The blood Jiang Tuo had forcibly swallowed back spread through his mouth.
He had never imagined that the gap between himself and Chen Qing had grown so vast.
Eleven Golden Core temperings, the cultivation of a Second-Turn Grandmaster—yet before Chen Qing's single spear strike, he had been utterly vulnerable.
In that taut, deathly silence, two sharp sounds of something tearing through the air suddenly came from beyond the altar, arriving in an instant.
Two figures landed beside Chen Qing, one after the other. They were Ke Tianzong and Shen Qinghong.
The moment Ke Tianzong landed, the Black Iron Heavy Saber was already in his palm. His gaze locked tightly onto Lu Yunsong and the other two as he shouted in a deep voice, "Elders of Taiyi Supreme Sect, are you planning to bully the few with the many?"
Shen Qinghong immediately turned her head and swept her gaze over Chen Qing. Seeing that his aura was steady and he was unharmed, the heart she had been holding in suspense finally eased slightly. "Are you all right? There was quite a commotion here just now. Did something happen?"
Ever since Golden Court had laid its killing trap, and Chen Qing had faced five alone and slain four of them in return, the Six Great Supreme Sects of Yan Kingdom had quietly reached an understanding. Their communication had become several times closer, lest they be picked off one by one again by Golden Court and the Ghost Witch Sect.
Just now, the altar had first erupted with the thunderous crash of stone statues shattering, followed by the fierce collision between the Sword Domain and Spear Domain. Being the closest, the two had rushed over the moment they noticed the disturbance.
Chen Qing gave them a slight nod, his tone calm and unruffled.