บท 520: The Hope of the Demon Race

The sky was filled with green light dots that broke apart. 

Despair filled Huo Huan's expression as he turned his head, looking at the handsome face before him. "Is this… the technique of the Emperor of Qingzhou?" 

In his mind, Huo Huan sifted through memories, uncovering the knowledge of the emperor. Only the Emperor of Qingzhou, as recorded in ancient books, had ever used such an illusion technique that could fool him.

"Illusion realm fist," Qin Huai lightly spat out, withdrawing his fist. Then, he targeted Huo Huan's kidneys, his firm palm piercing through Huo Huan's body as easily as a sharp saber.

Puff!