Changle Street stretched for several li. At its far end stood an inner-city wall five zhang high. Xuan Gong stood atop the wall, gazing from afar at Li Qingqiu's figure, his eyes beneath the mask filled with complicated emotions.
"Li Qingqiu, just who are you? Is your martial prowess really nothing more than martial prowess...?"
Whenever Xuan Gong thought of the methods Master Jiang had displayed yesterday, a powerful sense of defeat surged through him.
Nearly two hundred years of accumulation had lost to another person's decades of fortune. Though this was not the first time, it still struck him hard every time.
He knew he could not stop Li Qingqiu, nor would he fight to the death for Zhao Zhi. In fact, he was practically hoping Zhao Zhi would die.
It was just that he disliked the way things were unfolding. It was all because Zhao Zhi was too foolish, losing his reason for the sake of the Elixir of Immortality.
Xuan Gong gave Li Qingqiu one long, deep look, then turned and leaped down from the wall.
Li Qingqiu raised his eyes toward the distance. After only one glance, he continued killing his way forward. His footsteps began to quicken, and the sword in his hand moved faster and faster.
Sword light continued to blaze across Changle Street. More and more Divine Martial Soldiers fell, while the Forbidden Martial Guards followed Li Qingqiu's movements along the eaves on both sides of the street, never daring to come down.
The Divine Martial Soldiers were monsters who knew nothing but battle. They felt no pain, but the Forbidden Martial Guards were different. Even after taking the Martial God Pill and Yin Ghost Pill, they had retained their human will.
As humans, it was inevitable that they would feel fear when