But the white tiger kept chasing tenaciously and it was very quick. Even though Jiang Qisha had used a bodily martial skill, the distance separating the two continued to gradually shrink.
“Is this real? The genius who comes from the Holy Land of Martialism, and even defeated a Divine Body, is being forced to flee because of Chu Feng?” The observers were exclaiming endlessly at such a sight.
If the act of killing Murong Mingtian made them acknowledge Chu Feng’s strength, then the act of Jiang Qisha forced to flee in such a pitiful state by Chu Feng’s Secret Skill made them approve of Chu Feng’s abilities, as, after all, everyone knew Jiang Qisha was much more powerful than Murong Mingtian.
So even though Chu Feng had suppressed Jiang Qisha, many people still held in their hearts a sliver of hope. They felt the genius Jiang Qisha was unfathomable. There existed an infinite number of possibilities on him, so Chu Feng might not truly defeat him.
But many people’s sliver of hope had started to break. The situation before their eyes did not make it appear that Jiang Qisha had a trump card to deal with Chu Feng.
“Hmph.” But just when many people thought Jiang Qisha was defeated already, he coldly snorted as a hint of resolution surfaced in his eyes.
He then flipped his palm and several Talismanic Pellets appeared on his hand. He opened his mouth and swallowed them all.
*hmm*
After consuming the pellets, Jiang Qisha had the same reaction as Murong Mingtian: runes and patterns appeared on his skin and his aura soared.
*bang* Jiang Qisha suddenly turned around and punched the incoming White Tiger Slaughtering Technique.
*boom* That fist was not to be underestimated. It simply contained the power to destroy this land, and that punch alone blew apart Chu Feng’s White Tiger Slaughtering Technique.
“So powerful—”
“As expected of a genius from the Holy Land of Martialism. It seems that this is his real strength.”