Swoosh!
A streak of blood light darted across the sky, incredibly fast.
Below him was verdant Qing Mountain, stretching far and wide.
Suddenly, the speed of the blood light abruptly dropped, his gaze falling upon a massive mountain ahead.
Only to hear a thunderous sound as the mountain suddenly split in half, and a robust man with horns on his head walked out, looking up to meet the gaze of the blood light man.
"Daoist Xue Jiu, long time no see."
Daoist Xue Jiu snorted, "Han Shanque, you're still so irritable; this mountain hasn't offended you."
"The mountain hasn't offended me, but you've angered me." Han Shanque's eyes shone fiercely as he stared at Daoist Xue Jiu, "You ambushed and devoured my flesh when I had not yet attained the Dao; I haven't forgotten this grudge."
Before the words had fallen, he clapped his stout arms together, and two enormous palms appeared in the void, slapping towards Daoist Xue Jiu.
