"What a pity..."
Luo Cheng gazed at Han Qianlin who had retreated to the high skies, and silently lamented.
That sword strike just now—if it had been against a Tongxuan Realm martial artist, there would have been no escape, and certain death!
Han Qianlin, however, managed to retaliate with force at the critical moment, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
This demonstrated the sheer strength of an Awakening Vein Realm expert, whose capabilities far surpassed those of Tongxuan Realm martial artists in every aspect!
Above the clouds.
Han Qianlin glanced at the sword wound on his shoulder, a chill of survival brushing over him, as though he had walked a roundtrip to the Ghost Gate, sweat pouring uncontrollably.
Any hesitation in that moment would have led to unimaginable consequences!
After slightly calming himself, he finally had the opportunity to inspect his left-hand injury.
What he saw instantly sent his mind reeling.
