Chong Ying's venomous fangs had long been poised to strike. As Zhang Chen's figure gradually emerged from the woods, Chong Ying lunged like a hunting spider, aiming for the blind spot of the two men ahead.
"Spider?!"
Of the two cultivators, Guan Xin specialized in the defensive path of wielding a sword against enemies and possessed an exceptionally keen sense for assassination-like methods such as Chong Ying's. Feeling a chill strike from behind, he abruptly swung his broad Benevolent Sword to block, stopping the deadly purple spider leg. However, as he twisted his body to deflect the blow, the tremendous impact threw off his balance and sent him staggering back three meters.
"A powerful Hell Envoy? If this sword of mine hadn't been forged from thousand-year darksteel, that strike would have pierced straight through the Sword Body."
In Guan Xin's eyes, he saw only four black-purple spider legs flash past in an instant, while the body itself was merely a passing afterimage.
"I'll deal with the assassin lurking in the shadows. Senior Brother, you handle that Hell Envoy with the powerful-looking body."
"Mm..."
Qian Feng's reply carried immense pressure. Watching Zhang Chen walk toward him from the forest, every step felt as though it were stomping heavily on his chest, leaving him unable to breathe.
"Is this man really only in his twenties? Even the sword formation my junior brother and I controlled together couldn't harm him in the slightest. If I want to break through this man's defenses with my weapons and methods, he would have to expose every one of his weaknesses."
Qian Feng's Daoist Mind had already begun to waver. The silver longsword in his hand shot straight toward Zhang Chen's brow.
"I'm sorry, but I can only kill you here. I'll safeguard the souls of you