Feeling the force of the punch and the searing pain coursing through her body, Sikong Red Moon could hardly believe it. Why was Duan Jian's physique so powerful?
For that, Duan Jian really had to thank the Silverwing Family. If they had not whipped him day after day, how could he have forged such a body?
All the suffering he had endured over those decades had been for this moment!
Sikong Red Moon had not actually guessed wrong. Duan Jian's technique really was nothing special; after all, he had never had any real hands-on practice.
But she had overlooked one thing: Duan Jian's physical strength was so formidable that it made up for his lack of technique.
Sikong Red Moon no longer dared to look down on him. Facing Duan Jian's towering presence, she decided to flee at once, spreading her wings and soaring into the sky.
Duan Jian swung the Flame-Rage Sword in his hand, unleashing a crimson arc of sword energy that shot toward Sikong Red Moon as she fled through the sky.
Sikong Red Moon glanced back at the crimson sword energy pursuing her and beat her wings even harder.
But no matter how desperately she wanted to escape, or how hard she beat her wings, the crimson, flaming sword energy still caught up with her.
Her wings burst into flame. Sikong Red Moon could not understand it. She had clearly cultivated the Red Flame Body Tempering Method, so why could her wings still be set alight?
Reality gave her no time to puzzle over it. With her wings burning, she could no longer fly.
Watching Sikong Red Moon plummet toward the ground, Duan Jian spread his own Black Dragon Wings and flew upward.
Nie Li, however, spotted two more members of the Silverwing Family approaching and