Murong Yuanyang and Jiang Longxuan both stared intently at the scene, urgency in their eyes.
The former's urgency held worry and unease, with excitement buried beneath them.
The latter's urgency was more a mixture of fear and anger.
Because he knew what it would mean if Murong Qingxian succeeded.
Jiang Longshan would die.
With Jiang Longzhan already dead, losing Jiang Longshan too would pile snow onto the frost for their Jiang Clan.
This was absolutely not what they wanted to see. Absolutely not.
But the situation before them seemed to have slipped beyond their control.
At that moment, the entire venue also fell deathly silent.
Without realizing it, they had risen to their feet, their gazes fixed on the scene.
None of them wanted to miss a single moment.
As the one at the center of it all, Murong Qingxian first took a deep breath, then pressed a finger toward the city wall.
Here it comes.
Watching this, everyone involuntarily held their breath.
Bang!!!
At that strike, a terrifying surge of force momentum erupted from the wall, seeking to destroy the power of his approaching finger in one blow.
I knew this would happen.
The corners of Murong Qingxian's mouth curled slightly.
The Name-Leaving Method Chen Wen had passed on to him had specifically pointed this out.
He had long since prepared for it.
A dusky blue-green light shot from his fingertip, and a single thrust pierced the weak point of that force momentum.
Bang!!!
That single strike shattered the erupting force momentum, and his finger pierced through space itself.
Land!!!
Murong Qingxian gave a low cry inwardly, then drove his finger hard against the city wall.
Power sank into the wall, and a tiny indentation expanded until it left a clear mark.
Did... did he succeed???
*Is that... second