In the next instant, Jiang Bohong's figure suddenly blurred!
He left only an afterimage behind as his entire body turned into a streak of gray smoke.
His right hand, gaunt as a bird's talon, spread its five fingers. The palm, black as ink, rushed forward with an evil wind—it was his trump card, the Withered Bone Rotting Heart Palm!
Before the palm arrived, a gust of bone-chilling, sinister wind had already enveloped Chen Qing's major acupoints.
Chen Qing's pupils shrank as the True Qi in his body surged violently.
He instinctively executed his Wave Treading Step Technique, his body like a resilient willow in the wind as he slid sharply half a step to the right.
