Chen Qing closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. The Great Void True Scripture circulated within him, his true essence flowing like a river of stars.
"Tang Qinghe..."
The dossier Nan Zhuoran had sent him flashed through his mind.
It was exceedingly detailed, even containing several accounts of Tang Qinghe's battles in recent years, along with Nan Zhuoran's own analysis.
This man's spear technique emphasized breaking speed with speed and countering ruthlessness with ruthlessness. He excelled most at finding an enemy's openings in the flash of lightning and striking a killing blow.
The dossier mentioned that Tang Qinghe had once fought three late-stage True Origin Realm experts of the Golden Court Eight Tribes alone upon the Northern Border snowfields. All three had been battle-hardened tribal masters. In the end, one escaped, while two died beneath his spear.
What concerned Chen Qing even more was a small line personally written by Nan Zhuoran at the end of the dossier:
"According to secret reports, Tang Qinghe's spear intent may have broken through a year ago, possibly reaching the Six Paths."
Six Paths Spear Intent.
Equal to his own.
"However... I am no longer at Six Paths Spear Intent either."
Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes and gripped the Jingzhe Spear.
Time trickled away.
In the blink of an eye, the three-day deadline arrived.
Early in the morning, the sky had only begun to brighten, and the mountain mist had yet to disperse.
"Senior Brother Chen!"
Huo Qiushui's voice came from outside the door.
Chen Qing pushed the door open and stepped out.
Huo Qiushui stood outside, dressed in a pale blue tight-fitting outfit, her face carrying a trace of nervousness.
"I heard quite a few people came this time."
Lowering her voice, she said, "Elders and True Disciples from the Six Great