Night shrouded the mountain forest. The steady drone of insects came to an abrupt halt. Cao Qianqiu had not expected the culprit to return to the scene of the crime.
In the night sky, Qin Ming’s hair—half black, half white—matched the old servant’s description perfectly. More importantly, he was using the methods of the Path of Rebirth. Who else, besides someone from this path, would hate Old Cao so fiercely as to ambush him?
“You’ve got some nerve!”
Cao Qianqiu confirmed it now. This was the one who had struck at his Heart Ape, here specifically for him. Fierce winds howled.
The thick clouds churned violently as streaks of thunderfire descended. From the mountain forest below, vast amounts of earth light steamed upward. All of this was caused by Qin Ming swinging his great halberd, stirring the winds, pulling the earth qi.
Heaven above and earth below—both became a spectacle of wonder. The halberd, formed of condensed Heavenly Light, chopped down toward Old Cao. Cao Qianqiu felt as if a mountain were pressing down on him.
He had no choice but to retreat, using secret techniques to blink away repeatedly. With a thunderous boom, a great mountain in the night was cleaved apart and blasted into ruin by that terrifying halberd blade. Cao Qianqiu’s pupils contracted.