With witchcraft helping him as well, even Xiang Jiu, the strongest of them, might not be his match.
I was too impatient. I shouldn't have struck to kill so soon. This witchcraft was truly miraculous. It might not be as direct as a blast of true qi or Witch Power, but its effect on a battle was almost impossible to describe.
Liu Ying was proof enough. If she hadn't carelessly fallen prey to the witchcraft he had imitated, how could he have defeated her so easily?
Unfortunately, he had acted too quickly. He had only learned two moves before that woman was sent away. He probably wouldn't get another chance to learn from her.
Just as Lu Feng finished cursing, a light flashed, and the High Priest appeared before him again.
This time, he brought no one with him. Instead, he looked at Lu Feng with interest and said with a smile, "I never expected you to be able to use true qi to cast witchcraft. Interesting. I underestimated you."
Lu Feng sneered. "Does your Witch Clan have anything worth showing off? It's just a little hand-to-hand fighting and witchcraft. I can learn it all with ease. There's no challenge at all."
He had been imprisoned here and given a slow-acting poison, without even knowing how to cure it. By now, Lu Feng hated the High Priest to the bone, and that hatred had spread to the Witch Clan as well. Naturally, he wanted to belittle them until they weren't worth a penny.
The High Priest wasn't annoyed by Lu Feng's words. The man seemed not to know what anger was. His temper was excellent; his character was vile.
He studied Lu Feng carefully, seemingly pondering something, without saying a word. His manner made Lu Feng uneasy. He couldn't shake