Luo Wei heard this and said no more. He stepped back several paces, yielding the ground.
The onlookers inside and outside the tea stall also held their breaths, their gazes fixed upon the two men in the clearing.
"Since that's the case, let's see the real deal beneath our hands!"
Before Miao Zhiheng had finished speaking, his right hand had already pressed against the strangely curved saber at his waist.
The blade trembled faintly, letting out a deep hum, as though an evil soul had awakened and was poised to strike.
Xuan Yuan True Qi surged around him, and the buffeting cold wind grew ever more piercing, scraping across faces like knives.
Chen Qing remained calm as he tightened his grip on the Cloud-Coiling Spear in his hand.
The benefits were already in his grasp, and they still wanted him to spit them back out!?
That was absolutely impossible!
Unless a Gang Jin expert from Golden Sand Fort came in person.
A fierce glint flashed through Miao Zhiheng's eyes. He spoke no further, his body pouncing like a beast upon its prey. The curved saber carved out a frigid arc of light, tearing through the air with a shrill howl as it slashed straight for Chen Qing's throat!
The saber wind howled savagely. Before the Qi Force even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already sent Chen Qing's robes whipping wildly around him with loud flaps, as though it would blow away both man and spear together.
"So ferocious!?"
Xu Qi and Zhao Shi, watching from the side, both widened their eyes, their hearts leaping into their throats.
Chen Qing's expression remained tranquil, like an ancient well or a deep pool.
As the saber wind descended, his feet shifted lightly. He executed the Startling Swan Shadow Escape Art, drifting half a