Luo Xiong stared at his figure in shock. The last trace of defiance in his heart vanished like smoke.
Meanwhile, Zhao Feng used the Wind God Leg Technique to chase after the gray-robed man ahead.
At that moment, the elite soldiers guarding the foot of the mountain saw a gray-clad man soaring out of the temple like a great bird, bounding across the branches.
They immediately bent their bows and nocked arrows, sending a volley at him.
"Damn it!" The gray-robed man swept both palms outward, blasting the arrows away with gusts of palm force. But in that brief delay, Zhao Feng had already caught up.
"You're not going anywhere!" He thrust the Condensed Edge Spear forward, its four-colored spear aura crashing toward the gray-robed man like a venomous dragon. The man unleashed a blast of Palm Astral Force in midair, and a muffled boom rang out!
Both men were knocked out of the air.
Zhao Feng surged forward, trapping the gray-robed man within layer upon layer of spear shadows.
"Since you imperial hound are courting death, I'll grant your wish!" The gray-robed man's expression turned vicious. His opponent merely possessed embracing elixir force. Even if he had some skill, he would ultimately die beneath his palms!
Gray astral qi spread over his palms as killing intent surged around him. His hands tore through the air, his Palm Astral Force knocking the spear tip aside before striking straight for Zhao Feng's heart.
Zhao Feng retreated swiftly while twisting and flicking his spear. The Condensed Edge Spear darted out like a spirit snake leaving its hole, four-colored true qi winding around its tip as it struck precisely at a weak point in the man's Palm Astral Force. A crisp clang rang out as spear and palm collided. Waves of force scattered