Yun Qing thrust his spear, and Feng Tianmu hastily blocked it. Just as Yun Qing was about to raise his spear for another strike, the immortal power within him suddenly fluctuated for an instant before he suppressed it.
Am I about to break through? Yun Qing realized.
Seizing that moment, Feng Tianming scrambled up from the ground and swiftly darted backward. "You're at the peak of Middle Immortal King?!" he shouted in disbelief. That fleeting leak of Yun Qing's aura had finally let him fully perceive this "Qing Yun's" cultivation!
An Immortal King! How many among all these prodigies were Immortal Kings?
The peak of the middle stage! And among those Immortal Kings, who could have reached that level?!
"Ahhh, and you still fucking dare call yourself a rogue cultivator?! You shameless bastard!" Feng Tianming dared not think any further. He had assumed that, at the very most, his opponent had only just crossed the threshold of Immortal King!
Feng Tianmu flew backward in a desperate retreat, no longer willing to fight. He could not even spare a thought for Feng Tianming being killed by Wang Hu and the others.
In a clash between experts, how could anyone afford a moment's distraction?
And how could Yun Qing let the tiger return to the mountain? A dark gleam flashed through his double pupils as he caught the opening left by Feng Tianmu's frantic retreat. The index and middle fingers of his right hand, which had been gathering power all along, pressed together, perfectly fusing the Dao resonance of chaos with his spear intent.
Without a sound, the spear disregarded even the distance between them and pierced straight through the vital point of Feng Tianmu's chest, abdomen, and sea of qi!
Shhk-!
"Aaargh!" Feng Tianmu's entire body shuddered violently. He looked down