Ying Que’s words left Li Miaohong quivering with fury. He was so enraged and embarrassed that he almost wanted to die. 

Throughout all his years of cultivation, he’d never once been humiliated like this. He felt as if his sense of self-respect had been trampled all over!

For a moment, he really did feel the urge to fight with everything he had. However, in the end, he suppressed that impulse.

That palm strike was far too terrifying. It made him realize just how enormous the gap between him and Ying Que was. 

If he weren’t mistaken, Ying Que was an old monster at the very peak of the Spiritual Manifestation Realm. How could he fight someone like that?

As his thoughts raced, Li Miaohong took a deep breath. His face was ashen as he said, “The Qingyi Sect shall settle this score sooner or later!”

Before his voice even finished echoing through the air, he disappeared in a flash.

He was running away!

This scene caught Zhang Yuntao, Wen Xinzhao, and the others completely off guard.

However, Ying Que burst into laughter. “I anticipated that you’d run. How could I have possibly failed to prepare for this?”

He suddenly raised his foot, stepped into the air, and uttered an inscrutable Daoist chant.

It reverberated throughout...