After seeing Chen Changqing assume a sword-drawing stance.
Duanhun and Miepo were both taken aback, followed by their mocking laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"Junior Brother, what is he trying to do?"
"Does he still need to draw his sword with his hand?"
Miepo looked utterly scornful, finding Chen Changqing's actions ridiculous.
After all, whether it was the righteous path or the Demon Sect, cultivators controlled magical artifacts to attack with a thought!
Yet Chen Changqing had abruptly struck a sword-drawing pose.
Duanhun gave a cold, light laugh and said,
"Senior Brother Miepo, perhaps he thinks this makes him look more imposing!"
"Please make your move, Senior Brother, and kill this brat."
Though he said so aloud, Duanhun was full of misgivings.
Earlier, he had exchanged blows with Chen Changqing in Hundred Herbs Valley.
Chen Changqing's Thunder Fist had possessed prison-like might, directly sending him flying back.
It was precisely because he had discovered something strange about Chen Changqing that Duanhun had chosen to retreat for the time being.
Now, seeing Chen Changqing assume such a sword-drawing stance again, Duanhun could not help becoming suspicious.
What kind of trick is this brat playing?
At the same time, Qingyang's pupils suddenly contracted upon seeing Chen Changqing's opening stance.
What is Junior Brother Changqing doing?
He can simply attack with his flying sword. Why does he need to assume a sword-drawing stance?
As he hesitated, Qingyang suddenly thought of something.
During the Outer Sect Grand Competition, Chen Changqing had obtained an opportunity within the Void Realm.
Could it be related to that opportunity?
Such a thought suddenly arose in Qingyang's mind.
"Boom!"
Before Qingyang could react, a vast Sword Intent suddenly burst forth from Chen Changqing.
In less than a moment, the terrifying Sword Intent enveloped this entire stretch of heaven and earth, turning wind