He had practiced like a madman, day and night, enduring bitter cultivation until this moment.
At last, when faced with the great terror of life and death, he had comprehended his own path.
Qi Xiu had no time to rejoice.
The slender, soft, yet terrifyingly powerful jade-like hand above his head was already descending.
His eyes clear, Qi Xiu raised his hand to meet the palm, a purple-gold red gourd insignia appearing in its center!
CRACK—
It was like a thunderclap on a clear day. The sound was deafening.
The blast wave from the sudden explosion materialized as a visible shockwave, rampaging and sweeping through everything.
Everything in the courtyard shattered; even the walls spiderwebbed with countless fissures.
Surrounding residents fled in panic, thinking an explosion had occurred.
Staggering back three steps, Qi Xiu shook his arm, his eyes revealing confusion.
A Cultivator of Dao?
Jia Yufei, standing rooted to the spot, looked surprised.
