Farewell

Just as Chen Mobai was pondering his odds of victory if he crossed hands with Ye Qing, the latter had already put away the Demonic Cultivator's corpse along with the storage bag.

Then, with a sweep of his sword fingers, the flying sword shot like a startled rainbow and fell into the sword sheath on his back.

"Has Sect Master Chen cultivated any Body Tempering Technique?"

After Ye Qing flew over, he asked Chen Mobai a question.

"My sect's Longevity Dao Body. I've cultivated it to Third Tier Peak, so it's passable."

Although Chen Mobai found it a little strange that Ye Qing would ask this, he still answered very modestly.

"That's good. Sect Master Chen, please hold my hand. In a moment, I'll use Human Sword Unity and take you away."

Ye Qing's words left Chen Mobai puzzled, but very soon his expression changed, and he looked up toward the northern sky.

Croak! Croak! Croak! A massive frog cry that shook the void came rolling over, carrying a terrifyingly deep and heavy Yao Qi. It turned the sky into a gray, murky bank of dark clouds, as if a pitch-black firmament were following some incomparably powerful Yao king as it charged this way.

Fourth Grade!

It was absolutely a Fourth Grade Demon Beast, perhaps even a powerful Yao Beast above that!

With one look through Chen Mobai's Spiritual Eye Art, this thought surfaced in his mind.

This should be the overlord of these Desolate Ruins, the same as the Fourth Grade Poison Dragon of Cloud Dream Marsh before, possessing absolute authority over this region.

An existence like this, even if Zhou Shengqing came, he would probably only be able to flee.

"Sect Master Chen, I'll take you out of here first."

At this moment, Ye Qing extended his right