A sea of blood filled the dome of heaven, covering the sky, and turning everything red. From a distance, it looked like an impending apocalypse. Within that sea of blood was a figure in black, tall and imposing, and pulsing with an arrogant spirit that could conquer mountains and rivers.1

Down in the rainforest, Xu Qing’s aura couldn’t compare at all. The mere pressure he felt caused his head to spin. Every fiber of muscle and flesh quivered with an intense sensation of deadly crisis. At the same time, his heavenly dao was screaming to him that this enemy was strong. Very strong! This was the strongest chosen Xu Qing had ever faced.8

Neither Tuo Shishan nor Fan Shishuang imparted a sensation like this. The former he had defeated. The latter he could probably fight to a draw. But Xu Qing knew without a doubt... that he wasn’t a match for Master Stillwinter.5

Therefore, he backed up, fully unleashed his cultivation base, and sent countless soul threads spreading out to form his fourth-level god state. Then he fled...2