This sudden turn of events brought all the other battles to a halt. Everyone looked toward the Stele Sacrifice Ceremony monument that had fallen underground, and at Chen Mo and Zhao Huayuan.
"My stele!"
Lin Chong's eyes bulged with fury as he shouted and tried to shake off Xie Zhen's entanglement. Xie Zhen gave him no such chance, and the two continued to grapple.
Xie Jinyou and Liao Tian also looked toward the spot where the stele had sunk. A huge hole, dozens of feet wide, had appeared in the ground, its depths shrouded in darkness.
Concern showed in Xie Jinyou's eyes, while Liao Tian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, a figure swept in through the main entrance. It was Shen Qi, who had already taken out the remaining strongholds of Black Tiger Hall. Only this battlefield remained.
He swept his gaze around and saw Xie Zhen on the back foot. With a flicker of movement, he darted between the two men and drew the long sword from his back.
The sword gleamed coldly, reflecting a blinding, icy light.
"I'll take it from here."
He spoke just one quiet sentence, then shot forward and slashed at Lin Chong.
As the County Magistrate of Anyang County, Lin Chong had naturally heard of Shen Qi's reputation. He had even been fortunate enough to see him in person once.
Now, seeing Shen Qi strike, Lin Chong's expression changed. He hurriedly summoned all his strength to meet the attack.
As the battle raged here, Xie Zhen broke away and hurried toward the hole where the stele had fallen. Reaching its edge, he peered down and saw only profound darkness, not a trace of light.
"Chen Mo!"
He called out in a low voice. After waiting several breaths, all he heard was