Chen Yuan's old face grew a little hot.
His final disciple seemed... a little too good at fighting.
Ever since Chen Changqing had entered Mount Shu, whether he went down the mountain to gain experience or took part in various grand competitions, his style had been simple and brutal—wherever he went, people died.
Yet every person he killed had been impossible to fault him for.
They had all either provoked him first or been wicked demonic cultivators of the Outer Dao.
"Sigh..." Chen Yuan sighed softly in his heart.
Forget it, forget it.
Young people being a little hot-blooded was perfectly normal.
Besides, cultivators fought against heaven, against earth, and against others in their cultivation. They were walking a path that defied the heavens.
Those who were soft-hearted and hesitant would not live long in this cruel cultivation world.
His disciple was very good.
At that thought, the faint heat in Chen Yuan's cheeks gradually faded.
He even had the leisure to lift his teacup and take a light sip. His gaze swept over the restless warships in the distance, and his heart was utterly calm.
Heavenly Void Land, in that stretch of void that had just undergone a bloody massacre.
Chen Changqing rose from the stone pillar and stretched lazily, his bones crackling like firecrackers.
He glanced at the corpses floating through the void, and a harvest-like smile spread across his face.
"Time to clean up the battlefield and collect the rent."
With a flicker, he appeared beside the corpse of a Half-Step True Lord.
That man had been hiding in the shadows earlier, only to be blasted to death by Chen Changqing's punch.
With a casual gesture, Chen Changqing drew a storage ring into his hand. His divine sense entered it, and he nodded in satisfaction.
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