The Power of Profound Techniques

The blinding light persisted, but Leng Shuang and Si Tian managed to keep their distance. However, Dao Lord Xue Yue, blocked by Wan Xing, found himself drenched in cold sweat.

Moments before, he had been preparing to join the siege against Hu Qing. If Wan Xing hadn't intercepted him, his fate might not have differed much from Po Jun's.

Po Jun was already injured at that point. Even if the two of them had teamed up, they wouldn't stand a chance against Hu Qing.

Dao Lord Wan Xing's face mirrored shock. He was all too familiar with the aura that had erupted from that earlier strike; it was a top-tier martial technique, far more potent than the one he had cultivated.

Is this the favoritism of the Qishen Temple?

Wan Xing involuntarily gasped. That strike had possessed the power of a half-step Emperor.

And that wasn't all. Among those present, only Jian Wushuang knew that Hu Qing was merely at the Nine Revolutions level!