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.0

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…0

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...0