Footsteps rang out, thunderously loud.
Terrifying sound waves erupted from the central area, and everyone instinctively slowed their pace.
The Qing Invocation prodigy even cursed aloud, "Could you be quieter? Don't alert Great Lord Qing!"
Everyone...
The Qing Invocation prodigy swallowed and continued onward.
Heavy footsteps rang out again as the hazy gray power of the Exotic Treasure surged madly.
The Qing Invocation prodigy turned his head and saw that the numerous Masked Men were all behind him.
He gritted his teeth and growled, "Watch your steps, understand?"
"How are we supposed to silently kill Great Lord Qing if you stomp around like that?"
One Masked Man said softly, "We haven't moved!"
The Qing Invocation prodigy said, "Huh?"
Another heavy footstep sounded.
The Qing Invocation Taoist stared fixedly at the dense crowd of Masked Men and discovered that none of them had moved an inch.
He lowered his head and looked at his own feet. They had not moved either.
They hadn't moved. I hadn't moved. Then who had moved? Could it be that my heart had moved?
The heavy footsteps sounded again, growing louder and louder as they approached his position. The sound was coming from behind him?
The Qing Invocation Taoist swallowed, then stiffly turned around.
Two more heavy footsteps rang out.
The next moment, two hands suddenly thrust out from the rolling gray mist.
The two hands pushed forcefully to either side, as though prying something apart.
Crack!
The hazy gray power of the Exotic Treasure was torn apart by those two hands, revealing a massive fissure.
Then, the Qing Invocation prodigy saw a young man step out from within, his long hair drifting in the air and his magnificent robes immaculate.
Gulp. Chu Qing!
It was fucking Chu Qing!
Not only had he survived the bombardment