The seven colors of the Rainbow Bloom were indeed only thirty yards away, yet that furious shout seemed to come from beneath the faint mist, far beyond those thirty yards. But the cultivator's mana came with that shout, and the instant Xiao Hua came into contact with it, he immediately knew that this so-called senior brother of the Fire Flame Sect's Qi Cultivation fourth layer disciple was absolutely not at the Qi Cultivation fifth and sixth layers as he had guessed, but at the full eighth level of Qi Cultivation.
Thus, without a second thought, Xiao Hua made a snap decision and fled in another direction. As for Li Xiaowen and Xun Feiyan, did that even need saying? They had sensed it even earlier than Xiao Hua, each fleeing for their lives in one of the other two directions.
Just as Xiao Hua and the others flew away, a lean, wiry cultivator emerged from beneath the mist, his left hand holding a fiery-red jade pendant and his face full of rage. He swept his eyes around and shouted, "Xue Hong..."
Then he moved the fingers of his right hand, just about to form a hand seal, when his gaze caught Xiao Hua's rapidly ascending figure. He froze slightly and thought, Could this... be a cultivator at the peak of Qi Cultivation?
But... that is not right either. If he were at the peak of Qi Cultivation... would this Rainbow Bloom not have been his for the taking? Why... would he leave? If he had stayed, would we not have died without even a burial ground?
In that moment of hesitation, Xiao Hua gradually vanished from sight. When he looked toward the other two directions again, Li Xiaowen and Xun Feiyan had also flown far away. The cultivator moved to give