'A senior... could he be a Foundation Establishment cultivator?'
Zhao Lin's heart skipped a beat. He hastily used his Qi Observation Skill to observe the man, but found his realm was the same as before: Peak of Qi Refining. It hadn't changed in the slightest, which left him baffled.
Placing a hand on his saber hilt, Zhao Lin sneered, "You and I are both in the Qi Refining Realm. What's this nonsense about 'senior'?"
"The Qi Refining Realm?"
Ji Zhang threw his head back and laughed. Then, his face darkened. He casually formed a spell with his hand and barked, "Frost Claw!"
Ice Spiritual Qi rapidly converged, condensing into a massive, frosty hand above his shoulder.
The hand's five fingers were hooked like talons, resembling bleached bones.
Most striking of all, a wisp of blood-red light coated the surface of the frosty hand!
Upon seeing this, Zhao Lin's eyelid twitched violently.
It wasn't that the Magic itself was so remarkable, but rather the red light coating it.
