A figure streaked across the sky at incredible speed. It was Xiao Fan, fleeing with all his might.
I can't keep this up. Even if I keep running, I still won't shake off the Soul Form behind me. The Speed Card has a time limit, and at this rate, my Dou Qi will run dry too.
Xiao Fan checked his condition, his expression grim. He glanced at the Soul Form doggedly pursuing him, and his gaze darkened. "Since you insist on chasing me to the bitter end, don't blame me."
Then Xiao Fan swallowed two of the Qi Recovery Pills he had been holding in his mouth and waited for their medicinal effects to spread. His eyes fixed on the Soul Form drawing closer, he slowly raised his right hand.
Seeing Xiao Fan stop, the Soul Form secretly rejoiced. That fellow must be out of Dou Qi. With his earlier strength as a Da Dou Shi, he must have used some Secret Technique to reach a Dou Ling's speed. By now, his Dou Qi should be nearly exhausted. That's why he stopped.
Convinced he had guessed correctly, the Soul Form put on a friendly expression.
"Young brother..."
"Eight Extremes Collapse!"
His only answer was Xiao Fan's elbow, gleaming with a dim light as it slammed viciously toward him.
"Brat, do you want to die?"
With an angry roar, the Soul Form took Xiao Fan's attack head-on.
Bam!
The blow from Eight Extremes Collapse made the Soul Form noticeably more insubstantial. Just as he raised his head to speak again, several more sounds rang out inside him.
"Ugh... Hidden Force."
The unexpected Hidden Force weakened the Soul Form even more than the initial blow. "Brat, you're courting death!" Xiao Fan did not stop. Lips pressed together, he charged in and continued