In less than a moment, Duan Hun too was slain by Chen Changqing.
By then, Chen Changqing had already sheathed his sword and secretly sighed.
"Villains really do die from talking too much!"
If Duan Hun and Mie Po had attacked him with all their strength from the very start, they might have given him some trouble.
Yet the two of them had insisted on droning on, giving him the chance to gather momentum and draw his sword.
"I'm not like those idiotic protagonists in some novels, who have an overpowered ultimate skill but refuse to use it."
"They insist on waiting until they're gravely wounded and on the verge of death before using it."
Thinking this, Chen Changqing shook his head. Then his gaze shifted toward Qing Yang not far away.
At that moment, Qing Yang stood frozen like a wooden chicken, his face filled with disbelief.
"Junior... Junior Brother, you...?"
He spoke in a daze. The shock was so immense that he stammered over his words.
Duan Hun and Mie Po were two genuine Core Formation cultivators.
Yet Chen Changqing had merely drawn his sword once against each of them and instantly killed the two Core Formation Demonic Sect cultivators!
The scene was simply too inconceivable. Qing Yang even wondered whether he had seen it wrong.
"Hm?"
Seeing Qing Yang's stunned expression, Chen Changqing said calmly,
"Senior Brother Qing Yang, what's wrong?"
Qing Yang swallowed before finally recovering somewhat and asking tentatively,
"Junior Brother Changqing, what Divine Ability did you use just now?"
"They were two Core Formation demonic cultivators!"
"You only drew your sword once, and you killed them?"
Recalling what had just happened, Qing Yang's scalp tingled.
He knew Chen Changqing's strength could not be judged by his cultivation level.
But wasn't this far too outrageous?