"You think you can run?"
Chu Mu scoffed. With a flick of his fingers, streams of Saber Qi manifested as suspended, burning blades. In an instant, they transformed into a torrential rain of flaming blades, descending upon the fleeing man in the black robe.
The man's expression changed drastically. With a low shout, his black robe flared to life. Dense black mist billowed out, forming a dark, suspended cloud.
"Go!"
The man urged it on, and the cloud of Ghost Qi roiled menacingly, attempting to swallow the descending rain of flaming blades.
But as the flaming blades fell, the billowing black cloud seemed to have met its bane. Each fiery blade was like a red-hot branding iron, and the cloud was like ice and snow... it melted away!
"Impossible!"
The man was in disbelief. 'This Defense Skill is a Supreme Treasure I've spent years refining! Even if Fire Attribute techniques counter it, it should never be this fragile against a mere Magic Technique!'
