The gentle smile that had always hung on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an incredulous gloom. He had roamed unchallenged through Hongfang for years-what strange arts and secret techniques had he not seen? Yet he had never even heard of a bizarre cultivation method that made someone stronger each time they died!
"You..."
He did not finish.
Because he knew he could not let this man's aura continue rising.
One more step would bring him into the seventh realm. Someone in the late-sixth realm had already survived his claw strike; if he reached the seventh realm, who would win and who would lose would truly be anyone's guess.
Yu Zhou raised his right claw and swept it through the air.
Qiongqi's power erupted, and those wings that blotted out the sky and sun beat violently.
An invisible force savagely tore at and gathered the air within several hundred yards. Three enormous wind blades formed out of thin air, each a hundred feet long and wreathed in pitch-black killing intent. As they sliced through the air, the sound they made was not a whistle, but a piercing shriek like the wailing of ghosts.
"Die!"
Yu Zhou spat the word coldly.
The three wind blades slashed down together, intent on cutting Lu Changfeng and the enormous crater into pieces.
At the bottom of the crater, Lu Changfeng opened his eyes.
A blood-red gleam flashed through his eyes and vanished.
It was a sign that Reverse Heaven and Earth's medicinal effects had been driven to their limit.
He rolled upright and struck the ground with his palm, shooting skyward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The three wind blades grazed his back as they slashed into the crater's floor, forcibly doubling the size of that already horrifying pit.
Lu