Thud! Clatter-clatter-clatter!
On the mountainside of the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, a bloodied figure tumbled and stumbled, rushing down the mountain with a mirror slung over his shoulder.
"Brothers, I'm panicking right now."
"I don't know why, but that demi-saint from the Qin Family suddenly really wants to kill me. Did I offend him somehow?"
"I know you're all surprised—how did I manage to escape death at the hands of a demi-saint? How could someone like Feng Zhongzui be so strong?"
"To tell you the truth, even I'm surprised!"
"My Fantasy Sword Technique level barely scratches the first realm. I couldn't even manage a Space-Time Transition just now. When I saw the old man covered in devilish energy and his state clearly off, in a moment of reckless instinct, I hit him with a 'Mirror Flower Water Moon.'"
"And it actually worked. I trapped him!"
Feng Zhongzui gripped the Dao Imparting Mirror and aimed it at himself.
