Zhao Lingxi and Venerable Chen were not worried about Chu Sheng, who had just been sent flying.
He could grow his head back even after it had been chopped off.
Although Huang Jiu was formidable, he could not possibly kill him.
What they were worried about was Xu Liangnian.
He was Xu Longxiao's only son.
Now that half his body had been blasted apart by Chu Sheng, even if he could be saved, he would definitely be crippled.
Xu Longxiao would never let this go...
A streak of light flew out from the ruins of Dragon Pavilion.
Eight Immortal Swords circled through the air, brimming with killing intent.
"Hold it right there!!!"
Venerable Chen hurriedly shouted.
Huang Jiu turned his head and looked coldly at Venerable Chen, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Anyone who dares harm the heir—even Zhao Qiyuan himself won't be able to save him!"
"You misunderstand." Venerable Chen hurriedly waved his hands and said anxiously, "I'm telling you to take your heir and leave this place at once. You're no match for him!"
"I'm no match for him?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Jiu suddenly burst into laughter as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"Heh, it seems I've been away from the Great Sheng Dynasty for too long. No one remembers the name Desolate Nine anymore!"
Before his words had even faded—
Huang Jiu formed hand seals with both hands, chanting under his breath.
The eight Immortal Swords circling around him suddenly blazed with radiant light.
The eight Immortal Swords spun rapidly in the air, forming a massive sword formation.
Countless streams of sword qi shot forth like a raging storm, bombarding Chu Sheng.
For a moment, heaven and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
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