"You're not even worthy to be my opponent!" Faced with Li Qingming's provocation, the Blood Soul remained unmoved, his hoarse voice even carrying a hint of mockery.
As his words fell, the Blood Soul's figure flickered, and a flash of Blood Radiance lit up in his hand, thrusting towards Li Qingming.
"Fine, then let me see how one becomes worthy to be your opponent!"
Li Qingming smiled faintly, his jet-black hair flying, resembling a Banished Immortal descending upon the world. His feet gently slid, and with a "buzz," his figure immediately disappeared without a trace.
"Hm?"
The Blood Soul's attack missed, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine, a warning alarm in his heart. Glancing up, although the Void was dead silent, ripples spread in all directions, and patches of Qing-colored clouds squeezed out from the gaps in space, hovering above the Cangqiong, like a colossal demonic box, enveloping the Blood Soul right in the center.
