[ Ding. ] [ Congratulations to the host for killing the Nether Sect's Holy Son. Obtained 150,000 AFK Points. ]
Chen Changqing looked at the soaring AFK Points on the panel, and the last trace of gloom in his chest completely vanished.
Awesome.
Absolutely awesome.
Rujie leaned over, looked at the corpses of Nether Sect disciples scattered across the ground, then looked at Chen Changqing.
"Holy Son Chen, you're usually quite reasonable."
Chen Changqing said, "And then?"
"After reasoning with people, you're pretty quick with your hands too."
Si Youyou walked over and kicked the Formation Flag Ming Jiuyou had dropped.
"The Nether Sect's Holy Son died here. Things are going to get lively outside."
Bai Wuya put away his spear.
"Inside the Heavenly Palace, everyone relies on their own abilities. If they truly want to demand an explanation, let them come to Mount Shu."
Rujie gave him a thumbs-up.
"Senior, those words were full of Zen."
Bai Wuya looked at him.
"You're a disciple of the Buddhist Sect. Stop adding Zen to Mount Shu."
Rujie pressed his palms together.
"This humble monk will do his best."
Chen Changqing put away their Storage Artifacts, and the Inheritance Token began to grow hot again.
This time, it was even more urgent than before.
Deep within the stone passage, the lingering chime of a bell had yet to fade. Bronze patterns lit up one after another, leading farther in.
Chen Changqing raised his head.
"The inheritance grounds are almost here."
"By the way, Chen Changsheng, I've really wanted to ask—why do you like delivering finishing blows?" Rujie suddenly asked. He had noticed that Chen Changsheng seemed to enjoy finishing people off.
Bai Wuya had wondered the same thing. He had seen Chen Changsheng do it several times already; every time