Inside the collapsing underground grotto, Li Qingqiu's robes snapped in the wind. He held the Heavenly Rainbow Sword and faced the Ancient God, vast as a mountain, without the slightest fear.
Chu Jing emerged from the blade and stared at the Ancient God, his face filled with terror.
In Chu Jing's sight, the Ancient God was half-hidden in darkness. Just the part of it that showed stood a hundred zhang tall, and the ancient face on its trunk took up a third of its length. In nearly two hundred years of life, Chu Jing had never seen such a wicked thing.
At the thought that, throughout all those years, this creature had been watching him from the shadows whenever he turned the world upside down, laughing as it watched him play childish games with Zhao Zhi, a chill ran through him.
He finally understood just how foolish he had been. Even if he had never met Li Qingqiu, he was doomed to fail.
This world had never belonged to power, nor to martial strength. It belonged to the transcendent power of immortal cultivation.
"To charge alone into the dragon's lair—what courage. Could you be Li Qingqiu, the master of Qingxiao Sect?"
The Ancient God's voice rang out, echoing through the underground grotto like rumbling thunder.
Li Qingqiu?
Hearing that name, Qi Tianquan's heart jolted.
Li Qingqiu's name carried tremendous weight in the world today. Qi Tianquan had already heard of him before the Qi Clan emerged from seclusion.
In the past, Qi Tianquan had looked down on martial artists as if they were mere chickens and dogs. Then Li Qingqiu had killed Zhao Zhi single-handedly and fought his way through the Central Heaven Continent. After that, Qi Tianquan had gained a new understanding of martial artists—and engraved Li Qingqiu's name