"No matter how strong you are, you're still only at Tribulation Transcendence!"
Chen Changqing raised his head.
"A Half-step True Lord should be worth quite a lot, right?"
The Half-step True Lord froze.
Before he could react, the Mountain River Heaven-Suppressing Seal avatar had already materialized behind Chen Changqing.
The ancient seal rose into the air.
The entire valley sank beneath its weight.
The Netherworld Sect disciples powering the formation all coughed up blood, and the netherworld banners shook even more violently.
Chen Changqing pressed the Heavenly Thunder Sword forward.
Lightning surged back up along the white-bone spear.
The Half-step True Lord's expression changed sharply, and he tried to pull his spear back and retreat.
The Haotian Hammer was already crashing in from the side.
Bang!
The white-bone spear bent.
The impact left the Half-step True Lord's arm numb.
The Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear avatar followed close behind, its tip slicing across his shoulder armor and tearing away a great chunk of flesh.
He roared, forcibly erupting the demonic energy within him to drive all three avatars back.
But Chen Changqing was already before him.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword slashed diagonally.
The protective demonic light in front of the Half-step True Lord shattered into black specks.
He staggered back several yards, a sword wound opening across his chest.
Lightning rampaged through the wound, leaving half his body stiff.
"You..."
Chen Changqing gave him no chance to continue.
The notes of the Immortal Burial Qin entered his ears.
The Half-step True Lord's primordial spirit wavered.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword fell a second time.
Squelch!
Lightning pierced his chest.
The Half-step True Lord's body froze in midair, and the white-bone spear slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
``` [Ding.]
[Congratulations, host. You have slain a Half-step True Lord and