Han Qinglei was thoroughly enraged at having been repeatedly forced to waste so much time. Eyes gleaming with a bizarre light, he suddenly clenched his hand into a fist. As he did, the flesh and blood vanished and became nothing but bleached bones.
He punched out, not with the power of the fleshly body, but with an incredibly powerful divine ability. It slammed into the meat jelly, who let out a miserable shriek. Its body shrank down defensively. Suddenly, a derisive grin appeared on Han Qinglei’s face.
Eyes glittering he said… “Time… stop!”
When those two words left his mouth, everything around him suddenly seemed to grind to an eternal halt.
Everything went quiet. The meat jelly was stuck in midair, and only Han Qinglei seemed to be unaffected. His face was pale, however; clearly, using this Daoist magic was not an easy thing for him.
The instant that time stopped, his eyes glittered with killing intent. His hand changed angles, slipping around the meat jelly’s defenses and rushing directly toward the top of Meng Hao’s head in the form of a fist.
“It’s over!” he said. However, just when his fist was about to strike Meng Hao’s head, Meng Hao’s eyes snapped open, and they gleamed with a murderously cold aura.
His right hand shot up, leaving behind afterimages as it sped to meet Han Qinglei’s fist!
Their eyes suddenly locked.
One of them had a look of shock, the other had a cold gleam in his eyes.
At the moment, one of them looked vicious and cruel, and as for the other, the coldness in his eyes was like that of a sharp blade!