As Tang Chen finished speaking, the nine Spirit Rings beneath his feet abruptly swelled.
Tang Chen took the lead, charging straight at Qian Xunji.
With their level ninety-nine peerless ancestor leading the charge, the five elders behind him, who had still been uncertain of their opponent's strength, suddenly felt far more confident.
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao did not hesitate either. The brothers took the left and right flanks, joining the five elders in a fan-shaped encirclement.
Eight Clear Sky Hammers bore down on Qian Xunji.
Yet Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing on the flank, still did not draw his sword.
He stared at Qian Xunji, who stood with his hands behind his back, his knuckles white around his sword.
After his Martial Soul had turned evil, his perception of danger had become even sharper than ordinary people's.
At that moment, his instincts told him that if he drew his sword and approached, defeat was certain!
Chen Xin did not move, but Ning Fengzhi beside him did.
The man who had once been the world's greatest support now wore a look of feverish excitement.
He raised the Seven Fiends Blood-Devouring Pagoda and reached out with his free left hand, making a grabbing motion toward the civilian spectators fleeing dozens of meters away.
"Squelch! Squelch!"
The ten ordinary spectators at the rear did not even have time to scream. Their bodies shriveled instantly as all their blood was forcibly drawn out, turning into ten glaring streams of crimson light that poured into Ning Fengzhi's Seven Fiends Blood-Devouring Pagoda.
After absorbing the blood essence of living people, the Seven Fiends Blood-Devouring Pagoda shot eight thick blood-red halos from its tip, injecting them into Tang Chen and the seven others charging ahead.
With this boost from the blood essence, the eight men's Soul