Fighting a Peak Body Refining cultivator enhanced by Blood Path arts turned out to be exactly as terrible as Hunter expected.
Actually, worse. Definitely worse. His expectations had been too optimistic.
Feng's fist caught him in the ribs. Foundation Realm body or not, something cracked with a sound that made Hunter's soul cringe. Pain exploded through his chest like someone had set off fireworks inside his ribcage. His killing intent wavered.
Feng felt it immediately. Pressed harder like a shark smelling blood. His own intent sharpened into something that felt like invisible knives pressed against Hunter's throat. "Sloppy! Raw power means nothing without control!"
Hunter Shadow Stepped on pure instinct. Appeared ten feet away. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Existing hurt. Being alive hurt.
