Shen Qinghong was greatly astonished when she saw Chen Qing.
She was not surprised that Chen Qing had arrived, but shocked by the strength he had displayed in that spear strike just now.
Even if he had seized the initiative with a surprise attack, heavily wounding Wu Guoluo, a Fourth-Turn Grandmaster, with a single strike was already far beyond what she knew of Chen Qing.
That spear intent was condensed and domineering. Even from thirty feet away, she could feel the terrifying power contained within its tip.
The turbulent waves in Shen Qinghong's heart took a long while to settle. The heart that had risen to her throat unexpectedly eased somewhat.
Behind the surrounding ruined walls and decayed walls, the various experts who had been watching from the sidelines completely erupted into an uproar.
"Chen Qing!? Why is he here?"
"He's gone mad! The Golden Court Eight Tribes have been digging three feet into the ground looking for him, yet he actually dared to show himself?"
"Did you see that spear strike just now? He pierced Fourth-Turn Wu Guoluo clean through with one strike?"
"Heavily wounding a Fourth-Turn Grandmaster with one strike—this kid is simply a monster! No wonder he could kill Xuan Chi and Ying Li!"
"Great Lord Guli has laid down a Heavenly Net and Earthly Web. Showing himself now is the same as walking into the trap. He's afraid he's in for it!"
"Now this will be a good show. The Ghost Witch Sect wants to kill Shen Qinghong, while the Golden Court wants to kill Chen Qing. Neither of them will likely leave here alive today!"
The discussions spread like a tide, rising and falling amid the yellow sand that filled the sky.
Wu Guoluo took out a life-saving pill he had treasured away and swallowed