The Heavenly Monarch Descends! The White-clothed Spear King

When they looked again, Chen Changqing was already half-kneeling on the ground once more, his aura utterly wan and feeble.

"I can't hold on..."

Chen Changqing gritted his teeth, a surge of helplessness rising within him.

He might have been strong, but his opponents were two True Lord-level powerhouses. Lasting until now was already a miracle.

After all, his cultivation was only at the early Tribulation Crossing stage.

At this moment, the many cultivators watching from the outskirts of the plaza were incomparably shocked by the sight.

"This?"

"I... I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"That kid actually isn't dead?"

"He actually blocked the full-force strike of two True Lord powerhouses!"

"Just what is this kid's background?"

"That's all there is to it. His clone has already collapsed, and his true body has suffered grievous wounds. He has no strength left to fight."

"In the end, he still cannot escape death!"

"..."

The cultivators sighed with emotion.

Moreover, when they saw the three Immortal Artifacts scattered beside Chen Changqing, many cultivators' eyes burned with desire.

Though they coveted them, no one dared step forward to seize them.

Chen Changqing might no longer have any fighting strength, but True Lord Condemnation and True Lord Mountainrend were still there.

"Five Immortal Artifacts!"

"They'll all fall into the hands of True Lord Condemnation and True Lord Mountainrend!"

"..."

At the same time, seeing that Chen Changqing was at the end of his tether, Mountainrend and Condemnation both revealed smug smiles.

After a brief pause, the two exchanged a glance, each seeing the resolve in the other's eyes.

"Kid, die!"

Then True Lord Mountainrend roared, the Mountain Cleaving Sword in his hand slashing fiercely down at Chen Changqing.

"It's over!"

True Lord Condemnation said coldly. The Judgment Sword in his hand was no slower;