As he spoke, the blood-red palm print was already bearing down on him. Feng Hao sneered, flicked his dagger, and unleashed Rapid Shadow Slash. He transformed into a mass of black shadow that whistled as it pierced straight through the bloody palm print.
BANG!
The massive blood-red palm print shattered like glass, collapsing into fragments of magic energy that slowly dissipated.
The Seventh Rank Mage was greatly alarmed. After breaking through the blood-red palm print, Feng Hao was charging straight for him, his pitch-black eyes inspiring terror.
"A bloodline talent?" the Seventh Rank Mage muttered. A blood-red ripple suddenly spread from beneath his feet, launching him into the air and allowing him to dodge the sweeping attack of Feng Hao's Moon Wheel Dance.
With his strike missing its mark, Feng Hao grew solemn. 'Judging from that brief exchange,' he thought, 'this guy is no simple opponent.'
