In less than a moment, Duanhun was also slain by Chen Changqing.
By then, Chen Changqing had already sheathed his sword and secretly sighed.
"Villains always die because they talk too much!"
If Duanhun and Miepo had attacked him with their full strength from the start, things might have been somewhat troublesome.
Yet the two of them had insisted on rambling endlessly, giving him the chance to gather momentum and draw his sword.
"I'm not like those idiotic protagonists in certain novels, who have some overpowered ultimate move but refuse to use it."
"They always have to wait until they're grievously wounded and on the brink of death before unleashing it."
Thinking this, Chen Changqing shook his head. Then his gaze shifted toward Qingyang not far away.
Qingyang stood there like a wooden chicken, his face filled with disbelief.
"Junior... Junior Brother, you..."
He spoke in a stunned daze. He was so shocked that he stammered over his words.
One had to know that Duanhun and Miepo were two genuine Core Formation cultivators.
Yet Chen Changqing had drawn his sword once for each of them and instantly killed both Core Formation Demon Sect cultivators!
Such a scene was simply too inconceivable. Qingyang even wondered whether he had seen it wrong.
"Hm?"
Seeing Qingyang's stunned expression, Chen Changqing said calmly,
"Senior Brother Qingyang, what's wrong?"
Qingyang swallowed before finally recovering somewhat. He asked tentatively,
"Junior Brother Changqing, what divine ability did you use just now?"
"They were two Core Formation demonic cultivators!"
"You merely drew your sword once, and you killed them?"
Remembering what had happened moments ago made Qingyang's scalp go numb.
He knew Chen Changqing's strength could not be judged by his cultivation level.
But this was simply too absurdly powerful.
Two great Core Formation demonic cultivators had both