The Sect Master Descends

The Tribulation Transcendence Demon Cultivator on the right was indeed fast.

He circled behind Chen Changqing, a black nail appearing in his palm. Its body was etched with patterns of resentful souls as it stabbed straight for the back of Chen Changqing's head.

"Got him!"

The thought had barely arisen in the Demon Cultivator's heart when the sound of a zither suddenly rang out beside his ears.

It was not loud.

Yet in that instant, it felt as though someone had taken a hammer to his soul.

His movement slowed by half a beat.

Half a beat was enough.

Chen Changqing did not turn around. He simply thrust the Heavenly Thunder Sword backward.

Pfft!

The sword tip pierced out through the Tribulation Transcendence Demon Cultivator's chest.

Lightning exploded through his meridians.

The man looked down at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his entire body frozen stiff.

"You... how..."

Chen Changqing drew his sword, turned, and followed with a kick, sending him flying toward the Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear's incarnation.

The spear swept across.

The Tribulation Transcendence Demon Cultivator's Primordial Spirit had only just left his body when the spear radiance tore it apart.

[ Ding. ]

[ Congratulations, Host, for killing a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator. You have obtained 180,000 AFK points. ]

Chen Changqing flicked the blood from his sword.

"I told you. Get in line."

The Tribulation Transcendence Demon Cultivator in the middle had originally intended to charge forward, but at this sight, he stopped dead.

He no longer wanted to fight.

This was not an encirclement at all.

The three of them had burned their blood essence and charged in, only for two to die in a single exchange.

With only him left, charging forward would be no different from going up to fill the vacant