The Scum of the Clear Sky Sect!

After leaving the valley, Huang Yun flew westward.

The terrain beneath his feet gradually changed from hills into a sparser wilderness, with occasional scattered patches of forest dotting the grayish-yellow land.

He did not fly very high, maintaining a low-altitude posture as the oncoming wind howled past his ears, feeling the smooth and abundant circulation of Soul Power within him.

The power of a level seventy-one Soul Saint made his entire body feel lighter, while the Martial Soul origin of the Thunder Kunpeng made him feel as though every wisp of wind in the air was submitting to him.

Just as he swept over a dense Soul Beast forest, an accident occurred.

A pitch-black hammer shadow suddenly erupted from the forest below, carrying berserk Soul Power as it shot into the sky. It tore through the air with a piercing shriek, moving so quickly that it reached him in an instant.

Huang Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

His body reacted faster than his mind. The Thunder Kunpeng's instincts made every muscle in his body tighten at once, and he forcibly shifted several yards sideways in midair.

The hammer shadow grazed past his side, the fierce wind it carried cutting painfully against his skin and even tearing a gash in the corner of his clothes.

A deafening boom came from several hundred meters behind him.

Huang Yun turned and looked. A small hill had been struck head-on by the hammer shadow and exploded, rocks flying everywhere as dust surged into the sky.

A third of the entire hill had been blasted to pieces, while the remaining rock face was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Huang Yun hovered in the air, glanced down at the torn corner of his clothes, and his expression darkened.

If he had been even a fraction slower, that hammer