Whoosh!
The battle saber in Old Ghost Chen Xing's hand seemed to have no intention of stopping.
Yet the ancestor everyone had been shouting for showed no sign of appearing. It was as though Zi Chongming's life or death had never entered his eyes.
Or perhaps that ancestor did not exist at all.
No sooner said than done.
Just as the blade in Old Ghost Chen Xing's hand was about to fall upon Zi Chongming's head, it abruptly stopped.
The wind suddenly whistled past.
Everyone present possessed considerable cultivation.
At the very least, the Saint Star Position experts standing at the forefront of both sides could clearly see the blade Qi slash down along Zi Chongming's body.
It was clear that the blade in his hand had forcibly stopped several meters above Zi Chongming's head.
Even so, the blade Qi raised by that strike shattered the protective Gang Qi around Zi Chongming's body amid a series of creaking cracks.
Blood slowly seeped from Zi Chongming's pores.
Terror immediately surfaced in Zi Chongming's mind, and once it appeared, he could no longer suppress it.
Fear—how could he not be afraid?
Ever since his cultivation had reached Three Steps Celestial, he had nearly been unable to find an opponent.
Back then, Zi Long and Ziyun Shu had both still been slowly awakening.
Nor could the ancestor who had come from beyond the heavens possibly fight him.
The sudden descent of a life-and-death crisis made his legs tremble faintly.
Had he not experienced it himself, he would never have believed that someone whose cultivation seemed comparable to his own could kill him in a single move.
No matter how intense his fear was.
"I already said that although your cultivation is not weak, you lack far too much battle experience. Without sufficient experience