Today, I'll Sacrifice You, a True Lord, to This Spear

He raised a hand to wipe away the blood and looked at the Netherworld Sect Master.

"Could you spectators say something auspicious for once?"

Several unaffiliated cultivators immediately shut their mouths.

The Netherworld Sect Master gave him no chance to catch his breath.

His figure flickered, and he was already before Chen Changqing.

He clawed downward with five fingers, demonic energy turning into chains at his fingertips and latching straight onto Chen Changqing's shoulder blades.

Chen Changqing raised his sword to block horizontally.

Clang!

The Heavenly Thunder Sword was forced back toward his chest.

The Netherworld Sect Master's other hand struck toward his dantian.

If that palm landed, a whole stretch of his meridians would surely shatter.

Chen Changqing's eyelid twitched.

The strand of Heavenly Lord power inside him trembled faintly.

He did not use it immediately.

A trump card like this could only be used once.

Either to save his life or to kill someone.

He could not waste it blocking a single palm strike.

Chen Changqing abruptly released the Heavenly Thunder Sword and twisted sideways, letting the demonic chains scrape past his shoulder.

They tore away a chunk of flesh.

He drove his knee toward the Netherworld Sect Master's wrist.

Bang!

The Netherworld Sect Master's palm shifted half an inch, its force grazing Chen Changqing's waist and blasting into the ground.

The earth collapsed into a deep crater.

Chen Changqing reached out to seize the Heavenly Thunder Sword again and slashed backhanded at the Netherworld Sect Master's neck.

The Netherworld Sect Master raised an arm to block. His cuff burst apart, revealing a black bracer.

The blade struck the bracer, leaving only a shallow mark.

"A high-grade spirit treasure?"

Chen Changqing raised his eyebrows.

"Pretty wealthy, aren't you?"

The Netherworld Sect Master kicked at him.

Chen Changqing blocked