After a long time, when Zhang Xiaohua had replenished all the true qi in his meridians, he poked his head out from behind the rocks and walked over to Xi Mujun's corpse.
His expression was very strange!
Far from the joy of killing his opponent or the relief of keeping his status as an Immortal Dao Qi Refiner, his face showed solemnity, caution, and lingering fear!
Indeed, the fight just now was incredibly dangerous. It was the most perilous and fortunate battle of Zhang Xiaohua's life. The opponent was merely a prominent senior disciple of the Sharp Gold Hall in the martial arts realm, yet he had forced Zhang Xiaohua into a desperate situation. If it wasn't for the fluke of pulling out the mysterious small mirror, which amazingly reflected the lightning of the Purple Phoenix Hairpin back and happened to hit Xi Mujun's head, who knows who would still be standing here, still catching their breath!
