He raised a hand to wipe away the blood and looked at the Nether Sect Master.
"Can you spectators say something auspicious for once?"
Several Rogue Cultivators immediately fell silent.
The Nether Sect Master gave him no chance to catch his breath.
His figure flickered, and he was already in front of Chen Changqing.
His five fingers clawed down, demonic qi at his fingertips transforming into chains that locked straight onto Chen Changqing's shoulder blades.
Chen Changqing raised his sword crosswise to block.
Clang!
The Heavenly Thunder Sword was pressed against his chest.
The Nether Sect Master's other hand struck toward his dantian.
If that palm landed, a patch of his meridians would surely shatter.
Chen Changqing's eyelids twitched.
The power of the Heavenly Monarch within him gave a faint tremor.
He did not use it immediately.
This kind of trump card could only be used once.
Either to save his life, or to kill someone.
It could not be wasted blocking a single palm.
Chen Changqing abruptly released the Heavenly Thunder Sword and twisted his body sideways, letting the demonic qi chains graze his shoulder.
A chunk of flesh was torn away.
He drove his knee into the Nether Sect Master's wrist.
Bang!
The Nether Sect Master's palm shifted half an inch, and its force grazed Chen Changqing's waist before striking into the ground.
The ground collapsed into a deep pit.
Chen Changqing reached out, reclaimed the Heavenly Thunder Sword, and slashed backhandedly at the Nether Sect Master's neck.
The Nether Sect Master raised an arm to block. His sleeve exploded apart, revealing a section of black bracer.
The sword edge struck the bracer, leaving only a shallow mark.
"A high-grade spirit treasure?"
Chen Changqing raised his brows.
"You're quite rich."
The Nether Sect Master kicked at him.
Chen