Qing Chen stared at the Chan Saber in Arhat Fengchi's hand. It was only an ordinary supreme-grade magic treasure. Its material was indeed sharp and sturdy, but the power of laws within it amounted to only one ordinary Rules Thread. It was no match for his Blood River God-Slaying Spear.
But along the edge of the bald donkey's right hand, two azure threads of wind-path rules flickered in and out of sight, extending and retracting as they roamed his entire body.
They were condensed to an exceptionally complete state.
Two Rules Threads...
Qing Chen's heart sank.
Not only was this bald donkey at the peak of the Immortal Realm, but his comprehension of rules was absolutely no worse than Hui'an's!
"Benefactor, do you still wish to fight?" Arhat Fengchi asked calmly.
Yet Qing Chen saw a trace of boredom in his eyes, and that directly ignited Qing Chen's ferocity.
So what if you're an Arhat equivalent to Void Refinement? What can an Arhat suppressed by the Treasure Pagoda do?
Didn't your former master, the Golden-Body Bodhisattva, die by my hand all the same?
"You old bald donkey!!!" he roared, launching himself into the fight.
Ten hours later.
Clang-!
The Blood River God-Slaying Spear collided with the Autumn Water Chan Saber once again, and Qing Chen was sent flying backward yet again, plowing a blood-colored trajectory through the void.
There was not a single patch of intact flesh left on him.
A bone-deep saber wound gaped from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Wind-attribute power of laws lingered on his dark-gold bones, frantically preventing the wound from healing.
A palm-sized chunk of flesh had been sliced from the outside of his right thigh, and blood streamed down his calf.
Three bloody holes in his chest had been pierced by