DRIP, DRIP...
Yet, while the surviving Crimson Fang assassins and the S-Level Wind Element Ability User, Amotig, were all so shocked by Chen Fei's fierce move they nearly wet themselves, Chen Fei himself couldn't help but slightly squint. He glanced at the drops of blood slowly dripping from his fist, his eyes flashing with a cold glint.
"As expected of the legendary S-Level Magic. It's certainly powerful," he murmured before cracking a smile, a strong and ruthless look instantly filling his eyes. Suddenly, fine rings of crimson flame began to swirl around his body. His hands swiftly formed a Seal Gesture, and as his hand signs changed, a serpentine current of fire writhed and coiled into existence.
Clearly, these were the techniques of a Cultivator.
