Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

When the two gazes met, a series of popping sounds rang out. It was as though fire had encountered water and both disappeared entirely.

Chen Feng shut his eyes. He could feel a cold pair of wicked pupils appearing within his sea of wisdom, staring at him. A chilling sensation suddenly rose up within him.

Boom!

His Lifebound Flame promptly burned to utterly drive away and dispel the pair of pupils.

What kind of eye technique is the other fellow practicing? It is so wicked! Chen Feng was shocked.

Within a layer of clouds 250 kilometres away was a massive golden eagle, hovering in the sky. There were three cultivators in cyan-coloured armour standing on the golden eagle. One of them was none other than Qing Zhifeng, from Soul Tempering Sect. Suddenly, a stern-looking youngster who was standing beside Qing Zhifeng closed his eyes.

“Senior brother, what happened?” Qing Zhifeng asked curiously.

The stern-looking youngster opened his eyes, and his pair of eyes, dark-cyan in colour, flashed. As a result, the clump of clouds before him disappeared, seemingly burned away by raging fire.

“It’s nothing.” The stern-looking youngster replied in a hushed tone, his face calm. It was as though nothing had happened earlier.

Someone actually cultivated the Magic Eyes of Darkness. I wonder who that is. Could it be from Abyssal Grotto or Nocturnal Mansion? The stern-looking youngster wondered.

“Brother Chen, are you all right?” Chen Feng had closed his eyes all of a sudden and black light shone out from the slits of his eyes. Seeing that, everyone knew that something must have happened.

“I bumped into an expert. That person has also cultivated...