AFK Points Kept Rolling In

Five hundred thousand.

Chen Changqing nearly failed to contain the heat in his eyes.

A Heavenly Lord was a Heavenly Lord.

One was worth several True Lords.

Behind him, Rujie sucked in a cold breath.

"Amitabha. I saw it just now. When Holy Son Chen killed that Heavenly Lord, his hand was steadier than mine when I pick up a steamed bun."

Si Youyou said, "You aren't steady when you pick up buns. You snatch them."

"That just means karmic fate reached me first."

On the other side, the middle-aged man with the broken blade struggled half an inch free and roared, "Bai Wuya! Does Shushan mean to make a mortal enemy of Red Blade Valley?"

Bai Wuya said, "Inside the Heavenly Palace, everyone relies on their own abilities."

He had said that before.

Now, the same words carried an entirely different flavor.

The middle-aged man was so furious that the wound on his chest split open.

"Shameless!"

Rujie could not listen anymore.

"Benefactor, you weren't so refined when you tried to seize the Undying Medicine. Now that it's your turn, you start preaching propriety and honor. Are Red Blade Valley's rules written on the backs of your blades, where you can only read them after turning them over?"

The retort choked the middle-aged man, throwing his spiritual power into disarray.

Bai Wuya's spear intent pressed down.

Chen Changqing had already arrived.

The Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear avatar stabbed in from the side and knocked the broken blade aside. A note from the Immortal Burial Qin rang out, jolting the middle-aged man's soul.

He was a Heavenly Lord, after all. Even gravely wounded, he could still strike back.

The broken blade wheeled around, its light slashing toward Chen Changqing's neck.

Bai Wuya flicked his spear tip.

The blade light shattered.