"Prepare to die!"
The Nascent Soul Stage Black-clothed Cultivator stopped wasting words and transformed into a black lightning bolt, appearing in front of Luo Qingchen in an instant.
He pointed his fingers like blades, with pitch-black Demon Flame swirling at the tips, carrying a penetrating sharpness, aimed straight at Luo Qingchen's forehead.
This strike was as fast as lightning, ruthless to the extreme.
Luo Qingchen's pupils contracted suddenly, starlight flickered under his feet, and his figure slid backward dangerously, avoiding this deadly blow.
The pitch-black Demon Flame grazed past his nose, bringing with it a burnt smell.
Before he could stabilize his footing, the Nascent Soul Stage Black-clothed Cultivator's attacks came at him like a raging storm.
Claw shadows, fist winds, leg whips…
Each strike contained the terrifying power of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, each strike aimed straight at Luo Qingchen's vital points all over his body.
