The Tribulation Transcendence demonic cultivator on the right was indeed fast.
He circled behind Chen Changqing, a black nail appearing in his palm, its shaft carved all over with Resentful Soul Patterns as it stabbed straight for the back of Chen Changqing's head.
"Got him!"
The thought had barely risen in the demonic cultivator's heart when zither music suddenly rang by his ear.
It was not loud.
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Yet that single note was like someone taking a hammer to his soul.
His movement slowed by half a beat.
Half a beat was enough.
Without turning around, Chen Changqing sent the Heavenly Thunder Sword backward.
Pfft!
The sword tip pierced out through the Tribulation Transcendence demonic cultivator's chest.
Lightning exploded along his meridians.
The man lowered his head to stare at the blade protruding from his chest, his entire body frozen stiff.
"You... how...?"
Chen Changqing pulled out his sword, turned, and added a kick, sending him flying toward the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear incarnation.
The spear swept out.
The Tribulation Transcendence demonic cultivator's Primordial Spirit had barely left his body before the spear radiance shredded it apart.
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Chen Changqing flicked the blood from his sword.
"I told you already. Get in line."
The Tribulation Transcendence demonic cultivator in the middle had been about to charge forward, but upon seeing this, he stopped dead.
He did not want to fight anymore.
This was not an encirclement and slaughter at all.
The three of them had burned their blood essence and charged in, only for two to die in a single exchange.
With only him left, rushing forward would be no different from