"I, Chu Qing, came here to kill!"
A dozen or so withered men and women erupted with Heaven-reaching killing intent.
But the withered woman at their head did not move a muscle.
Chu Qing smiled. "Don't worry, though. I'm not here to kill you."
The crowd's killing intent dissipated.
"You're too weak!"
Towering killing intent soared into the sky once more.
What did he mean, they were too weak?
Being able to hold on here for several years was already impressive enough.
And he still called them weak?
He truly... had a death wish!
They wanted to attack.
Then—
The woman at their head suddenly said, "If he's from Great Qian and this young, then he must be a Heaven-Reaching Expert!"
The instant she said that, the killing intent vanished.
The withered men and women chuckled. "Hello, Mr. Chu!"
Chu Qing... nodded.
The leading withered woman asked seriously, "Friend, who did you come here to kill?"
Chu Qing smiled. "The Martial Academy of the Great Gan Empire has turned the Crimson Yellow Path into an assessment mission!"
"Since you're still alive, that proves a team will be coming to clear you out before long!"
The withered men and women sneered. "One Heaven-Reaching Expert? We're not afraid!"
Chu Qing shook his head. "Not one. At least a dozen."
"Oh, and several hundred Third Limit experts."
The withered men and women immediately frowned.
They were not afraid of several hundred Third Limit martial artists.
Nor were they afraid of one or two Heaven-Reaching Experts.
But if a dozen or more Heaven-Reaching Experts appeared together—they could not stop them. They simply could not stop them.
In unison, they looked toward the woman in the middle.
The withered woman grabbed a lock of dry hair hanging beside her ear and fell into thought.
Chu