"What? I became a cultured man?"
Hearing Chen Tian's words, Gu Qingzhou froze, his head full of question marks.
"No, why are you stealing my line?" Gu Qingzhou looked at Chen Tian and asked.
He had always been the one to say that. Now that it had come from Chen Tian's mouth, Gu Qingzhou couldn't help feeling rather strange...
Chen Tian did not respond to Gu Qingzhou. At that moment, he was already locked in a blazing battle with the Holy Son of the Heavenly Mystery Sect.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out one after another. The shockwaves from their battle spread in all directions, reducing the already decayed Scripture Pavilion directly to ruins.
At that moment, Chen Tian held a demonic saber, wild demonic qi raging around him. His entire body radiated vicious intent, giving off a cold, domineering air utterly different from his usual easygoing demeanor.
"Holy crap, Demon Venerable—is this the first phase triggering?" Seeing this, Gu Qingzhou found himself a seat, pulled out a handful of melon seeds, and prepared to enjoy the show.
At the center of the battlefield, demonic qi and spiritual light crashed against one another madly.
At first, Chen Tian had been at a disadvantage. But as time passed, he only grew braver in battle, until he was already evenly matched with the Holy Son of the Heavenly Mystery Sect...
"Who are you? Since when did the Falling Cloud Sect have someone like you?"
After their exchange, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Mystery Sect grew more serious. With a slight raise of his hand, a longsword fell into his grasp.
The longsword shone with dazzling spiritual light, Dao Patterns flowing across its blade. Every swing carried an edge sharp enough to cleave open the void. It was clearly no low-grade spiritual