Han Canghai stood on the Battle Platform, his body towering like an iron pagoda.
The power of laws from his peak Title True Lord cultivation poured ceaselessly from his body, pressing fine, spiderweb-like cracks into the Black Mystic Stone Slabs beneath his feet.
Chen Changqing glanced at him.
The old man was more than a notch stronger than those three small fry from earlier. But that was all.
"Junior, you killed my disciple Ji Wugou—"
"I didn't kill him. Just knocked him out," Chen Changqing corrected lazily.
Han Canghai choked, then his face darkened.
"You gravely injured my disciple and destroyed his foundation. That is no different from killing him! Today, I'll get justice for him!"
Before his words had faded, the gray-black chain at Han Canghai's waist shot out.
Rather than striking at Chen Changqing, the chain unfurled rapidly in midair, becoming a vast gray-black net a hundred zhang across that covered the heart of the Battle Platform.
Hum!
A strange ripple spread from the net of chains.
The Immortal Execution Sword on Chen Changqing's back let out a muffled wail. The dark-gold gleam on its blade visibly dimmed.
And it was not just the Immortal Execution Sword.
The spiritual resonance of the Heavenly Thunder Sword, the Haotian Hammer, the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear... every Immortal Artifact in the Heaven-Stepping Ring was suppressed by an unseen force.
The Chaotic Immortal-Locking Chain!
Chen Changqing's gaze shifted slightly.
He had seen fragments about it in the Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor's inherited memories. In ancient times, it had been forged specifically to counter Immortal Artifacts, a binding treasure capable of sealing the spiritual power of every Immortal Artifact within a certain area for a short time.
"What a vicious trick."
On the Mount Shu Warship, Bai Wuya sprang to his feet, his silver spear