Chen Yuan's old face felt a little hot.
His Gatekeeping Disciple seemed... indeed a bit too good at fighting.
Ever since Chen Changqing had joined Shushan, whether descending the mountain for training or participating in all kinds of Grand Tournaments, his style had been defined by one thing: simple and brutal—wherever he went, he killed.
Yet every person he killed was someone you could find no fault with.
They were all either people who had provoked him first or wicked Outer Dao fiends guilty of countless evils.
Ah... Chen Yuan sighed softly to himself.
Forget it, forget it.
Young people being a little hot-blooded was perfectly normal.
Besides, cultivators fought against Heaven, against Earth, and against others in their cultivation. They were walking a path that defied the heavens.
Those who were soft-hearted and hesitant would not survive long in this cruel world of cultivation.
His disciple was very good.
At that thought, the heat in Chen Yuan's cheeks gradually faded.
He even had the leisure to lift his teacup and take a gentle sip, his gaze sweeping over the restless warships in the distance as calm filled his heart.
Land of the Heavenly Void, within that expanse of space that had just witnessed a bloody massacre.
Chen Changqing rose from the stone pillar and stretched lazily, his bones crackling sharply throughout his body.
He looked at the corpses floating through the void, a harvest-like smile appearing on his face.
"Time to clean up the battlefield and collect the rent."
His figure flickered, and he appeared beside the corpse of a Half-step True Lord.
That man had been hiding in the shadows earlier before Chen Changqing had blasted him to death with a single punch.
With a casual gesture, Chen Changqing summoned a storage ring into his hand. His