Whenever Yao Chen had fought people from the Soul Palace in the past, he had always had to fend off a powerful enemy while guarding against sneak attacks from someone hidden in the shadows. There was no denying that such distractions seriously hampered a battle against an opponent of equal strength.
Yao Chen had never imagined that one day he would get to enjoy the Soul Palace's own infuriating way of fighting. What surprised him, however, was that those experts lurking in the shadows in the past had always been roughly as strong as the person they were harassing. That was how they avoided detection.
Yet despite the enormous gap between Hun Changqing's strength and Gu Ming's, Hun Changqing could still conceal himself from Gu Ming's senses. Even Yao Chen could not help being astonished.
As Yao Chen poured an unending stream of Dou Qi into the giant flaming palm, the distracted Gu Ming began to show signs of faltering. Feeling the flames exert ever-greater pressure, Gu Ming grew irritated, and even his continuous delivery of Dou Qi paused for a moment.
Hun Changqing's keen, ruthless eye caught the change in Gu Ming instantly, and a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.
"Shasha!"
After shouting to Medusa through their mental connection, Hun Changqing immediately swept his sleeve and touched a finger to the center of his forehead. Dazzling light gathered there, then a brilliant silver radiance shot out from between his brows. Alongside it came the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python, already brimming with unparalleled momentum and shimmering with seven-colored light.
The two dazzling streaks, one silver and one multicolored, moved so swiftly they seemed to materialize out of nowhere. In a single instant, they traveled from Hun Changqing to right before Gu Ming.
The two attacks came with startling abruptness,