"Chen Ai, y-you... weren't you at the peak of the Heavenly Venerate Realm?"
Under the enormous blow, Yan Xie's voice had begun to tremble.
Today's successive upheavals had truly become too much for his fragile little heart to bear.
"What cultivation I possess—is that something you can possibly see through?"
Chen Ai snorted coldly and quickly approached Chen Xing with the other two. Cupping his fists, he bowed. "Chen Ai greets the Sect Master."
"No need for greetings. Move at once—kill!"
Old Ghost Chen Xing had endured for more than ten days. The fury in his heart had already reached its limit the moment he received the news this morning.
As the order was given, Chen Ai's seventh-tier Saint Star Position aura abruptly surged to its peak.
Yet just as he was about to move, a slightly teasing voice rang out.
"Don't kill them. Leave every last one of them with a breath."
"Leave them with a breath?"
Chen Ai turned back in surprise, only to see Qin Shaofeng's eyes brimming with smiles.
No! Rather than smiles, they were filled with green light.
It was as though he had glimpsed some Taotie feast, filled with urgency and eager anticipation.
"Fine!"
Though Chen Ai did not understand why, he still nodded in agreement.
Sect Master Chen Xing was willing to spend one billion, even tens of billions, to win over Qin Shaofeng.
All Chen Ai had to do was leave some survivors in this battle. To him, that was nothing at all.
The instant he nodded, he charged toward the people Yan Xie had summoned.
His longsword flashed into his hand.
One man, one sword—at that moment, he seemed to become a streak of sword light.
Cold glints flickered.
With the cultivation of the seventh-tier Saint Star Position, he forcefully charged