Using the aura of his words to stir the power of the World Law, he forged an irresistible seal that suppressed every fleeing Cave True Law Domain Realm cultivator within a few breaths.
One cultivator after another fell to the ground, their auras reduced to those of ordinary mortals.
Zhang Qingyuan did not kill them either.
He would not take the provocations of a few ants to heart.
This was the Qingtian Sect Gate.
The people of the Qingtian Sect could decide matters here themselves.
"Thank you, Senior, for coming to our aid. Tianxing is deeply grateful. Old Ancestor is in grave danger now. Could I trouble you once more to help him?"
Disregarding his own injuries, Chen Tianxing hurriedly clasped his hands toward Zhang Qingyuan in thanks. At the same time, he was extremely worried about Dao Venerable Kong Sheng's battle in the sky, and his voice carried an urgent plea.
"Rest assured. Senior Kong Sheng once guided Zhang, and I will naturally help him. You should stabilize the situation at the Sect Gate first."
With a nod and those words left behind, Zhang Qingyuan took one step forward, and his figure vanished into the Void ahead.
Chen Tianxing, watching from behind,
let out a long breath as well.
As the breath in his chest escaped, it was as though all strength had been sucked out of him in an instant. He nearly collapsed, while waves of searing pain surged from the savage wounds across his chest.
Yet after taking several deep breaths, he finally forced himself upright and began directing the surviving Qingtian Sect cultivators to clean up the battlefield.
Faced with the great calamity of sect extermination, Chen Tianxing—who had cultivated within the Sect Gate since childhood in order to preserve its embers, rarely venturing outside and