"Corpse-Blood Old Devil, how do you like the might of my Wisdom King's blades?"
Amid Qing Chen's furious shout, his four arms suddenly contracted like springs, and the Buddha Light on his monastic blades abruptly drew inward.
Corpse-Blood True Person was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Qing Chen retreat swiftly, his four arms abruptly dispersing and the Devil Aspect behind him fading like smoke.
"Consider today's strike my first-meeting gift to you!" Qing Chen's voice was cold as iron, but he did not swing again.
That all-out strike had consumed nearly half the power of his Baleful Core, as well as a considerable amount of the Essence Blood in his Brahma Aperture.
Qing Chen glanced at Dragon-Seal Vajra's somewhat stunned expression in the distance and knew that this performance had reached just the right pitch:
I've tested the methods of a Middle Golden Core Stage cultivator and let the Snake Spirit Thieves and the remnants of the Impermanence Sect know that I'm at odds with these two.
It was said that Mysterious Altar True Person of the Impermanence Sect had possessed roughly the same combat strength as Corpse-Blood True Person in his prime.
"What a treacherous, scheming Blood River Old Devil!" Corpse-Blood True Person ground his teeth and cursed Qing Chen by his alias in public.
He watched Qing Chen retreat into Earth Pass Island, his triangular eyes all but spitting sparks.
Then Corpse-Blood True Person spun around, Corpse Devil qi surging from his sleeves. Two Three Corpse Demon Sect disciples standing at the edge of the deck were caught unprepared and sent flying by the Corpse Qi, falling into the sea without even time to scream.
"Useless trash! What the hell are you all gawking at? Get the ship moving!"
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