The Third Chu Qing killed creatures like First Marquis as easily as an old farmer cutting grass.
With a casual motion, they were gone!
Before they realized it, they did not react in the slightest.
Even more terrifying was this:
In the Third Chu Qing's eyes, no matter what methods they used, he could handle them with ease and suppress them completely.
No, it should be said: he ignored every method.
The last First Marquis had his throat slit by the nail on a slender finger.
The man died. The man was gone.
It was that simple.
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
The Third Chu Qing carried one great spear after another, each bearing a black flag, and returned directly to the battlefield.
On the battlefield, Chu Qing fought savagely, his entire body drenched in blood.
The black-clad Chu Qing who had descended from the Heaven-Connecting Path fought two pairs of old, middle-aged, and young enemies at once, tearing all sides into pieces.
The two First Marquis were in an even more miserable state, their bodies covered in wounds so deep that bone was visible.
One First Marquis had even lost his heart.
The Third Chu Qing said wearily, "I can remain for one more minute. Can you hurry up?"
Chu Qing rolled his eyes.
Hurry up?
Why didn't you, my future self, help?
If you had helped, the two of us would already be sitting there chatting.
He let out a low roar and burned himself to the limit, unleashing all his reserves.
Crack!
Crack!
Wings grew from his body. A giant hand emerged. His frame swelled larger.
Pfft!
Pfft!
He drove two Black Flag Great Spears into his spine.
The spear shafts fused into his spinal bones.
The flags swayed behind his back, like an old general on a mortal