Chapter 385: Disciple
Just as Chen Qing was fully resisting Han Ku's sword river, bloody wind rose again at his side!
How could Mo Xing let this excellent opportunity pass?
Blood light exploded in his eyes. With a fierce shout, his form closed in like a blood-colored ghost. One palm had already turned pitch-black as ink, swelling several times in size. At the palm's center seemed to be a fierce ghost face!
One palm struck out, soundless and traceless.
This palm's power was several times greater than the earlier netherworld blood claw!
Sword river surging ahead, palm force pressing at his side!
At this critical moment, golden light flashed deep in Chen Qing's pupils. The blood and qi and True Origin within his body resonated in an unprecedented manner. A low and heavy turtle cry transmitted.
Divine ability! Dark Turtle Spirit Armor Art!
"Hum!"