"Bang!"
Barely a moment after Hun Changqing gave chase, a battered figure plunged headfirst from the sky into the ground like a torn sack. His body was as thin as firewood, little more than a loose skin wrapped around bones.
It was Shi Tian. Nothing remained of his former imposing physique or domineering arrogance. Only the faintest thread of breath still passed through his lips; he was already on the brink of death.
As Shi Tian fell, black mist churned in the air, and Hun Changqing emerged from it. His killing intent had yet to fade, and an icy aura spread around him. Shrill sounds like the wails of vengeful ghosts drifted from the black mist swirling around his body, chilling the heart and making the scalp prickle.
"In one year, you advanced from a newly ascended Dou Zun to a Three-Star Dou Zun. Three experts at the same level couldn't last even the time it takes an incense stick to burn against you. Your talent and strength surpass even a god-grade bloodline. I doubt the Soul Clan ever imagined that the severely wounded Dou Emperor who left the clan without a trace of bloodline power would reach such heights in just a few short years."
Standing in the air nearby, Gu Xun'er gazed at Hun Changqing's pitch-black figure and spoke with a soft laugh when he appeared. The same calm, faint smile remained on her face.
Yet beneath her wide sleeves, her delicate hands were clenched tight and trembling slightly. She gripped them so hard that her skin had turned pale and bluish. Hun Changqing's clean, swift dispatch of those three men had clearly shaken her. His talent and current strength left her feeling powerless.
*I hope the Flame Mantra, which has begun to change subtly, will bring me