Even with Qing Chen humiliating him so brazenly, Wan Hun was struck speechless, unable to retort.
He had only himself to blame for provoking the trouble and being the first to unleash a divine soul spell;
he had thought victory was firmly in his grasp, only to end up proven the inferior.
"You..." Wan Hun pointed at Qing Chen, but that was the only word he managed.
Rage assailed his heart, and a surge of blood abruptly spurted from his mouth.
Clearly, in that fierce clash with Qing Chen, he had not only suffered badly in divine sense, but sustained injuries to his internal organs as well.
The force generated by a clash of divine sense at the late Golden Core stage was no weaker than an all-out punch from cultivators who specialized in forging adamantine bodies.
Under the impact of such tremendous power, Wan Hun's injuries had naturally been inevitable.
Qing Chen's brows abruptly knitted, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes as he snapped:
"You? What do you mean, you! Given my standing, how dare you point your finger at me?
"If not for our fellowship in the sect, and my respect for you as a senior brother, I would not let you off lightly today for such insolence!"
Before his words had faded, Yuji's face darkened, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
He slammed his palm onto the heavy solid-wood desk beside him with a muffled bang!
Then Yuji reached into his robes and reverently drew out a sheet of jade silk.
Only the size of an adult's palm, the jade silk was crystalline and clear throughout, like a naturally formed piece of fine jade, shimmering with a soft luster.
Runes had been meticulously drawn on its surface in cinnabar, accompanied by the Sect Master's