It was Di Cang, the foremost Great Lord of the Golden Court's Canglang Tribe!
"Try making a move!"
Di Cang's furious roar exploded like a thunderclap from the nine heavens. The rolling sound waves shook the yellow sand from the ground into wave after wave of sand. The experts from the various factions watching from afar turned deathly pale and frantically retreated hundreds of meters, not daring to even breathe.
A Seventh-Turn Grandmaster!
He was a top expert standing at the pinnacle of martial arts in Northern Cang, a renowned presence on the Grandmaster Ranking. Compared to a Fifth-Turn Grandmaster, the difference was as vast as heaven and mud!
Everyone believed Chen Qing would surely withdraw his hand.
Even though he had previously slain Gu Li and Ye Canglan, two Fifth-Turn Grandmasters, before the absolute strength of a Seventh-Turn Grandmaster, he was ultimately no more than an ant trying to shake a tree.
If he insisted on thrusting his spear, Di Cang's fist force would certainly blast him to pieces first.
Yet Chen Qing turned a deaf ear.
In his pitch-black eyes, there was only Great Lord Feili, nailed to the yellow sand. His killing intent was like frozen ice, without the slightest wavering.
Chen Qing understood as clearly as a mirror that he and the Golden Court had long formed a blood feud. Even if he showed mercy now, the Golden Court would never let the matter rest.
Di Cang had already arrived. Even if he spared Feili, that barbarian would certainly join forces with Di Cang and besiege him the moment he turned around.
What was more, his divine sense had already spread out, and he could clearly sense the auras of Yan Kingdom's experts rapidly rushing over at full speed.
Feili had to die today!
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