Just then.
A Martial Hall guard suddenly rushed in.
He dropped to one knee before Nie Qingfeng.
His face was filled with terror.
Nie Qingfeng's blue hair fluttered, and a trace of delight flashed deep within his dark green eyes, as fathomless as a sea of stars. He's here.
The prey had taken the bait in the trap he had laid.
"What happened? Why are you so flustered?" The delight in Nie Qingfeng's eyes vanished in a flash, replaced by cold authority.
"Hall Master, Xiao Chen has returned to Black Cloud City!"
"And then?" Before Nie Qingfeng could speak, Qin Chuan asked first, barely able to conceal his delight.
Xiao Chen had returned to the city.
With his younger cousin's strength.
He must already have killed him.
Once Xiao Chen was dead.
Those three goddesses would naturally have a change of heart.
"Then he killed... all the distinguished guests from the Qiankun Dynasty in Black Cloud City!" The guard glanced at Qin Chuan, paused, and spoke.
"What? He killed all my men?" Qin Chuan flew into a rage and smashed the golden table before him with a palm strike. He moved like a specter shattering a sea of night, appearing eerily before the guard. Seizing him by the throat, he lifted him into the air and roared, "Didn't you say he was only in the Grandmaster Realm? How could a mere Grandmaster possibly be a match for my cousin?"
"Young Master, Xiao Chen... he often fights above his realm and has slain countless King... King Realm experts!" The guard's face instantly flushed red beneath the crushing grip, his veins bulging.
"You damned servant! Why didn't you say that sooner?" Qin Ying tightened his right hand. Purple radiance surged, and the guard's neck instantly burst in his grip, spraying a mist