Doubts

Ding-a-ling.

Zhang Chen hovered in the air, took out a Golden Bell with his right hand, and gently shook it. The crisp chimes, mixed with rainwater, penetrated the sand layer below. In no time at all, the tranquil desert beneath them began to churn, its sand swaying like seawater as a large area of Sand Snakes shot out from below.

"Collect!"

Zhang Chen pressed down on the Golden Bell, then drew his sword with his right hand and slashed below.

The Sword Qi was utterly ordinary, without anything special about it.

Yet the Sand Snakes below seemed possessed. One after another, they flew up of their own accord and charged at the Sword Qi. A single ordinary streak of Sword Qi slew more than a hundred Sand Snakes, including quite a few third-tier Sand Snakes at the Core Formation Realm.

Zhang Chen appeared to have long since got used to this sight. He continuously swung his sword while his other hand removed a cloth bag from his waist and opened its mouth toward the ground below.

"Collect!"

A black gale surged up, and a violent wind flowing against the current swept upward from the ground.

Bloody Water across the sky soared into the air, while the Snake Gallbladders of the dead Sand Snakes flew into the cloth bag by themselves like shelled eggs. The entire process flowed like drifting clouds and running water, without the slightest pause.

"These Sand Snakes are raised by the Ancient Sword Sect. When they hatch, an expert of the Ancient Sword Sect brands their souls with Ancient Sword Seals. We only need to activate the seals to kill them."

Zhang Shi was exceptionally skilled at reading expressions and judging the situation.

After that brief contact, he had already formed a guess about Chen Luo's identity.