"Zi Chongming, stop!"
Ziyun Shu's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
He had rushed over so quickly because he had clearly seen that Zi Chongming could not possibly be Old Ghost Chen Xing's opponent.
His plan had originally been very sound.
As long as he acted before Old Ghost Chen Xing's attack landed and blocked it, he could declare Old Ghost Chen Xing the victor.
Although the Carefree Gate's defeat would leave him disgraced as well,
it was still better than watching Zi Chongming die, wasn't it?
His plan had been excellent, and his preparations thorough, yet he had never expected that Zi Chongming would still strike with all his strength despite knowing he had no chance of winning.
"I represent the Carefree Gate. I may be defeated, but I cannot lack even the courage to strike!" Zi Chongming roared in a low voice.
Even now, he still could not determine which figure was Old Ghost Chen Xing's true body.
But he was no fool.
Since he could not find the enemy's true whereabouts, he only needed to attack in every direction and force him out.
"Carefree Sword Art! Myriad Swords Returning to Origin!"
Zi Chongming had never intended to let Ziyun Shu help him.
As he slashed down with his full-strength sword strike, his resounding cry echoed through the air.
His combat strength was inferior to Old Ghost Chen Xing's, and so was his battle experience.
But he was, after all, the master of the Carefree Gate's hidden branch.
In terms of intellect, ordinary disciples could not compare with him.
Under the effect of the near God-grade Martial Skill, the Carefree Sword Art, his full-force downward slash suddenly caused the Sword Qi—previously filled with berserk energy, as though it would smash even a mountain before it—to abruptly