Jiangg Ke tapped his toes on the top of the wall and shot forward like an arrow loosed from its string, soaring almost a hundred feet.
In just a few flickers, he had covered a hundred meters.
His Body Technique was not only fast and far-reaching, but also utterly silent, as if a gentle breeze were carrying him forward.
Legend told of immortals who could tread upon clouds, traveling a mile or two in the blink of an eye. While Jiangg Ke's Body Technique couldn't compare, it wasn't far behind.
Even a master at the Great Perfection of Qi Circulation would have been awestruck, marveling at the sight as if he were a celestial being.
But now, he was in a wretched state, looking as if he had just survived an exceedingly dangerous battle and had yet to escape to safety. His white hair was a mess, and his face was covered in wrinkles like a man in his dotage, completely devoid of his former immortal air.
SPLURT!
His body faltered as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
