Moments later, all the dust settled. Qin Shou hurled the Flying Tiger Essence, transforming it into a Demon Tiger to carry him high into the air.
With a glance at the fading spatial ripples, Qin Shou smiled in satisfaction.
"Well then, you brat should know how to behave now."
...
A thousand miles away by a small stream, ripples stirred the void as Ning Xian, covered in blood, collapsed headfirst onto the ground, the Sky Crystal Sword morphing into a blue qilin standing vigil beside him.
"Ah..."
Ning Xian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper. He felt his internal organs nearly shattered by that indomitable Sword Energy.
"Young man, rest assured, you won't die now," said Tianjing.
Ning Xian's fists gradually clenched, his face full of defiance.
"Damn it, how...how can he be so strong!"
He picked up a stone and threw it into the stream, inadvertently aggravating his injuries, spitting out another mouthful of blood foam.
