Facing Cao Jin, Cheng Xinzhan naturally braced himself for battle. White Impermanence fell into the mountains, but Cheng Xinzhan no longer paid him any mind.
Soul-Losing Ravine had a thoroughly rotten reputation in Western Hunan, indeed throughout the Mount Wuling Area. Now that the tree had fallen and the monkeys had scattered, and White Impermanence was gravely wounded, too many enemies wanted him dead unless Cao Jin took him back to Hundred Barbarian Mountain to recuperate.
"Then let me see what you're worth!"
Cao Jin sneered.
He had not intended to fight these two Dao seeds, but Cheng Xinzhan's words had backed him into a corner. If he still refused to act, he would never be able to show his face again.
Cao Jin stamped on empty air and vanished in an instant.
So fast!
Cheng Xinzhan's eyes flew wide. Cao Jin's afterimage flashed through his pupils, closing right up to him in an instant.
There was no time for spells or incantation seals, and his flying swords would need time to return. Cheng Xinzhan still held the Fire Sword in his right hand and had no time even to release it. He immediately curled his empty left hand as though holding a sword and made a horizontal cut. In a fleeting instant, that empty grip closed around something solid: he drew Autumn Water out of the void and slashed at Cao Jin's neck.
Yet Cao Jin merely ducked, lowered his shoulder, and rammed Cheng Xinzhan in the chest, sending him flying backward like a kite with its string cut.
The Inner Landscape Deities within his Five Palaces all stirred, acting to protect his organs.
How could he be so fast? How could he have such tremendous strength?
Cheng Xinzhan rubbed his chest, struggling for breath.
"Hm?"
Cao Jin was