In the heart of the Spiritual Spring, Zhao Mingcheng's chest was bare, his corded muscles as hard as iron. As his eyes opened and closed, they shot out thin, brilliant beams of gleaming Divine Light.
The Spiritual Spring glowed as Zhao Mingcheng recklessly absorbed wisps of pure Cold Ice Spiritual Energy. Droplets of Cold Soul True Water melted into his frail body like snow.
'Damn. What a powerful Ice Attribute Technique. He can even directly absorb Cold Soul True Water!' Qin Feng, hidden in the shadows, sucked in a sharp breath as he watched.
Qin Feng fought the impulse to strike Zhao Mingcheng, suppressing his killing intent. 'Wait. Just a little longer,' he thought. 'This guy is extremely vigilant. Even though he's absorbing Cold Soul True Water for his Cultivation, he hasn't let his guard down for a moment. If I rush out now, I definitely won't be able to kill him!'
'I either don't strike at all, or it must be a killing blow!'
