Not Qualified

That was right.

Chen Xiao.

Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was Chen Xiao.

Zhao Yushan suddenly understood.

He had never expected to encounter Xiao Chen in Hundred Flames City.

Now he was going to strike it rich. Xiao Lingtian was offering a huge reward for Xiao Chen.

If he subdued him and delivered him before Xiao Lingtian, he would reap countless rewards.

High-grade cultivation techniques, rare Spiritual Herbs, famed Spiritual Weapons—everything would be his for the taking.

Most importantly, he could make a grand showing before Xiao Lingtian and leave a good impression.

Once Xiao Lingtian attained the Dao, he too would rise to heaven, and even his chickens and dogs would ascend with him.

Elsewhere.

On the battlefield.

Fu Zhenhai's gaze was sinister as he stared fixedly at Xiao Chen, thunder surging in his eyes.

"My life is right here. If you want it, come take it," Xiao Chen said calmly.

"At death's door, and you still dare talk tough. Fine, I'll send you to your death right now!"

Tens of thousands of black sword gleams surged from Fu Zhenhai's body, coiling through the void like dancing spirit snakes, their sharpness overwhelming.

Xiao Chen frowned. A sword cultivator? He had not expected Fu Zhenhai to be a sword cultivator, one who had traveled very far along the Sword Dao, his Sword Qi incomparably fierce.

That was right.

Fu Zhenhai was a Sword Dao genius who had once swept through a hundred cities.

Among his peers, no one capable of steadily suppressing him in the Sword Dao had yet appeared.

More than half of the reason Huang Yingying viewed him differently was his talent in the Sword Dao.

Black Sword Qi filled the void, sword gleams writhing like spirit snakes in a ceaseless frenzy!

Fu Zhenhai was enveloped in sword radiance,