Killing a True Lord as Easily as Drinking Water

The Heavenly Thunder Sword struck first.

Lightning tore across the courtyard, heading straight for Old Wang's throat.

Old Wang swung his short saber across, forcibly blocking the strike.

But the Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear was already thrusting in from the side.

Before its tip landed, a long fissure split the ground.

Old Wang roared, and the phantom of a black coffin appeared behind him.

The spear struck the black coffin, driving a dent into its phantom form.

"You've got some skill."

Chen Changqing crooked a finger.

The first avatar charged in with the phantom of an Immortal Artifact spear, bearing down from above.

The second avatar's sword phantom circled behind Old Wang and stabbed straight at his heart.

Old Wang's expression changed.

He finally realized that these two avatars were not just for show.

Each could draw on the original body's combat strength.

Even with Chen Changqing's injuries unhealed, the two avatars together could crush a Half-step True Lord until he could barely breathe.

"Break!"

Old Wang gripped his saber with both hands and hacked down at the ground.

The black coffin phantom exploded.

Hundreds of black coffin nails flew out, shooting in every direction.

A Sun Family cultivator failed to dodge in time. A coffin nail pierced his chest, and his entire body rapidly shriveled.

The terrified guests scrambled and crawled toward the exit.

"Stay away!"

"Help!"

"The Sun Family is finished!"

Chen Changqing frowned.

To escape, this old bastard was killing everyone else in the courtyard too.

He raised a hand and pressed down.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword transformed into a net of lightning, intercepting every coffin nail flying toward Li Yuanyuan.

Li Yuanyuan hid behind the coffin, clutching her pellet drum. Her face was pale, but she did not run around blindly.

Chen Changqing glanced at her.