The courtyard was quiet, save for the rustling of parasol leaves in the wind and a few distant birdsong calls. Peace and tranquility reigned, as though this were an age of prosperity untouched by war.
Yet amid that peaceful stillness, a sudden, inexplicable chill raised the hairs on Zhao Feng's body! Everything happened in an instant.
His figure flashed, all his true essence surging into his legs. Wind-Controlling Escape! He shot diagonally away like a cannonball, covering more than a dozen yards!
Boom! Dust billowed as the spot where he had just stood suddenly collapsed! A faint, blood-colored shadow appeared immediately afterward.
Just then, a blood-red palm projection shot forth, its fierce wind carrying the power to destroy everything as it struck straight for Zhao Feng's chest. Wherever it passed, the air tore apart with a piercing shriek.
"Innate Realm!"
Zhao Feng's pupils contracted violently. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that palm strike-a weighty, concentrated pressure far beyond the Astral Force Realm, strength that only an Innate Realm expert could possess.
At that critical instant, Zhao Feng did not hesitate. Astral force erupted inside him, and he pushed hard against the flagstones, shooting backward like an arrow released from its bow. He continued retreating at full speed with Wind-Controlling Escape!
Riiip! The blood-red palm projection skimmed past the hem of Zhao Feng's clothes and thundered onward. With a tremendous crash, the distant ground shattered, sending stones flying. A blood-red palm print appeared in the earth, and the surrounding soil exuded a bloody aura. Had that strike actually landed on Zhao Feng, he would have been gravely wounded, if not killed outright.
Zhao Feng looked up and saw a figure in a plain-colored robe slowly materialize on the ground.
The man was tall, his face indistinct. Dense,