A burst of intense energy erupted, raising a small column of dust and debris, causing the entire two-section dwelling to collapse.
Yi Chen, whose cultivation was far superior to Chen Qing's, had launched a dishonorable surprise attack when Chen Qing's vigilance was at its lowest.
Chen Qing and the woman in white, this pair of wild mandarin ducks, had no chance of escaping their fate.
The strike was successful.
Clutching a peculiar, semi-transparent mask in his hand, Yi Chen vanished into the night without a trace.
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"Giddy up!"
"Giddy up!"
Under the moonlit sky, horse hooves kicked up clouds of dust on the earthen-yellow track, a magnificent mid-grade dragon steed galloping past with incredible speed.
The dragon steed had a large bulge on its forehead, and a faint dark aura emanated from its hooves. It was as fast as lightning, as if it was chasing the wind and catching the moon.
The intense wind pressure it created bent the roadside weeds.