While the Incense and Fire Path prodigy was speaking, Chu Qing waited for the Emperor Seat to recover.
Just as the Incense and Fire Path prodigy called for the gods, Chu Qing hefted the Emperor Seat, weighing dozens of tons, and viciously smashed it at him.
"Gods my ass!"
The Emperor Seat, weighing dozens of tons, struck the Incense and Fire Path prodigy. His body twisted, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood.
Yet he did not die.
Instead, he glared viciously at Chu Qing. "You will all be buried with me!"
"Gods..."
The Emperor Seat swung over again, smashing into the prodigy's head.
Crack!
The prodigy's head exploded.
Yet, in the next second, the shattered flesh transformed into incense smoke and shot straight into the sky.
The headless corpse also turned into incense smoke. Part of it soared skyward, while the rest coiled around Chu Qing.
Chu Qing felt his scalp prickle.
He grabbed the Emperor Seat and sprinted madly toward the depths of the desert.
There was something wrong with this incense smoke.
He moved at incredible speed, accelerating to more than twenty times the speed of sound in the blink of an eye.
Yet the incense smoke followed him like poison that gnawed at the bone.
Gods come!
Gods come!
Gods come!
The Incense and Fire Path prodigy was dead.
But his voice continued to echo within the incense smoke.
After running for barely three to five seconds, Chu Qing felt a Great Terror sweep toward him.
That Great Terror sealed and suppressed him.
Chu Qing threw the Emperor Seat onto the ground and leaped onto it.
Crack!
Crack!
The Emperor Seat seemed to be a living creature, sensing the danger.
The many cracks across it healed frantically.
Chu Qing looked up and saw a black cloud