"Really?"
Blackmist scoffed, a cold smile appearing on his face as he casually took a single step backwards, effortlessly dodging Ethan's attack. The terrifying Azure Dragon Claw sliced past his chest, leaving behind only a faint scratch across his left arm.
No matter how fast Ethan was, in front of a Quasi–Soul Transformation Realm cultivator, he was still slower by an entire realm.
"Huh… You are really something."
Blackmist raised his arm slightly and glanced at the shallow cut. Surprise flickered across his eyes.
Throughout his long life, he had fought countless deadly battles. He had been injured by Soul Transformation experts, hunted by ancient beasts, and survived countless assassination missions.
But seeing a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator leave even the smallest wound on his body…
He had never imagined such a thing would happen.
