In the Land Temple.
The temperature in the air was plummeting rapidly, as if it had grown much colder.
Leng Xiao's body convulsively twitched symbolically before blood began to flow continuously, staining the ground red.
Qi Shu's eyes were like deep pools, without a ripple.
And An Jing, without further thought, fixed his eyes on Qi Shu ahead.
The sound of the wind howled as the two stared at each other from across the distance.
The next instant, Qi Shu's body leaped and vanished from his spot.
He attacked the moment he said he would, giving An Jing no time for a war of words.
Fast!
Too fast!
Although Qi Shu had sustained some minor injuries, his cultivation as a Second Qi Grandmaster far surpassed that of Elder Qingfeng, and even the Grandmaster Meng Zhaodou couldn't withstand more than a few moves against him.
From this, it was clear that the difference of one Qi in the realm of Grandmasters meant a groundbreaking shift in strength.