stealing food straight from a tiger's jaws!
Without time to think, Ning Duanjiang swept his saber through the air.
Swish!
The saber light tore through the crimson mist, crossed several yards in an instant, and shot straight toward Lu Chen's back.
Fueled by fury, the strike held nothing back.
If it struck squarely, even a Bone-Forging Realm martial artist would be cleaved in two.
Yet Lu Chen seemed to have anticipated it.
Still airborne, he twisted sharply at the waist and pushed the Flying Dragon Art to its limit, shifting several feet sideways despite having nothing to push against.
The vicious saber light skimmed past the hem of his clothes.
Rrrip!
The saber energy ripped a long, narrow gash through the back of Lu Chen's clothing, leaving his skin burning with pain.
But he rode the fierce wind stirred up by the saber energy, swinging several yards farther forward.
Once he passed the jutting rock ahead, he would be out