Sun Tong Binds Immortals to Aid Xie Qing, Golden Rope Firmly Suppresses and the Crowd Flees

What kind of sword person? I'm a sword person, damn it!!

Xie Qingmian's face darkened with fury when he heard Zhao Cheng's words.

He had just wanted to retort when he felt an even more vast, irresistible force of heaven and earth surge from Zhao Cheng's halberd, crushing through everything like dry weeds and rotten wood, annihilating all the sharpness of his sword intent.

Before the anger on his face could even fully emerge, it had already turned into horror.

As that immense force of heaven and earth was about to descend, the stench of death completely enveloped him.

He had never imagined that he would lose so quickly, so utterly—that in the span of a single thought, he would be about to die here.

At that moment, Xie Qingmian could no longer spare thought for anything else. While struggling with all his strength to break free from that immense force of heaven and earth, he shouted, "Brother Sun, please save me!!"

At the critical moment.

"I didn't expect I'd have to take action personally."

A short figure suddenly appeared in the arena. With a lift of his hand, a streak of golden light shot forth.

The golden light resembled a swimming dragon, tracing arcs through the air as it rushed straight toward Zhao Cheng. It did not appear particularly fast, yet it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Before Xie Qingmian's words had even finished falling, the golden light had already blocked him from the front and coiled toward Zhao Cheng's halberd.

Wherever the golden light passed, it actually smoothed away all the force of heaven and earth stirred up by Zhao Cheng's True Essence, as though every disturbance had been bound the instant it encountered this rope.

Zhao Cheng paused slightly, his gaze fixed on the incoming