Ambushed without warning, Qin Feng and his bird were plunged into a deadly crisis within a matter of breaths.
The white-robed youth arrived on the back of a Red-plumed Red Crane. He stood upon its snow-white feathers, his face cold and his eyes grim. The demonic tune from the Jade Flute at his lips grew shriller. Wisps of the mournful, lingering Chaotic Divine Demon Sound bored deep into the souls of both man and bird, exploding like cannonballs within them.
"What a despicable brat!"
Forcing himself to endure the splitting headache, Qin Feng cursed inwardly. 'If my Divine Soul weren't so powerful, I would have already lost the ability to fight back.'
'However…'
A savage smile flashed in his eyes as countless pages of the Purifying Heart Calming Spirit Secret Technique scrolled through his mind. He was just about to chant the incantation to steady his spirit.
SHIIING!
