(In the previous chapter, True Person Mu's cultivation should have been Tribulation Transcendence. That was a mistake and has been corrected.)
He had killed a Holy Son of the Yin Yue Holy Dynasty?
Those words fell lightly, yet weighed more than ten thousand thunderbolts, smashing deep into True Person Mu's soul.
His entire body froze. His mind went blank, as though even his ability to think had been stripped away.
An unbridgeable chasm separated the sect master of a vassal sect from a Holy Son of the Holy Dynasty.
The patron he had clutched at as his last lifeline was, before this man, merely an ant that could be crushed at whim.
Despair—unprecedented despair—devoured his entire mind in an instant.
"You..."
A dry syllable escaped True Person Mu's throat. He still wanted to plead for mercy.
But Chen Changqing had already lost interest in listening.
He slowly raised his hand.
Hum!
A longsword wreathed in purple lightning and crimson flames materialized in his palm.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword!
The moment the mid-grade immortal artifact appeared, a destructive aura swept across the entire battlefield.
The wind and clouds changed color. The blood stench hanging in the air was instantly cleansed, leaving only the heart-stopping power of thunder and fire.
"No—!"
True Person Mu let out a shriek so piercing that his voice broke. The true essence within him erupted wildly, and his black wooden ruler blazed with light, transforming into an enormous black canopy in an attempt to block the attack.
The hundreds of Blackwood Sect cultivators behind him also snapped out of their utter terror. They unleashed their magical artifacts, attacking Chen Changqing with reckless abandon.
Driven by their survival instincts, hundreds of radiant spells intertwined into a dazzling net of death, sweeping toward him from every direction.
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