After a long while, once he had replenished all the true qi in his meridians, Zhang Xiaohua poked his head out from the rocks and walked over to Xi Mujun's corpse.
The expression on his face was exceedingly strange!
There was none of the joy of having slain an opponent, nor the relief of having preserved his identity as an Immortal Path Qi Practitioner. Instead, there was gravity, caution, and lingering fear!
Indeed, the battle just now had been perilous beyond measure—the most dangerous and most fortunate battle of Zhang Xiaohua's life. His opponent had merely been a peak Martial Way disciple of Ruijin Hall, yet he had driven him into a corner with no path of retreat. If not for his lucky last-minute use of that little mirror whose function he had not known, and if that little mirror had not miraculously reflected the lightning from the Purple Phoenix Hairpin back and struck Xi Mujun squarely in the head, then who knew who would still be standing here, breathing?
Keep a low profile! Zhang Xiaohua once again realized the profound meaning of those words. Back then, before Mocu Palace, Xi Mujun had forced him into utter helplessness with a single sword. Though his face had shown little expression and he had merely faced death as though returning home, he had still been unwilling to accept it in his heart. He was an Immortal Path Qi Practitioner, yet he had been cornered by a Martial Way practitioner. It was truly humiliating. If he had not been unable to display Immortal Path Supernatural Abilities before the Cult Master, he would have shown Xi Mujun what he was made of long ago. In the time afterward, right up until today, Zhang Xiaohua had never regarded Xi Mujun as a true opponent. He