Daoist Feng's heart gave a sudden lurch. He was not without experience; one look at the lofty, unfathomable aura surrounding the newcomer told him that this person's cultivation far surpassed his own.
It was absolutely impossible that the newcomer bore him any goodwill. Since defecting to the Hao Clan, he had slaughtered no one knew how many cultivators. He had enemies everywhere, but no fellow disciples.
And how could this person have happened to appear here at such a convenient moment? If he had to guess, perhaps it was some great cultivator from one of the Six Sects Beyond Heaven who had seen him leave alone and deliberately descended to capture him.
Even as regret rose within him, a flash of realization struck him. So the Sky-Soaring Hexagram had fallen upon this place! He could not help feeling vexed. He had indeed divined correctly once again, yet he had failed to see through it completely.
But that was not his fault. He believed the other party's strength and cultivation were clearly above his own. The fact that he had managed to divine it at all already showed the excellence of his divination arts.
Though countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, his reaction was not slow in the slightest. The moment he saw Zhang Yu's projection, he began circulating his mana. Then, with a thunderous boom, he transformed once more into countless streams and shadows of blood, fleeing in different directions as he sought to escape the man before him by the same method.
Zhang Yu's projection remained where he was, unmoving. Yet a divine gleam flashed through his eyes. With the aid of the Eye Seal, he immediately saw the pivot of yin and yang behind Daoist Feng's transformation.
To ordinary Profound Venerables, this divine ability was