"Tsk! That crying is awful. Bad luck!"
The Blood Feather Hall cultivator looked at Zhao Qi with disdain. When he saw what Zhao Qi held in his arms, his eyes filled with even greater disgust.
In a flash, he appeared before Zhao Qi.
But before he could strike, Zhao Qi activated the Mountain-Splitting Talisman first.
"Mountain-Splitting Talisman?"
The man raised a brow, then struck down with a backhanded palm.
Hiss—crack!
With a crisp sound, that cutting force was forcibly snapped apart by him.
"Damn it! You still dare fight back!"
He kicked out, and golden light flashed.
Crack!
An Eighth Level Qi Gathering martial cultivator possessed tremendous physical strength. The Adamantine Talisman lasted only a single breath before shattering.
Even now, Zhao Qi had no intention of surrendering without a fight.
He had been unlucky since childhood, but the reason he had repeatedly escaped death's grasp was not merely luck and caution. There was another important reason: he had never once considered giving up!
"Ice Splitting Talisman!"
Another late-stage talisman flew out, and a layer of frost instantly condensed over the Blood Feather Hall cultivator's body.
"Divine Movement Talisman! Spirit Shield Talisman!"
Activating every talisman on him that could be used in one breath, Zhao Qi clutched Yang Linghu's severed arm and ran for his life.
This Ice Splitting Talisman from the Carefree Sect was truly effective. Even an eighth-level cultivator was delayed for two breaths.
Seeing Zhao Qi flee, the man immediately flew into a rage from humiliation.
He had actually been toyed with by an ant today!
"Outrageous!"
Bang!
The muscles in his legs tensed, and his body shot forward. In the blink of an eye, he was already above Zhao Qi's head.
"You mere insect, die!"
A heavy punch crashed down. At that moment, Zhao Qi was