Facing two formidable enemies in the Nine-Aperture God-Forging Realm who swooped within striking distance, Chen Cheng neither dodged nor retreated. He pushed off his stirrups and leaped up to meet them head-on.
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At that sight, the worry in Fang Mufeng's and Gu Fei's eyes almost took tangible form.
Even Chen Cheng himself knew perfectly well that the burly man in the lead possessed extraordinary strength, enough to overpower opponents in the same realm.
If he confronted the man head-on, he would inevitably fall into a disadvantage.
With another powerful enemy advancing alongside the man and three more supporting them from behind, once Chen Cheng lost the upper hand, his chances of survival would be slim.
In an instant, Chen Cheng saw through the situation.
Yet he chose to attempt what he knew should be impossible, charging forward to meet them.
"You have a death wish!"
The burly man roared. His twelve-foot Horse Lance carried the might of a falling meteor, with dozens of streams of qi aura spiraling around it.
Those streams of qi aura finally converged at the Horse Lance's tip, its peerless edge aimed straight at Chen Cheng's brow. In that instant, its power rose even further beyond the previous strike, making it all the more impossible for Chen Cheng to withstand head-on.
At that very moment.
Despair erupted in both Fang Mufeng's and Gu Fei's eyes.
Fang Mufeng's gaze also held bitter regret. Had he known this would happen, he should have done everything he could to protect Chen Cheng—
However.
The instant that regret arose, both his and Gu Fei's expressions changed drastically, as though they had seen a ghost.
Chen Cheng leaped through the air with two fingers pressed together like a sword. His body rose like an ascending dragon, his sword fingers thrusting