Chapter 1069: Wenhu (II)
The halberd swelled before Wenhu’s eyes like a falling star, and cold sweat drenched him. Though he believed Li Zhouwei could not kill him, that did not mean he could withstand two preemptive strikes from this White Qilin. He quickly slapped his hands together, summoning a surge of pure qi.
When the pure qi faded, Wenhu's figure reappeared more than thirty meters away. His wound was sealed, though his mana continued to ebb and falter. Inwardly, he gave thanks, Fortunately, Bright Yang is a majestic Dao, and its power diminishes somewhat when used to launch a sneak attack with heavenly light... Otherwise that strike would have finished me...
The halberd thrust once more toward his chest. Wenhu dared not curse, but hastily activated his white jade dharma artifact, unleashing talismans to shield himself. A youth appeared before him, eyes glowing a dusky gold and smiling as he said, "You are clever indeed!"
Clang!
The halberd lashed against the dharma artifact, shattering the glow of the talismans. The white jade dharma artifact groaned under the impact. The dharma artifact was something Wenhu had purchased after True Monarch Shangyuan's ascension, and now it proved its worth. He used the moment to exhale a stream of black qi.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a violent gale swept through the forest, thick with black qi. Rain was already falling, but now it reflected his Immortal Foundation, the Hurricane Ghost Yin, making its power all the more dreadful. Frost quietly spread in every direction. Yet Wenhu felt no certainty in his heart.
There was no other reason. The Li Family possessed a Bright Yang cultivator who had attained the Purple Mansion Realm.
As expected, Li Zhouwei merely drew a small banner from his sleeve and tossed it lightly into the air. The wind stilled and the rain ceased. Flames of five shades—brown, pale yellow, goose-yellow, bright red, and vermilion—leaped skyward, filling the area with blazing light as the Yin qi dissolved.
Wenhu felt helpless, though at least he had earned a moment to breathe. His two subordinates quickly regrouped. One of them, Wang He, carried a feather fan. A trusted aide of Wenhu's, Wang He still wore a look of dread.