Seeing this, Wen Renhou laughed even louder. Losing any trace of panic, he carefully wiped the blood from his face, straightened his hair and clothes, and then let out a cold, low chuckle as he walked toward Hao Qi and the others. As he slowly approached, everyone except Lan Linger felt as though a massive, heavy dark cloud was pressing down upon them from above. Just his mere walk projected an aura of suppression that enveloped every member of the Ryodan over ten thousand meters away. The weakest among them, Zhang Heng and Su Shiyan, even found their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"You know? It's been a very long time since I've sustained injuries this severe, and time and again, it's at the hands of your Ryodan. You really ought to feel honored..."
Mid-sentence, Wen Renhou suddenly accelerated. A full circle of ripples burst through the air a myriad of meters away with a sharp crack, his figure moving so swiftly that it was practically invisible to the naked eye. Pouring their inner force into their eyes, Hao Qi and the others could only catch a fleeting glimpse of a dark shadow racing toward them with unimaginable speed. At the same time, Hao Qi let out a roar and charged forward, opening with the Sumeru Mountain God Palm. Yet the dark shadow neither dodged nor paraded, taking the blow directly onto his body. Hao Qi felt as though his palm had struck empty air, only for a colossal counter-shock to rebound instantly. As Hao Qi was thrown backward, the dark shadow…
Chapter 223