The blood vortex appeared extremely powerful and formidable, yet before the fist peak glowing with golden flame, it couldn't withstand even a blink of an eye, and was directly shattered into nothingness.
The youth in the azure robe with a jade crown stood amidst the ruins of the courtyard, surrounded by dragon-like spirals of golden flame, almost like a deity.
"With such strength, how could I have underestimated him and even targeted his junior disciple?"
Tong Yanqiu spat blood and regretted deeply.
He now understood clearly.
His earlier speculations were not wrong at all.
With such body technique and cultivation, how could the opponent fail to catch up with him?
From the start, the opponent hadn't gone all out, merely keeping a distant pursuit.
Every time he thought he had shaken him off, he was actually firmly within the opponent's grasp.
