The next moment, a beam of red light shot into the sky.
"You think you can kill me? You've got to be joking!" Yu Tiancong bellowed. A cloud of red mist lifted him into the air, and he tried to fly away.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kong Binghuang scoffed. Up in the sky, the wind and clouds shifted, and a white phoenix emerged from the clouds — the windward charm's technique, fallen phoenix.
The hundred-meter-long white phoenix spiraled in the air, stirring a violent storm. The blood mist beneath Yu Tiancong was instantly scattered, and his body was swept away by the white phoenix's tempest-like assault.
Qin Huai quietly observed the unfolding spectacle. Indeed, the gap between each of the five levels of the visceral prefecture realm was immense. The battle prowess of Kong Binghuang, the master of Wuji Mountain, was truly fearsome.
Bang!
