Chen Qing saw this scene, and a cold light abruptly flashed in his eyes.
This Golden Feather Eagle had been fed and cared for by his own hands ever since it hatched.
Now it had been seriously injured for no reason at all. How could he possibly stand by and watch?
Without the slightest hesitation, he swept forward like a ghost. At the same time, the Formless Art raced through his body, simulating the circulation route of the Circulating Stars Primordial Energy Art. A stream of true gang tinged with specks of starlight burst from his body—it was imitation Star Primordial Gang.
"Who goes?!"
The two sensed a fierce wind rushing at them from behind and were both startled. They hurriedly turned to meet it.
Chen Qing struck in fury, moving with incredible speed. His fist shot forth like a meteor tearing through the sky, heading straight for the Zhao Clan Disciple's face.
The Zhao Clan Disciple hastily raised his sword to block, only to feel a wild, unmatched surge of gang qi crashing down with the fist!
Crack!
The longsword snapped in response!
The fist did not slow in the slightest. It instantly blasted through his protective true gang and landed squarely on his chest!
The Zhao Clan Disciple's eyes bulged wide. His breastbone shattered completely, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut. By the time he hit the ground, his aura had vanished!
"Zhao!"
The Qian Clan Man's face drained of color in horror. In a single move, Zhao Wei, a Gang Strength Early-stage cultivator, had already been killed!
His heart shook violently. What terrifying fist force! What tyrannical true gang!
Shocked and enraged, he hurriedly retreated half a step and shouted sternly, "Who are you, Your Excellency? We are retainers of the Wang